The two laid sound asleep in their bed cuddling. Little did they know they were gonna get a rude awakening. The back door opened as someone sunk into the house. St the small moment the baby monitor went off with the sounds of their new baby, Marvel.
(I couldn't think of a name Oof)
Patrick hit Pete because it was his turn. Nothing got out of him. So Patrick got up to take care of the baby. The walked down the stair case to the baby's room, not seeing the man who broke in and opened the door. Patrick left it open like he always does and checks the baby.
"No smelly dipper. Is my little angel hungry." Patrick picked up his daughter and walk with her out to the kitchen. The unknown man was watching from a safe distance. Patrick made a bottle and walked back to the nursery. He sat in the soft blue chair in there and feed Marvel. Once she was done eating and back asleep Patrick turned to leave the room but the man was in front of him with a knife. "Don't move." The guy said in a strong voice.
Patrick puts his hands in front of himself. "S-sir. Please le-eave." Patrick stuttered and walked backwards into a corner. Patrick just fucked himself by doing that. The floor above them creaked.
"Is your wife coming down?" The man asked.
"No. It does that all the time." He lied but told the truth kinda. He doesn't have a wife but a husband, and he was going down the stairs because that's the sound it makes. The man nodded and proceed to back out of the room slowly. Pete grabbed the man from behind to hold him still as Patrick runs to help. "GET HIS KNIFE TRICK!" Patrick tries to hit the knife from out of the mans hands but doesn't succeed. The man stabs the knife into Patrick's stomach. Patrick stumbles backwards and Pete lets go and the man runs away. Pete pulled out his phone and calls 911.
"You're going to be okay Patrick. You are going to be okay baby." Pete calmed his husband as Marvel started crying.
"Pete get her." The dirty blonde said laying on the ground. Pete shakes his head and talks to the 911 operator. They were on their way. "Peter!"
"Patrick you just got fucking stabbed and I'm think that's more important than our daughter who probably wants to be held!" That shut Patrick up.
A few minutes later Pete was pressing really hard on Patrick's stab wound and Patrick's world was getting dark. The ambulance and police were here. "Petey, I don't feel good.." that was the last thing patrick said
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