Ship: Brendon/Patrick
Words: 351

"Mom, how about you go first?" I suggest, Patrick by my side. He shuts his eyes softly as the fireplace crackles and my mother grabs a present from her pile.

She begins unwrapping carefully, Ryan, Dad, my sister, my brother, and my aunt sitting in the couches surrounding the coffee table.

Mom finishes unwrapping and pulls out a pair of new knitting needles, thanking Ryan thoughtfully and placing them in her box of unwrapped presents.

"You next, Baby." I says beside Patrick, a small smile across my lips.

He bites his lip and pulls my present for me out from under his feet.

It looks... oddly shaped. Like... it's not the right one,..

No, I got them right. It's okay.

He begins unwrapping slowly, just like Mom before him and I don't understand how he can do it so slow but I don't question it.

As he pulls out the gift, both our cheeks go a bright red and before I can shove it back it, he's brought out the black leather collar, studded with silver .

"Brendon?" Patrick whispers, looking up at me, then a smile cracks on his face, "You little shit, you got them mixed up, didn't you?"

I give him an awkward smile.

"Oh sweetie!" My mom exclaims.

I cringe as I wait for someone to insult me, but Mom only continues.

"Are you getting a dog?"

I have to cough to cover up a choke as Patrick fakes a smile and hugs me close, "I'm so sorry." I whisper.

"You owe me." Patrick whispers back, then louder says, "Thank you so much, I love you."

"I love you, too." I smile as Patrick quickly hides the tag that clearly says property of Brendon.

"Aww, how cute." My sister awes. Ryan only has a smug look on his face, shaking his head back and forth because he knows.

"Thank you so so much, Baby." Patrick smiles and it's real. Pretty sure it's from the fact that he got a collar.

"You're welcome, love you, Darling."

"Love you, too," he says, then whispers.

"Daddy."