(A/N: I am aware that Bronx's birthday is in November..shhhh)
Taylor's Point of View:
"Dad...." I said in a low voice. I knew exactly what was racing through his mind. He was upset. Confused. But most of all, he was jealous. I knew that look, that mindset, all too well. Just as he was about stand up, I lunged and crushed him in a hug.
I heard Gerard raise his voice. At the sound, Steffany bolted out the door, rushing down the stairs.
"Dad, don't do anything you'll regret." I whispered. Patrick just stood there in shock, not knowing how to process everything.
"Patrick, go downstairs." I ordered. He snapped out of his trance and followed Steff down the stairs.
"She fucking stole my girlfriend from me. She stole the mother of my child." Dad said, zoning out.
"It's going to be okay. I'm here. Steff is here. You... you'll still get to see Saint." I reassured him, cursing myself for letting my voice waver.
"You don't understand. I can't... my family. I won't get to see my family..." he said. Wait, what? I don't understand?! I rose to my feet, backing up slowly.
"Do not tell me that I don't understand. I had to spend the first fifteen years of my fucking life without a father! And an absent mother, who worked her ass off to support me! Don't you DARE ever say that I don't understand what it's like to live without a complete family!" I shouted. My vulgar language and random outburst snapped him out of his daze.
He looked hurt, as though I had just stabbed him in the back. Shakily, he stood up, using the sink to support him. He towered over me.
"I.. I'm sorry.. you deserve so much better." he said, pulling me into a hug. But the thing was... I really didn't. I didn't deserve any better than this. It doesn't get any better than this. The sound of Gerard's voice traveled up the staircase and we both went downstairs.
"- any idea how depressed I was?! How it affected everyone?!" he hollered. Patrick was standing behind him and I assume Steff had taken Bandit outside.
I finally got a clear view of whom he was yelling at. I saw Meaghan and Lindsey standing hand-in-hand. Meaghan was holding Saint in her arms. I felt protective over my baby brother and immediately felt the urge to take him away from her.
"Listen, I just.. that spark wasn't there anymore. I know you felt it. Obviously, you're happy with Steffany and I'm happy with Meaghan. We didn't mean any harm." Lindsey said, her calming voice washing over me. Pete rushed past me.
"Meaghan.. did I ever mean anything to you?" he asked, his eyes filled with hurt.
"Of course, Pete. I love you, I do but..." she trailed. And with that, Pete took little Saint out of her arms and went into the kitchen. Meaghan sat on the couch, looking defeated and guilty. Gerard gave Lindsey one final look before walking out into the backyard.
Patrick, being the awkward little man that he is, decided to follow Pete. Leaving me alone with the new couple. I sighed and sat next to them on the couch.
"I'm sorry, Tay. I didn't mean to drag anyone into this." she apologized.
"Then you wouldn't have come here." I hissed. I buried my face in my hands, realizing how rude I had just been. It's not fair to them. They can't control their feelings.
"I'm sorry.. I just.." I said, sighing.
"No, I get it. You will always side with Pete. He's your father, after all." Lindsey said, putting an arm around me. Oh my god, Lindsey Ballato has her arm around me. I pushed these thoughts aside and tried to focus on not sounding like a babbling idiot.
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We're Starting at the End: A Pete Wentz Story
Fanfiction"Hey, remember that theory you had about Pete Wentz being your dad?" Steffany recalled.
