Twenty-Five and Pregnant (Or, The One Where Patrick Hates His Life...Seriously!), 15
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:ALRIGHT GUYS! i was gonna update this earlier, sorry, my mom came in and hung out for a while.
“Travis, you’re half a note low and it sounds wrong. Hit this right when you say ‘me’ right here.” Patrick directed, thumb on the mic as Travis recorded his vocals.
Travis huffed. “Patrick it’s too hard… cant we just do the thing with that button that you hate and I love-”
Patrick glared at him through the glass. “No. Hit the note.” he said.
“I cant! Do you have any idea how hard it is to go from so low to so high that fast?” Travis asked, crossing his arms.
Patrick glared and pressed the button. “When I can do this-” He sang in ‘la la’s from around B2 up to nearly F5. “- And I have a baby pressing on my ribcage and my heart and lungs are working for two, there is no excuse for you to whine about hitting the easiest damn note I’ve ever made you sing. It’s not like you sing much anyways! You can rap like no mother fucker knows, but you also have a nice voice, so fucking SING it and stop whining!” he said, then took his finger off the microphone button, eyebrow arched as he stared Travis down through the glass, almost daring him to talk back.
Behind him, Matt and Disashi snickered at the exchange, where as Eric was busy listening to music. Travis looked like he was thinking about back-talking, only to decide he liked his balls attacked to his body. “Okay, I’ll try again. Get it ready.” Travis said meekly, and Patrick smirked, setting it up to go again.
“Man, you got Travie whipped already!” Matt said, and Patrick laughed.
“Dude, I did this same thing last time I worked with you guys! You guys must have not been there the time I stood face to chest with him, glaring straight up at him, where most people would be intimidated by his size, only to bitch him out so hard I had him backed into the sound board, afraid of me.” he said, smirking. “I’m tiny, but my attitude makes up for it.” he said, smiling. “Okay, Travie, go ahead.” he said, playing the tracking for him.
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Patrick walked into the living room after taking a nap and frowned. “Are you singing along to weird al?” he asked, and Travis jumped, blushing. “You are!” he said, smirking.
“It’s… funny?” he offered, then blushed. “Fine, I- I know all the words to the Star Wars Gangsta Rap.” he said, smiling a shy smile.
Patrick just laughed. “Wow, hidden down there, behind the ‘oh I’m so awesome’ exterior and all the tattoos… there is a nerd in you.” he said, smiling.
Travis suddenly smirked and then blushed. “I could’ve just went so dirty right there.” he said.
Patrick sat down beside him and snorted. “What? Dirty thoughts being fucked by a nerd?” he asked. “I’d have probably pulled a ‘that’s what she said’, being me.” he said.
Travis cringed. “I’m so tired of that joke.” he said, and Patrick gasped dramatically. “What?! You and Pete have like… a competition to see who gets smacked in the head first over FINALLY making someone snap over that lame ‘that’s what she said’ shit!” he said.
Patrick just curled into his side and sighed. “Would you let someone smack me in the head?” he asked, smiling up at him sweetly.
Travis shook his head, sliding his arm around his shoulders. “No way. I’d kick some ass… and go to jail again.” he said.
Patrick just smiled and hugged him. “Now, since you love that parody soo much…” he smiled up at him. “Can we watch Star Wars?” he asked, his inner geek peeking through his eyes.
Travis rolled his eyes. “Okay.” he said, “Only because our son is gonna be a total geek and its useless to try to protect him from it.” he said, then kissed his forehead absently before getting up to put in the movie.
Patrick smiled and bit his lip, feeling his stomach twitching at the thought of watching Star Wars with their son one day. “Do you… do you think we’re really going to be as happy with our son as I dream about?” Patrick asked, rubbing his stomach.
Travis smiled and sat down, arm around his shoulders. “Of course! I mean, we’ll love him more than life, for one thing, and for another, he’s half you, which is amazing as it is, and he’s gonna be MY son.” he said, smiling. “I’m going to be a daddy.” he said softly.
Patrick bit his lip. “Do… do you ever think that if either of us end up married and have children… that we’ll love them more than him, or- or treat him different?” he asked softly.
Travis shook his head. “No telling if I’ll ever get married or have more kids… but this baby…” he smiled at Patrick’s belly. “This is my miracle.” he said softly. “And I know you don’t like to think about it, but… you’re the only person I’ve ever really been in love with, so the fact that he’s OUR son will always make him special to me.” he said.
Patrick just smiled. “I don’t… I don’t like to think about it because I know you’re still hurt and- and I hate that so bad.” he admitted. “But I do like to think that even if you have more kids… OUR son will still be special to you.” he said, looking at the TV.
Travis just rubbed his side, then lay his hand on Patrick’s belly with a smile as the baby squirmed around in there. “What about you?” he said, then cringed. “Can you even have kids… the other way around?” he asked.
Patrick shrugged. “Probably not. Doubt my hormone levels would allow me to be very fertile… wouldn’t know, never bothered to find out.” he said. “Plus, do you know how difficult it would be to sit in a room and jerk off in a cup and then hand it to a fertility doctor?” he asked, and Travis burst out laughing, only to stop when the baby jumped. Patrick smiled. “He’s okay, you scared him.” he said, rubbing his belly.
Travis leaned down and kissed the bump. “Hey, I’m sorry. Daddy’s just got an obnoxious laugh, we all know it.” he said, then kissed the bump again. “Relax, little dude.” he said, smiling.
Patrick shushed Travis as the movie really started and Travis just shook his head, arm around Patrick as they watched Star Wars together.
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“DUDE!” Patrick yelled, then walked into the room, red and angry looking. Travis secretly thought he looked sexy, but held back his smile, knowing he would get his ass kicked by a short, tiny, pregnant man. “Matt, I haven’t drummed since Warped 2005 when I played like… two songs for My Chemical Romance, and I could get it right!” he snapped. “It’s NOT that serious!” he said.
Matt whined. “But my wrists are sore! You’ve made me re-play this song FIVE times already!” he said. “Is it not good enough YET!
“I don’t WANT good enough! I want PERFECT!” Patrick stormed. “Now get it right!” he snapped.
“Dude, Patrick, we’ve been working on the drumming for this song for DAYS! We don’t have it yet?” Disashi asked.
“No, we don’t!” Patrick said. “If you guys hadn’t showed up stoned yesterday, we might have had it! You know my policy, NO drugs while you’re working on writing or recording!” he said.
Travis shook his head. “I told you guys! Hell, I haven’t smoked up in like… four or so months.” he said.
Eric blinked. “Why not?! You and Joe are like… the two biggest potheads I know!” he said.
Travis huffed. “I resent that, I smoked occasionally! And I cant because its bad for Patrick and the baby.” he said. “Plus I may as well not bother, cause I’m not having my kid around it. No way.” he said, shaking his head.
Patrick smiled, then glared at the other three again. “See, just be responsible for once in your lives!” he said, then clapped. “Do it again, Matt!” he said, walking back into the booth to work the board.
Matt huffed and got ready. Disashi looked at Travis. “Schlep, what happened to your balls? Seriously?!” he asked, and Travis rolled his eyes.
Eric snickered. “Patrick probably has them in a jar somewhere.” he said, and Travis flipped him off.
“What do I need them for anyways? I’m not getting laid anytime soon.” he said, snorting as he flopped down on the couch outside of the room where Matt was recording again.
Disashi nudged him. “What you and Patrick don’t get it on anymore?” he asked.
Travis cringed. “We’re not… together, dude.” he said, looking up at him. “At all.” he said.
He frowned. “I’d just assumed… I mean… dude, you practically live with him, and you look at him like… well, sappy.” he said.
Eric snickered. “Depends, sometimes you look at him like you want to jump him right there.” he said, and Travis kicked him, hard in the shin. “OW FUCKER!” he snapped.
Travis sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it, but… no. There’s never been a ‘me and Patrick’.” he said softly. “Drunken night with ‘hey, sex sounds fun!’ is how the baby got here. That’s all there is to it.” he said, then muttered under is breath. “Unfortunately.”
Travis got up to escape his friends stares and walked in to hang with Patrick, who didn’t see him come in. Travis walked around and leaned against the wall, watching Patrick leaning over as far as his pregnant belly would allow to fix something with the board. Travis couldn’t help but smile. Patrick was so beautiful he couldn’t imagine anything more amazing. His face was a little more plump from the pregnancy weight that he didn’t seem to gain very much of, and his skin was perfectly flawless. His hair was shinier as it peeked under his hat and looked more red than usual. Travis still couldn’t get over how ridiculously tiny he was, and looked even more-so with a huge, round, baby belly. He was starting his eighth month of pregnancy. It was too hard to get him into the studio without being seen, so Travis knew he’d be confined to the house soon. He also knew it wouldn’t be long before their baby was born, since they wanted to take him as soon as was safe so Patrick wouldn’t go into labor on his own.
“Why are you staring at me like a creep in the corner?” Patrick asked, smiling at him.
Travis felt his heart lurch at the smile on Patrick’s lips. “Just… watching you work.” he covered, even if he felt his cheeks glow.
Patrick smiled and bit his lip. “Come here.” he said, and Travis walked over. “Your son is killing me… talk to him for me?” he asked, and Travis smile. Travis sat down in a chair beside Patrick, who pouted at the fact that with Travis sitting and him standing, they were nearly the same height.
“Hey little boy.” Travis put his hands on Patrick’s stomach. “Hey there baby.” he said, kissing Patrick’s shirt covered stomach. “Things are getting kinda cramped in there, huh?” he asked, smiling up at Patrick, who chuckled. “How big is he now?” he asked.
Patrick smiled. “The doctor said he’s about eighteen inches and about three and a half pounds.” he said, looking down at his belly. “I’m almost sure I’m gonna get stretch marks soon.” he said, sighing. “My skin is so dry and no matter how much of that damn cocoa butter I rub on there, it doesn’t help.” he said, pouting. “Oh well, I guess it doesn’t matter that much. I never looked good naked anyways, and I swim in a tee-shirt.” he said.
Travis rolled his eyes. “You’re always beautiful, Patrick.” he said, leaning in to kiss his belly again. “You’ve never been more beautiful than right now.” he said, rubbing a hand on his belly, smiling at the baby pushing against his hand.
“Travis?” Patrick asked softly, and Travis looked up, only to be met with a kiss. Patrick put his hands on the sides of Travis’s face and kissed him softly, just an innocent kiss. Travis still hand his hands on his stomach, but upon realizing he wasn’t dreaming, he slid them to Patrick’s sides, kissing him back gently.
Travis pulled back, and shook his head. “Patrick, please don’t do this to me.” he said, turning his head away as he felt tears in his eyes.
Patrick sighed but kissed the top of his head, hugging him as best as he could with the baby between them. “I know. I’ve hurt you too much already.” he said, then looked at his eyes, even if Travis refused to meet his. “I’m sorry.” he said softly, then turned back to the sound board.
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Travis went back to Pete’s place for the night. He found Pete feeding Bronx cheerios when he walked over to him. Bronx was already walking, even if clumsily and was so close to talking it wasn’t funny. He already had said three words for sure, ‘mama’ ‘dada’ and ‘no’, and had said something close to ‘Hemmy’ a few times. “Hey Pete.” Travis said, coming to sit beside him. Bronx walked over to him and patted at his knees, talking nonsense words. “Yeah, that’s so cool!” Travis said, and Bronx squealed, then tottered over to Pete, who gave him another cheerio.
“Go see Hemmy.” he said.
Bronx squealed loudly, making them both jump. “NO!” he yelled, only to drop to his knees and crawl to the dog, who was laying on the floor. Travis just shook his head, watching as Hemmy didn’t even blink when Bronx started climbing on him and hugging him and even pulling on his ears.
“Seriously, one day Hemmy is gonna snap and eat your son.” Travis said.
Pete snickered. “Nah, Hemmy is amazingly good with him.” he said, smiling. He looked at Travis and frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Travis sighed. “I think he enjoys playing games with me.” he said then shook his head. “Patrick just- he’s fucking with my heart and I think he’s doing it just to see how far he can push me.” he said.
Pete sighed. “Dude, just go with it. Maybe Ashlee’s right. She think he’s falling for you. I mean… I don’t know, its harder to read pregnant Patrick, because his personality swings like a kitchen door.” he said, and Travis laughed, nodded.
“He kissed me today.” Travis said. “I was talking to his belly, trying to calm the baby down and he just… said my name and when I looked up he kissed me.” he said. “And we haven’t spoken since I told him to stop hurting me.” he whispered.
Pete shook his head. “Don’t worry. Everything’s gonna be alright.” he said, and Travis sighed but nodded, watching Bronx cuddle Hemingway.
Travis snorted. “He is your son, alright. His favorite word is ‘no’, and he loves that dog probably about as much as you do.” he said.
Pete just smiled. “Hemmy is my best friend.” he said, shrugging. “It makes sense he’d love daddy’s best friend.” he said.
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:ALRIGHT GUYS! i was gonna update this earlier, sorry, my mom came in and hung out for a while.
“Travis, you’re half a note low and it sounds wrong. Hit this right when you say ‘me’ right here.” Patrick directed, thumb on the mic as Travis recorded his vocals.
Travis huffed. “Patrick it’s too hard… cant we just do the thing with that button that you hate and I love-”
Patrick glared at him through the glass. “No. Hit the note.” he said.
“I cant! Do you have any idea how hard it is to go from so low to so high that fast?” Travis asked, crossing his arms.
Patrick glared and pressed the button. “When I can do this-” He sang in ‘la la’s from around B2 up to nearly F5. “- And I have a baby pressing on my ribcage and my heart and lungs are working for two, there is no excuse for you to whine about hitting the easiest damn note I’ve ever made you sing. It’s not like you sing much anyways! You can rap like no mother fucker knows, but you also have a nice voice, so fucking SING it and stop whining!” he said, then took his finger off the microphone button, eyebrow arched as he stared Travis down through the glass, almost daring him to talk back.
Behind him, Matt and Disashi snickered at the exchange, where as Eric was busy listening to music. Travis looked like he was thinking about back-talking, only to decide he liked his balls attacked to his body. “Okay, I’ll try again. Get it ready.” Travis said meekly, and Patrick smirked, setting it up to go again.
“Man, you got Travie whipped already!” Matt said, and Patrick laughed.
“Dude, I did this same thing last time I worked with you guys! You guys must have not been there the time I stood face to chest with him, glaring straight up at him, where most people would be intimidated by his size, only to bitch him out so hard I had him backed into the sound board, afraid of me.” he said, smirking. “I’m tiny, but my attitude makes up for it.” he said, smiling. “Okay, Travie, go ahead.” he said, playing the tracking for him.
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Patrick walked into the living room after taking a nap and frowned. “Are you singing along to weird al?” he asked, and Travis jumped, blushing. “You are!” he said, smirking.
“It’s… funny?” he offered, then blushed. “Fine, I- I know all the words to the Star Wars Gangsta Rap.” he said, smiling a shy smile.
Patrick just laughed. “Wow, hidden down there, behind the ‘oh I’m so awesome’ exterior and all the tattoos… there is a nerd in you.” he said, smiling.
Travis suddenly smirked and then blushed. “I could’ve just went so dirty right there.” he said.
Patrick sat down beside him and snorted. “What? Dirty thoughts being fucked by a nerd?” he asked. “I’d have probably pulled a ‘that’s what she said’, being me.” he said.
Travis cringed. “I’m so tired of that joke.” he said, and Patrick gasped dramatically. “What?! You and Pete have like… a competition to see who gets smacked in the head first over FINALLY making someone snap over that lame ‘that’s what she said’ shit!” he said.
Patrick just curled into his side and sighed. “Would you let someone smack me in the head?” he asked, smiling up at him sweetly.
Travis shook his head, sliding his arm around his shoulders. “No way. I’d kick some ass… and go to jail again.” he said.
Patrick just smiled and hugged him. “Now, since you love that parody soo much…” he smiled up at him. “Can we watch Star Wars?” he asked, his inner geek peeking through his eyes.
Travis rolled his eyes. “Okay.” he said, “Only because our son is gonna be a total geek and its useless to try to protect him from it.” he said, then kissed his forehead absently before getting up to put in the movie.
Patrick smiled and bit his lip, feeling his stomach twitching at the thought of watching Star Wars with their son one day. “Do you… do you think we’re really going to be as happy with our son as I dream about?” Patrick asked, rubbing his stomach.
Travis smiled and sat down, arm around his shoulders. “Of course! I mean, we’ll love him more than life, for one thing, and for another, he’s half you, which is amazing as it is, and he’s gonna be MY son.” he said, smiling. “I’m going to be a daddy.” he said softly.
Patrick bit his lip. “Do… do you ever think that if either of us end up married and have children… that we’ll love them more than him, or- or treat him different?” he asked softly.
Travis shook his head. “No telling if I’ll ever get married or have more kids… but this baby…” he smiled at Patrick’s belly. “This is my miracle.” he said softly. “And I know you don’t like to think about it, but… you’re the only person I’ve ever really been in love with, so the fact that he’s OUR son will always make him special to me.” he said.
Patrick just smiled. “I don’t… I don’t like to think about it because I know you’re still hurt and- and I hate that so bad.” he admitted. “But I do like to think that even if you have more kids… OUR son will still be special to you.” he said, looking at the TV.
Travis just rubbed his side, then lay his hand on Patrick’s belly with a smile as the baby squirmed around in there. “What about you?” he said, then cringed. “Can you even have kids… the other way around?” he asked.
Patrick shrugged. “Probably not. Doubt my hormone levels would allow me to be very fertile… wouldn’t know, never bothered to find out.” he said. “Plus, do you know how difficult it would be to sit in a room and jerk off in a cup and then hand it to a fertility doctor?” he asked, and Travis burst out laughing, only to stop when the baby jumped. Patrick smiled. “He’s okay, you scared him.” he said, rubbing his belly.
Travis leaned down and kissed the bump. “Hey, I’m sorry. Daddy’s just got an obnoxious laugh, we all know it.” he said, then kissed the bump again. “Relax, little dude.” he said, smiling.
Patrick shushed Travis as the movie really started and Travis just shook his head, arm around Patrick as they watched Star Wars together.
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“DUDE!” Patrick yelled, then walked into the room, red and angry looking. Travis secretly thought he looked sexy, but held back his smile, knowing he would get his ass kicked by a short, tiny, pregnant man. “Matt, I haven’t drummed since Warped 2005 when I played like… two songs for My Chemical Romance, and I could get it right!” he snapped. “It’s NOT that serious!” he said.
Matt whined. “But my wrists are sore! You’ve made me re-play this song FIVE times already!” he said. “Is it not good enough YET!
“I don’t WANT good enough! I want PERFECT!” Patrick stormed. “Now get it right!” he snapped.
“Dude, Patrick, we’ve been working on the drumming for this song for DAYS! We don’t have it yet?” Disashi asked.
“No, we don’t!” Patrick said. “If you guys hadn’t showed up stoned yesterday, we might have had it! You know my policy, NO drugs while you’re working on writing or recording!” he said.
Travis shook his head. “I told you guys! Hell, I haven’t smoked up in like… four or so months.” he said.
Eric blinked. “Why not?! You and Joe are like… the two biggest potheads I know!” he said.
Travis huffed. “I resent that, I smoked occasionally! And I cant because its bad for Patrick and the baby.” he said. “Plus I may as well not bother, cause I’m not having my kid around it. No way.” he said, shaking his head.
Patrick smiled, then glared at the other three again. “See, just be responsible for once in your lives!” he said, then clapped. “Do it again, Matt!” he said, walking back into the booth to work the board.
Matt huffed and got ready. Disashi looked at Travis. “Schlep, what happened to your balls? Seriously?!” he asked, and Travis rolled his eyes.
Eric snickered. “Patrick probably has them in a jar somewhere.” he said, and Travis flipped him off.
“What do I need them for anyways? I’m not getting laid anytime soon.” he said, snorting as he flopped down on the couch outside of the room where Matt was recording again.
Disashi nudged him. “What you and Patrick don’t get it on anymore?” he asked.
Travis cringed. “We’re not… together, dude.” he said, looking up at him. “At all.” he said.
He frowned. “I’d just assumed… I mean… dude, you practically live with him, and you look at him like… well, sappy.” he said.
Eric snickered. “Depends, sometimes you look at him like you want to jump him right there.” he said, and Travis kicked him, hard in the shin. “OW FUCKER!” he snapped.
Travis sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it, but… no. There’s never been a ‘me and Patrick’.” he said softly. “Drunken night with ‘hey, sex sounds fun!’ is how the baby got here. That’s all there is to it.” he said, then muttered under is breath. “Unfortunately.”
Travis got up to escape his friends stares and walked in to hang with Patrick, who didn’t see him come in. Travis walked around and leaned against the wall, watching Patrick leaning over as far as his pregnant belly would allow to fix something with the board. Travis couldn’t help but smile. Patrick was so beautiful he couldn’t imagine anything more amazing. His face was a little more plump from the pregnancy weight that he didn’t seem to gain very much of, and his skin was perfectly flawless. His hair was shinier as it peeked under his hat and looked more red than usual. Travis still couldn’t get over how ridiculously tiny he was, and looked even more-so with a huge, round, baby belly. He was starting his eighth month of pregnancy. It was too hard to get him into the studio without being seen, so Travis knew he’d be confined to the house soon. He also knew it wouldn’t be long before their baby was born, since they wanted to take him as soon as was safe so Patrick wouldn’t go into labor on his own.
“Why are you staring at me like a creep in the corner?” Patrick asked, smiling at him.
Travis felt his heart lurch at the smile on Patrick’s lips. “Just… watching you work.” he covered, even if he felt his cheeks glow.
Patrick smiled and bit his lip. “Come here.” he said, and Travis walked over. “Your son is killing me… talk to him for me?” he asked, and Travis smile. Travis sat down in a chair beside Patrick, who pouted at the fact that with Travis sitting and him standing, they were nearly the same height.
“Hey little boy.” Travis put his hands on Patrick’s stomach. “Hey there baby.” he said, kissing Patrick’s shirt covered stomach. “Things are getting kinda cramped in there, huh?” he asked, smiling up at Patrick, who chuckled. “How big is he now?” he asked.
Patrick smiled. “The doctor said he’s about eighteen inches and about three and a half pounds.” he said, looking down at his belly. “I’m almost sure I’m gonna get stretch marks soon.” he said, sighing. “My skin is so dry and no matter how much of that damn cocoa butter I rub on there, it doesn’t help.” he said, pouting. “Oh well, I guess it doesn’t matter that much. I never looked good naked anyways, and I swim in a tee-shirt.” he said.
Travis rolled his eyes. “You’re always beautiful, Patrick.” he said, leaning in to kiss his belly again. “You’ve never been more beautiful than right now.” he said, rubbing a hand on his belly, smiling at the baby pushing against his hand.
“Travis?” Patrick asked softly, and Travis looked up, only to be met with a kiss. Patrick put his hands on the sides of Travis’s face and kissed him softly, just an innocent kiss. Travis still hand his hands on his stomach, but upon realizing he wasn’t dreaming, he slid them to Patrick’s sides, kissing him back gently.
Travis pulled back, and shook his head. “Patrick, please don’t do this to me.” he said, turning his head away as he felt tears in his eyes.
Patrick sighed but kissed the top of his head, hugging him as best as he could with the baby between them. “I know. I’ve hurt you too much already.” he said, then looked at his eyes, even if Travis refused to meet his. “I’m sorry.” he said softly, then turned back to the sound board.
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Travis went back to Pete’s place for the night. He found Pete feeding Bronx cheerios when he walked over to him. Bronx was already walking, even if clumsily and was so close to talking it wasn’t funny. He already had said three words for sure, ‘mama’ ‘dada’ and ‘no’, and had said something close to ‘Hemmy’ a few times. “Hey Pete.” Travis said, coming to sit beside him. Bronx walked over to him and patted at his knees, talking nonsense words. “Yeah, that’s so cool!” Travis said, and Bronx squealed, then tottered over to Pete, who gave him another cheerio.
“Go see Hemmy.” he said.
Bronx squealed loudly, making them both jump. “NO!” he yelled, only to drop to his knees and crawl to the dog, who was laying on the floor. Travis just shook his head, watching as Hemmy didn’t even blink when Bronx started climbing on him and hugging him and even pulling on his ears.
“Seriously, one day Hemmy is gonna snap and eat your son.” Travis said.
Pete snickered. “Nah, Hemmy is amazingly good with him.” he said, smiling. He looked at Travis and frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Travis sighed. “I think he enjoys playing games with me.” he said then shook his head. “Patrick just- he’s fucking with my heart and I think he’s doing it just to see how far he can push me.” he said.
Pete sighed. “Dude, just go with it. Maybe Ashlee’s right. She think he’s falling for you. I mean… I don’t know, its harder to read pregnant Patrick, because his personality swings like a kitchen door.” he said, and Travis laughed, nodded.
“He kissed me today.” Travis said. “I was talking to his belly, trying to calm the baby down and he just… said my name and when I looked up he kissed me.” he said. “And we haven’t spoken since I told him to stop hurting me.” he whispered.
Pete shook his head. “Don’t worry. Everything’s gonna be alright.” he said, and Travis sighed but nodded, watching Bronx cuddle Hemingway.
Travis snorted. “He is your son, alright. His favorite word is ‘no’, and he loves that dog probably about as much as you do.” he said.
Pete just smiled. “Hemmy is my best friend.” he said, shrugging. “It makes sense he’d love daddy’s best friend.” he said.