Me and You Against the World (Book Five in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

You Can't Be Serious (Patrick's POV)

"Patrick, I want another baby," Pete said, making me nearly stop breathing.

"You what?" I asked. "Pete, you and I are in our forties."

"Who's to say we can't at least try?" he said.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked.

"More than anything," he finally looked at me.

"Are you sure you'd want to raise another child, Pete?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "Would you want to?"

"I-I do, but how do you think everyone else would react? Emily? Jaimee? Ethan? The guys?" I asked.

"Babe, who cares," Pete said. "It's our family. We do what makes us happy. And besides, Emily's already out of the house, Jaimee will be out of the house in a couple years, so all we'd really have to worry about is Ethan, but both you and I know he'd probably be happy about having a younger sibling, especially if it was a little brother."

"Good point," I chuckled. "You really want this?"

"Yes," Pete looked at me with his big eyes. "With all of my heart."

"Alright," I said.

"You're on board?" Pete asked, practically jumping up from the bed with excitement.

"Yes," I laughed.

"I love you so much," Pete crawled back over to me and hugged and kissed me over and over.

"I love you too, baby," I hugged him back.

"We should go on another date night," he smirked at me.

"I agree completely," I laughed.

"When?" he asked.

"How about tonight? Or tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Sounds good to me," he smiled, kissing me again.

I just laughed at him and pulled him back into my arms. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around me and hid his face deeper into my chest. I leaned down and kissed his head once more, then he let out a little chuckle. I honestly hadn't thought about ever having more kids, but just all the recent talk about babies - even though it wasn't necessarily good talk - must have gotten Pete's mind to start going again. And now thanks to him, that got my mind going. I forgot how much fun Pete and I had each time one of the kids was born; they way both of us would get up in the middle of the night to take care of them, even though only one of us needed to, the way Pete would play with them and they'd giggle, the way we'd run around the house with them and play with them, and then the way we'd all snuggle together in our bed and watch movies. I missed it. We obviously still have great times with the kids now, but there's always going to be the special memories we'll always treasure from whem they were just a few years old.

"Hey, daddy?" Emily poked her head into our room.

"Yeah?" Pete and I both asked, making us chuckle afterwards.

"Can I ask you something?" she walked into our room.

"Of course," Pete smiled, patting the bed next to him.

"Do you think that maybe one of you or something - or both, I don't care - could maybe go over and talk to Jack?" she asked.

"If that's what you want," Pete said.

"I guess I just want to see where he stands in all of this... I want to talk to him, but I can't. Not yet, anyway," she sighed.

"I know how you feel, baby girl," I said, sitting up a little. "I'm sure Pete could go over there and figure something out."