M A N I A era
Feat. The kids
Patrick was sitting on the bench on the porch, watching Declan and Saint play in the front yard. Pete was taking Bronx to school. Patrick was lost in thought when he felt his shirt being pulled. He looked down to see a confused Saint.
"Dad, when do we get to go to school?" Saint said gesturing towards him and Declan.
"Soon Saint. Maybe next year." Saint smiled. Saint and Declan were both very excited to start school.
Pete's car pulled in the driveway. All 3 boys looked in Pete's direction.
"Daddy!" Both Declan and Saint said. They ran towards him.
"Hey boys." Pete said hugging them. Patrick stood up from the bench watching them. Saint and Declan ran inside. Patrick watched. Pete walked up to Patrick.
"Megan should be giving birth in the next couple days. Do you want to visit her today or tomorrow?"
"Sure. We can see her tomorrow if you want. Or do you want the two boys being there?"
"I'd rather it just be the two of us so we can see if Elisa will take them for a couple hours."
"Yeah. Let's go inside." Patrick walked inside and Pete followed. Saint and Declan were watching cartoons. "I'm gonna make tea."
Pete noticed that Patrick seemed a little stressed.
As Patrick was making his tea, Pete came up behind him and put his arms around his waist. He rested his head on Patrick's shoulder.
"Why do you seem so stressed?"
"I'm stressed about this new baby. We've got 3 already and now we are adding in a new one. I just want to be the best that I can be as a father and I'm afraid I won't reach that."
Pete could feel his heart breaking at Patrick's voice.
"You'll be a great father. I know you will. You basically take care of Saint and Dec all on your own, which I'm very sorry about that, and they are both wonderful kids."
"Taking care of those two is easy. They never leave each other side for longer than 20 minutes. I can sit them down with rocks and they'll be happy just because they are right next to each other." Pete laughed. Patrick turned to Pete. "You don't need to be sorry about leaving me with them. Bronx is yours. He's not mine. Not one little part of me. Saint and Declan have my dna in them. I understand if you want to spend time with your son."
"Do you like Bronx? I'm asking because it seems like at times that you don't."
"Trust me, I wouldn't have married you if I didn't like your kid." Pete smiled. Pete kissed Patrick. Patrick looked down at his wedding ring. He does it a lot. It gives him joy.
There little moment was ruined when they heard screaming coming from Declan and Saint.
"NO. HE CANT DIE." Saint yelled. Pete and Patrick looked at each other. Pete held out his hand for Patrick. Patrick took it and they walked out to where the kids were.
"Dad he died." Declan said laughing. Saint was pretty much crying.
"Did he now?"
"He did."
"Daddy, Dec is laughing at me." Saint looked at Pete. Patrick picked up Declan while Pete picked up Saint. They sat on the couch with the kids on there lap. They intertwined there hands again. They looked at each other and smiled. Pete was happy that he created a family with the person he loved the most.
A/N
Now let's pretend I wrote smut and cover that up with cute married Peterick with kids yay
