Twenty-Five and Pregnant (Or, The One Where Patrick Hates His Life...Seriously!), 14
Title:Twenty-Five and Pregnant (Or, The One Where Patrick Hates His Life...Seriously!), 1
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairing:Patrick/SURPRISE... except for the fact that i've advertised it already, lol
POV:3rd
Summary:MPREG!!!Patrick wasn’t born completely normal. He was a man. He had been born with full male parts on the outside… however, he also had an ovary and uterus. Patrick had always known that some day the ovary and uterus would cause problems, because they were organs that had no use in his body other than influencing his hormones to act up. He knew that he should have them removed, but he figured he could file ‘sexual reassignment surgery’ under his mid-life crisis… not his quarter-life speed bump... if only he knew what was waiting for him ahead of time
Disclaimer:Obviously, Patrick is a man and men cant get pregnant... if that ever changes, then someone tell me and i'll update this disclaimer, but until then...
Author Notes:sorry for having to repost chapter 13, here's an update to make up for it!
Travis postponed recording for another month and a week after Patrick’s doctor put him on bed-rest. They had told the doctors about Patrick fainting and Dr. Midland did tests only to discover his repeated overheating had given him high-blood pressure. He was to stay at home and off his feet for however long it took for his blood pressure to return to a safe level.
“Travis, you ass hat, I don’t care if the doctor says I’m still on bed-rest, you are getting your ass into that studio.” he said, glaring up at him as they walked in to the hospital meet with Dr. Midland, who had come to LA since he didn’t want Patrick flying again until the baby came.
Travis snorted. “I’m not leaving you at your place all by yourself on bed-rest!” he argued. “You are twenty eight weeks pregnant with my son.” he said, then gave him a look that made Patrick’s stomach swirl, knowing that the baby wasn’t the only reason Travis worried about him.
Dr. Midland had managed to get use of everything privately, with plenty of ‘private donations’ to the hospital. He checked Patrick’s pulse rate and blood pressure most carefully, and smiled. “Well, I think you’re back to a safe level. But no more severe stress.” he said, and Patrick nodded.
“Can I go back to working in the studio? This dip-shit is insistent on waiting on me hand and foot and refusing to work, and we’re supposed to be getting his album finished.” Patrick said, glaring at Travis, who just smiled and rubbed his belly.
Dr. Midland nodded. “That should be fine.” he said. “So, ready to get another picture of your baby?” he asked and they nodded as they went to do the sonogram. Patrick still hated the cold stuff on his belly, but he knew that seeing their son was one of the best parts of the visit.
Nurse Samson, who had been flown out as well, smiled. “Well look, he’s sucking his thumb!” she said, and Patrick blinked, only to see that, yes, the baby’s finger was in his mouth. “He’s about fourteen inches long and weighs probably around two pounds right now.” she said.
Travis was amazed. “Wow, he can do that in there?” he asked.
She nodded. “Oh yes. After about twenty seven weeks they can suck their thumb and even cry.” she said, and Patrick smiled at Travis, who took his hand. “He looks asleep.” she said, and Patrick nodded.
“Yeah, he’s got a bad habit of wanting to be awake while I’m asleep.” he said, cringing. “He beats my poor insides to death in there.” he said.
She smiled. “My daughter did that. She’d sleep all day and then wake up about the time I wanted to sleep.” she said. “You know, nobody’s sure, but it’s a generally acceptance that by twenty eight weeks, which you’re there now, he could be dreaming while he’s asleep.” she said.
Travis beamed. “What would he dream?” he asked, looking amazed. “He hasn’t met the world yet.” he said.
Dr. Midland spoke up. “Your voices. The things he’s heard. Lights. He can see lights through your stomach if it’s very bright and will probably turn his body away from it.” he said.
Patrick just smiled. “Wow.” he said, and Travis looked at his stomach, smiling so wide it looked painful.
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Patrick and Travis went to get an early lunch while Patrick could still somewhat hide his baby with the giant coat he was wearing, even if it was unseasonable for the weather in LA in mid October. It was cool, but it wasn’t nearly cold enough for the thick coat he had to wear.
Patrick looked through the papers he’d gotten to add to his file as Travis brought their food to the table. “Huh, they can’t decided an exact due-date, but the first week of January is the week I’m due.” he said, smiling.
Travis shook his head. “Hard to believe you’re seven months pregnant.” he said.
Patrick snorted. “Seeing as I’m already feeling Braxton Hicks contractions, I believe it!” he said.
Travis frowned, drinking some of his coke. “What’s that mean?” he asked.
Patrick bit off a bite of his sandwich. “Basically, my uterus is practicing for when I go into labor… only my problem is, I don’t have a cervix or vagina so I cant give birth. Also, my water cant break, which means they’re probably going to schedule a C-section earlier than I’m due because I could develop an infection if my water tries to break and has nowhere to come out. Theoretically, it could come out of the passage that the sperm entered my uterus through, but it wouldn’t be large enough to drain it all correctly and the infection could hurt the baby and possibly kill me.” he said. “So they REALLY don’t want me to go into labor on my own.” he said.
Travis just looked green. “Wow… that was more in dept than I ever wanted to hear about birth.” he said, shuddering as he closed the file. “Okay, no more icky talk, lets talk names.” he said, and Patrick groaned. “Seriously, I’m thinking Travis junior!” he said, and Patrick glared. “What?! I had to ask.” he said, smiling sweetly.
“I’m not pulling one of the same things Pete’s parents did and name people after each other!” he said, then smirked. “Besides, I was thinking Prince.” he said, grinning a goofy smile.
Travis snorted. “You are NOT naming my son Prince.” he said, and Patrick flipped him off.
“Hey, he’s my son too!” he said. “Besides, wanna put a Pete and Ashlee? Pick a city and a favorite Disney character?” he asked.
Travis smiled. “Cincinnati Belle?” he asked, and Patrick laughed.
“We can name him Taco Bell!” he said, and Travis snorted, shaking his head. “Hey, what time is it? Think you can get your guys into the studio already?” Patrick asked, drinking his water.
Travis whined. “Seriously?! I wanted some free time. My baby can cry and suck his thumb and dream about my VOICE!” he said, pouting.
Patrick snickered. “Yeah, and that voice has about, oh… two months to finish a record before his son is born!” he said, and Travis sighed. “If that even!” he added. “If we go ahead and go in today and get at least me caught up to speed on what you have, then we can get it all finished so the last few weeks when I’m inevitably on bed-rest, you can be there for me.” he said.
Travis sighed. “Okay.” he said, then pulled out his phone to get in touch with his band.
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When Travis and Patrick got to the studio, Matt, Eric and Disashi were all waiting for them. “Patrick!” They all smiled and hugged him, only to all get quiet and stare openly as Patrick shrugged off his coat. Other than his coat, he was only wearing a tee-shirt. “Okay, I need to know what all you’ve gotten together without me.” he said, handing Travis his coat to hang up.
“Whoa.” Three voices in unison got his attention as he looked up at them.
“What?” Patrick asked.
Eric was suddenly beside Patrick, looking at his belly. “Wow, you’re HUGE!” he said, eyes wide.
Travis shoved him back. “Dude, get off my son.” he said, and then smiled at Patrick. “He didn’t mean you’re fat, he meant-”
Patrick rolled his eyes. “I don’t care! Okay, I’m here to get this shit recorded and apparently, I’m the only one who can beat your asses into shape!” he said, huffing. “So lets get caught up.” he said, hands on his hips, pregnant belly rounded out in front of him.
Travis snickered. “Ya’ll better get to it. He busted Pete’s lip already not too terribly long ago.” he said, leaning down to rub Patrick’s belly. “Be good for your daddies, we got work to do.” he said, leaning down to kiss his son.
Patrick rolled his eyes. “Travis, you get all the time you want with my stomach, get your ass up and show me what you’ve got finished so far!” he demanded.
Travis just grinned. “Sassy.” he said, winking at Patrick, who rolled his eyes, but smiled at him.
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Patrick walked into Pete and Ashlee’s house, hands on his lower back. Travis carried Patrick’s bag and took his coat as soon as he got inside. Patrick walked on in to find Pete and Ashlee while Travis put his stuff in the hall closet. He found Ashlee cooking dinner for them all. “Where’s my nutty best friend?” he asked, approaching the refrigerator. “Do you have milk?” he asked.
Ashlee squealed and ran to hug him. “AWW you’re so cute!” she said, hand going to his belly.
“Milk, Ashlee?” he asked, frowning.
She laughed. “Yes, I loved it when I was pregnant too.” she said, then handed him a gallon of 2% and went to get him a glass.
He sighed happily and downed the glass in seconds, wiping his mouth with a smile. “Man, this kid loves the damn milk, dude. I’m so used to soy milk but for the past month I’ve been craving milk like nobody’s business!” he said.
Ashlee sighed. “Man, you look so… healthy!” she said. “Your skin is amazing, and your hair is shinier and, dude! I got acne and stretch marks when I was pregnant!” she said.
Patrick groaned. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna get those.” he said, pulling up his shirt. “My skin’s being all dry and shit and I read that it’s a sign my skin’s stretched as far as it can go… and I totally have two whole months.” he said, pouting.
She shrugged. “They say cocoa butter helps, but I didn’t bother trying.” she said. “I figured it was like… battle scars of pregnancy.” she said, smiling. “I escaped varicose veins at least.” she said.
Patrick smiled. “I’m not seeing that problem, so I’m glad.” he said.
Ashlee smiled at him sadly. “I heard Travis and you had a talk a while back… how’s it been?” she asked.
Patrick sighed. “Okay.” he said, shrugging. “I just…you’re gonna think I’m crazy.” he said, then smiled bashfully. “I- I wish I was in love with him, too.” he said softly. “I just… you don’t know how bad I wish I could magically fall in love with him, because- because he’s perfect, you know?” he asked, rubbing his hands over his face. “He takes care of me, he loves this baby so much I wonder how he has room for loving me, and he is going to be an amazing father.” he said. “He’s… I’ll never find a man better than Travis and yet I just… I cant make myself fall in love with him.” he said softly.
Ashlee shook her head. “Don’t say that.” she said, then smiled at him. “Give it until your son is born.” she said. “I mean, I already was in love with Pete when Bronx was born, wouldn’t have married him if I didn’t love him, but-” she smiled as she went back to stirring the pot on the stove. “God, when they handed me Bronx for the first time, and Pete started crying and holding his tiny hand I felt more love for that man than I ever had before.” she said. “I just… I don’t know how to explain it but to say it was like falling in love with him all over again.” she said.
Patrick sighed. “I want to love him.” he blushed. “I’ve… I’ve thought about just… just starting a relationship, and hoping that one day I might love him… just because he loves me so much and I want to make him stop hurting.” he said. “How terrible am I?” he asked.
“Don’t do it.” she said. “You’re not terrible, he’s one of your best friends and you want him to stop hurting, but seriously, don’t do that because if you realize you don’t love him and like… meet someone else, it’ll destroy him.” she said.
Patrick started to speak but heard Pete’s voice. “WHERE IS MY NEPHEW?!?!” he yelled, then careened into the kitchen, hugging Patrick with gusto. “Aww, it’s little Petey junior!” he said, rubbing his belly.
Travis came him, carrying Bronx. “Get off my baby, you are NOT naming my kid after you, Wentz. Here, have yours.” he said, handing Bronx over to Pete, who set him on the counter. Travis saw the milk jug. “Dude, again?! You like… go on random milk binges enough already! It’s scary!” he said, then leaned all the way down to kiss Patrick’s belly again. “Hey buddy.” he said, smiling.
“After we have dinner, are you going back to Patrick’s place or staying, Travis?” Pete asked, and Travis looked at Patrick.
“You need me, or you want alone time?” he asked, rubbing his back in small circles.
Patrick shrugged. “Whatever you want, Travie. If I need you, I’ll call you, but if you want to come to my place, you can cuddle with your kid all night.” he said. “However, if you don’t come home, I reserve the right to call you at ass o’clock in the middle of the night if Penny starts getting whiney, cause you always get her calmed down.” he said.
Travis grinned. “I think you’re trying to make it sound like you don’t care what I do, but then trying to subtly hint that I should come home and be with my little lady and my son.” he said, then smiled. “Besides, you like my cuddles, don’t you?” he asked.
Patrick smiled. “I’m a slut for your cuddles and your leg rubs.” he admitted, and Travis smiled, rubbing Patrick’s back as he hugged him, kissing the top of his head.
“I’ll come home then.” he said, and Patrick looked pleased, burrowing into Travis’s middle with a smile on his face.
Ashlee just rolled her eyes and Pete shook his head, looking amused.
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairing:Patrick/SURPRISE... except for the fact that i've advertised it already, lol
POV:3rd
Summary:MPREG!!!Patrick wasn’t born completely normal. He was a man. He had been born with full male parts on the outside… however, he also had an ovary and uterus. Patrick had always known that some day the ovary and uterus would cause problems, because they were organs that had no use in his body other than influencing his hormones to act up. He knew that he should have them removed, but he figured he could file ‘sexual reassignment surgery’ under his mid-life crisis… not his quarter-life speed bump... if only he knew what was waiting for him ahead of time
Disclaimer:Obviously, Patrick is a man and men cant get pregnant... if that ever changes, then someone tell me and i'll update this disclaimer, but until then...
Author Notes:sorry for having to repost chapter 13, here's an update to make up for it!
Travis postponed recording for another month and a week after Patrick’s doctor put him on bed-rest. They had told the doctors about Patrick fainting and Dr. Midland did tests only to discover his repeated overheating had given him high-blood pressure. He was to stay at home and off his feet for however long it took for his blood pressure to return to a safe level.
“Travis, you ass hat, I don’t care if the doctor says I’m still on bed-rest, you are getting your ass into that studio.” he said, glaring up at him as they walked in to the hospital meet with Dr. Midland, who had come to LA since he didn’t want Patrick flying again until the baby came.
Travis snorted. “I’m not leaving you at your place all by yourself on bed-rest!” he argued. “You are twenty eight weeks pregnant with my son.” he said, then gave him a look that made Patrick’s stomach swirl, knowing that the baby wasn’t the only reason Travis worried about him.
Dr. Midland had managed to get use of everything privately, with plenty of ‘private donations’ to the hospital. He checked Patrick’s pulse rate and blood pressure most carefully, and smiled. “Well, I think you’re back to a safe level. But no more severe stress.” he said, and Patrick nodded.
“Can I go back to working in the studio? This dip-shit is insistent on waiting on me hand and foot and refusing to work, and we’re supposed to be getting his album finished.” Patrick said, glaring at Travis, who just smiled and rubbed his belly.
Dr. Midland nodded. “That should be fine.” he said. “So, ready to get another picture of your baby?” he asked and they nodded as they went to do the sonogram. Patrick still hated the cold stuff on his belly, but he knew that seeing their son was one of the best parts of the visit.
Nurse Samson, who had been flown out as well, smiled. “Well look, he’s sucking his thumb!” she said, and Patrick blinked, only to see that, yes, the baby’s finger was in his mouth. “He’s about fourteen inches long and weighs probably around two pounds right now.” she said.
Travis was amazed. “Wow, he can do that in there?” he asked.
She nodded. “Oh yes. After about twenty seven weeks they can suck their thumb and even cry.” she said, and Patrick smiled at Travis, who took his hand. “He looks asleep.” she said, and Patrick nodded.
“Yeah, he’s got a bad habit of wanting to be awake while I’m asleep.” he said, cringing. “He beats my poor insides to death in there.” he said.
She smiled. “My daughter did that. She’d sleep all day and then wake up about the time I wanted to sleep.” she said. “You know, nobody’s sure, but it’s a generally acceptance that by twenty eight weeks, which you’re there now, he could be dreaming while he’s asleep.” she said.
Travis beamed. “What would he dream?” he asked, looking amazed. “He hasn’t met the world yet.” he said.
Dr. Midland spoke up. “Your voices. The things he’s heard. Lights. He can see lights through your stomach if it’s very bright and will probably turn his body away from it.” he said.
Patrick just smiled. “Wow.” he said, and Travis looked at his stomach, smiling so wide it looked painful.
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Patrick and Travis went to get an early lunch while Patrick could still somewhat hide his baby with the giant coat he was wearing, even if it was unseasonable for the weather in LA in mid October. It was cool, but it wasn’t nearly cold enough for the thick coat he had to wear.
Patrick looked through the papers he’d gotten to add to his file as Travis brought their food to the table. “Huh, they can’t decided an exact due-date, but the first week of January is the week I’m due.” he said, smiling.
Travis shook his head. “Hard to believe you’re seven months pregnant.” he said.
Patrick snorted. “Seeing as I’m already feeling Braxton Hicks contractions, I believe it!” he said.
Travis frowned, drinking some of his coke. “What’s that mean?” he asked.
Patrick bit off a bite of his sandwich. “Basically, my uterus is practicing for when I go into labor… only my problem is, I don’t have a cervix or vagina so I cant give birth. Also, my water cant break, which means they’re probably going to schedule a C-section earlier than I’m due because I could develop an infection if my water tries to break and has nowhere to come out. Theoretically, it could come out of the passage that the sperm entered my uterus through, but it wouldn’t be large enough to drain it all correctly and the infection could hurt the baby and possibly kill me.” he said. “So they REALLY don’t want me to go into labor on my own.” he said.
Travis just looked green. “Wow… that was more in dept than I ever wanted to hear about birth.” he said, shuddering as he closed the file. “Okay, no more icky talk, lets talk names.” he said, and Patrick groaned. “Seriously, I’m thinking Travis junior!” he said, and Patrick glared. “What?! I had to ask.” he said, smiling sweetly.
“I’m not pulling one of the same things Pete’s parents did and name people after each other!” he said, then smirked. “Besides, I was thinking Prince.” he said, grinning a goofy smile.
Travis snorted. “You are NOT naming my son Prince.” he said, and Patrick flipped him off.
“Hey, he’s my son too!” he said. “Besides, wanna put a Pete and Ashlee? Pick a city and a favorite Disney character?” he asked.
Travis smiled. “Cincinnati Belle?” he asked, and Patrick laughed.
“We can name him Taco Bell!” he said, and Travis snorted, shaking his head. “Hey, what time is it? Think you can get your guys into the studio already?” Patrick asked, drinking his water.
Travis whined. “Seriously?! I wanted some free time. My baby can cry and suck his thumb and dream about my VOICE!” he said, pouting.
Patrick snickered. “Yeah, and that voice has about, oh… two months to finish a record before his son is born!” he said, and Travis sighed. “If that even!” he added. “If we go ahead and go in today and get at least me caught up to speed on what you have, then we can get it all finished so the last few weeks when I’m inevitably on bed-rest, you can be there for me.” he said.
Travis sighed. “Okay.” he said, then pulled out his phone to get in touch with his band.
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When Travis and Patrick got to the studio, Matt, Eric and Disashi were all waiting for them. “Patrick!” They all smiled and hugged him, only to all get quiet and stare openly as Patrick shrugged off his coat. Other than his coat, he was only wearing a tee-shirt. “Okay, I need to know what all you’ve gotten together without me.” he said, handing Travis his coat to hang up.
“Whoa.” Three voices in unison got his attention as he looked up at them.
“What?” Patrick asked.
Eric was suddenly beside Patrick, looking at his belly. “Wow, you’re HUGE!” he said, eyes wide.
Travis shoved him back. “Dude, get off my son.” he said, and then smiled at Patrick. “He didn’t mean you’re fat, he meant-”
Patrick rolled his eyes. “I don’t care! Okay, I’m here to get this shit recorded and apparently, I’m the only one who can beat your asses into shape!” he said, huffing. “So lets get caught up.” he said, hands on his hips, pregnant belly rounded out in front of him.
Travis snickered. “Ya’ll better get to it. He busted Pete’s lip already not too terribly long ago.” he said, leaning down to rub Patrick’s belly. “Be good for your daddies, we got work to do.” he said, leaning down to kiss his son.
Patrick rolled his eyes. “Travis, you get all the time you want with my stomach, get your ass up and show me what you’ve got finished so far!” he demanded.
Travis just grinned. “Sassy.” he said, winking at Patrick, who rolled his eyes, but smiled at him.
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Patrick walked into Pete and Ashlee’s house, hands on his lower back. Travis carried Patrick’s bag and took his coat as soon as he got inside. Patrick walked on in to find Pete and Ashlee while Travis put his stuff in the hall closet. He found Ashlee cooking dinner for them all. “Where’s my nutty best friend?” he asked, approaching the refrigerator. “Do you have milk?” he asked.
Ashlee squealed and ran to hug him. “AWW you’re so cute!” she said, hand going to his belly.
“Milk, Ashlee?” he asked, frowning.
She laughed. “Yes, I loved it when I was pregnant too.” she said, then handed him a gallon of 2% and went to get him a glass.
He sighed happily and downed the glass in seconds, wiping his mouth with a smile. “Man, this kid loves the damn milk, dude. I’m so used to soy milk but for the past month I’ve been craving milk like nobody’s business!” he said.
Ashlee sighed. “Man, you look so… healthy!” she said. “Your skin is amazing, and your hair is shinier and, dude! I got acne and stretch marks when I was pregnant!” she said.
Patrick groaned. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna get those.” he said, pulling up his shirt. “My skin’s being all dry and shit and I read that it’s a sign my skin’s stretched as far as it can go… and I totally have two whole months.” he said, pouting.
She shrugged. “They say cocoa butter helps, but I didn’t bother trying.” she said. “I figured it was like… battle scars of pregnancy.” she said, smiling. “I escaped varicose veins at least.” she said.
Patrick smiled. “I’m not seeing that problem, so I’m glad.” he said.
Ashlee smiled at him sadly. “I heard Travis and you had a talk a while back… how’s it been?” she asked.
Patrick sighed. “Okay.” he said, shrugging. “I just…you’re gonna think I’m crazy.” he said, then smiled bashfully. “I- I wish I was in love with him, too.” he said softly. “I just… you don’t know how bad I wish I could magically fall in love with him, because- because he’s perfect, you know?” he asked, rubbing his hands over his face. “He takes care of me, he loves this baby so much I wonder how he has room for loving me, and he is going to be an amazing father.” he said. “He’s… I’ll never find a man better than Travis and yet I just… I cant make myself fall in love with him.” he said softly.
Ashlee shook her head. “Don’t say that.” she said, then smiled at him. “Give it until your son is born.” she said. “I mean, I already was in love with Pete when Bronx was born, wouldn’t have married him if I didn’t love him, but-” she smiled as she went back to stirring the pot on the stove. “God, when they handed me Bronx for the first time, and Pete started crying and holding his tiny hand I felt more love for that man than I ever had before.” she said. “I just… I don’t know how to explain it but to say it was like falling in love with him all over again.” she said.
Patrick sighed. “I want to love him.” he blushed. “I’ve… I’ve thought about just… just starting a relationship, and hoping that one day I might love him… just because he loves me so much and I want to make him stop hurting.” he said. “How terrible am I?” he asked.
“Don’t do it.” she said. “You’re not terrible, he’s one of your best friends and you want him to stop hurting, but seriously, don’t do that because if you realize you don’t love him and like… meet someone else, it’ll destroy him.” she said.
Patrick started to speak but heard Pete’s voice. “WHERE IS MY NEPHEW?!?!” he yelled, then careened into the kitchen, hugging Patrick with gusto. “Aww, it’s little Petey junior!” he said, rubbing his belly.
Travis came him, carrying Bronx. “Get off my baby, you are NOT naming my kid after you, Wentz. Here, have yours.” he said, handing Bronx over to Pete, who set him on the counter. Travis saw the milk jug. “Dude, again?! You like… go on random milk binges enough already! It’s scary!” he said, then leaned all the way down to kiss Patrick’s belly again. “Hey buddy.” he said, smiling.
“After we have dinner, are you going back to Patrick’s place or staying, Travis?” Pete asked, and Travis looked at Patrick.
“You need me, or you want alone time?” he asked, rubbing his back in small circles.
Patrick shrugged. “Whatever you want, Travie. If I need you, I’ll call you, but if you want to come to my place, you can cuddle with your kid all night.” he said. “However, if you don’t come home, I reserve the right to call you at ass o’clock in the middle of the night if Penny starts getting whiney, cause you always get her calmed down.” he said.
Travis grinned. “I think you’re trying to make it sound like you don’t care what I do, but then trying to subtly hint that I should come home and be with my little lady and my son.” he said, then smiled. “Besides, you like my cuddles, don’t you?” he asked.
Patrick smiled. “I’m a slut for your cuddles and your leg rubs.” he admitted, and Travis smiled, rubbing Patrick’s back as he hugged him, kissing the top of his head.
“I’ll come home then.” he said, and Patrick looked pleased, burrowing into Travis’s middle with a smile on his face.
Ashlee just rolled her eyes and Pete shook his head, looking amused.