Who knew that newborn babies had to be fed every 2-3 hours? Patrick and Pete definitely didn't. It was either feed him two ounces of milk every two hours or three ounces of milk every three hours. So of course they chose the three ounces. Thinking that meant they'd get sleep in increments of three hours.

They forgot to take other things into consideration. Like diaper changes or just the little guy being cranky for attention. He whined and he cried and he stirred and they didn't sleep.

But finally, around four in the morning, the baby went to sleep in Patrick's arms. It only took a few minutes for him to master the art of holding an infant with a messed up hand. He looked back in excitement to show Pete. But when he did, he saw that Pete was slumped into the small couch. His head tilted back and his lips slightly parted. Of course he'd fallen asleep. Now it was Patrick's turn to do the same.

He placed the small boy into his bed. Staring for a few seconds to make sure he didn't shift in discomfort. When he was satisfied that the baby was satisfied, he walked over to Pete. There definitely wasn't enough room on the couch for two. He guessed that meant he was going to head back to his own hospital room. The one the doctor told him not to leave in the first place.

He leaned down to kiss Pete, but his body protested. Fine, no goodnight kiss for his husband. The soreness in his ribs started to intensify when he was holding the newborn. But of course he'd ignored it because Pete needed the help. Now that everyone was asleep, he could finally pop another pain med and relax.

When Patrick stepped into the hallway he realized he didn't know where his room was. He knew the general area he'd come from, but not the exact room. He wanted to go to the front desk and ask but that would be way too embarrassing.

Excuse me, I'm a patient here and it seems I forgot my own room number.

He wasn't going to do that. He could find it himself. He walked down the cold, empty hallway and peeked into a few of the open doors. He wished he had his phone to call and see if Brendon or Ryan were in there. But he didn't so he was stuck doing it this way. Peeking into stranger's hospital rooms.

When Patrick got to the end of the hall he began to feel worried. Maybe he didn't know the general area of his room. Maybe he was on the wrong hall. He stuck his head into the final room. His eyes scanned the area until they landed on the bed. On a head of dark hair that Patrick knew all to well.

His curiosity got the better of him as he found himself stepping quietly into the room. Practically tiptoeing to the side of the bed. Just to stare down at the sleeping man who'd betrayed his trust on extreme levels.

How the tables had turned. Patrick was no longer the weak, impressionable man Andy had taken advantage of. The self conscious man that Andy used and hurt. Patrick was a new person thanks to Pete. He was happy and confident and strong. And now Andy was the weak one. Sleeping in the hospital bed connected to tubes and IVs.

Patrick wasn't sure how to feel.

The word relieved came to mind. Yes, maybe he was a little relieved. Because Andy lying in this bed meant he didn't have the power to hurt Patrick anymore. At least not physically. He was going to go to jail for a long time for what he did to him. For what he did to Pete. For what he did to Meagan. He'd hurt a lot of people.

That wasn't the Andy that Patrick knew. That wasn't the same kid who'd found the dorky kid in highschool and befriended him. That wasn't the same kid who held him when he finally came out as gay to his family. That wasn't the same man who'd hold Patrick at night and kiss him awake in the mornings. The man who would paint hearts all over Patrick's body when they were bored. The man who loved him more than himself for years. This couldn't be the same person. Because Patrick loved that person. He would always love that person.

But this man here, the one lying in the bed because of his own selfish actions. Patrick hated him. Pure, unfiltered, blinding hate. This was the man who'd cheated on him more times that he could count. The man who'd leave him at his weakest points to go make himself feel strong. This was the man who'd dictated too many years of Patrick's adult life. The man who left him after a decade for one of his best friends. The man who'd attempted to sabotage his wedding. And when he failed at that, he succeeded in sabotaging his car. Taking years of his fucking life away from him. And then not letting it go. Kidnapping him in attempt to torture and kill him. Damn near taking the life of a baby Patrick had grown to love in a matter of hours.

That's who this fucking demon was in the bed right now. No where near the same man Patrick had fallen in love with. The man Patrick loved died a long time ago. All he felt right now was hate. So much of it that it was making it hard for him to breathe. Patrick tried to take in a deep breath and he couldn't. He just couldn't. He could feel the scorned tears beginning to leak down his cheeks. Decorating his face in a rainfall of hurt. He closed his eyes to stop it. But more tears were coming than breaths being taken. He couldn't help it. He was mad damn it! And he was hurt.

"Patrick?" Andy's hoarse voice infected his ears.

And then finally, Patrick was able to inhale. He took in as much air as he could. Letting it out slowly. Trying to bring his breathing pattern back to normal. When his chest was moving up and down at it's normal speed again, he let his eyes open. Let himself stare into Andy's bloodshot ones.

"Hey, Andy." He said softly. Almost condescendingly.

"What are you doing here?" He tried to sit up and fell back onto the bed. "Why are you crying? Are you okay?"

Ha! Now he cared if he was okay?

"No, I'm not okay. I have stitches in my head, broken ribs and a fucked up hand because of you." He had no idea why he was speaking so softly. Maybe it was a defense mechanism.

"I told you to stay away from Pete."

"Pete didn't do this. You did. And I hope you get punished so badly that you regret it for the rest of your life."

"I regret it already." He sniffed. "And please don't cry. I'm going to be fine."

"You think I'm crying because I'm worried about you?" The nerve! The fucking audacity of this man!

"You're not?" Patrick just glared. "Then why are you crying?"

"I think it's because I remembered for the first time, since I hated you, that I used to love you."

"Patrick." He sighed. "You have no idea how sorry I am. I love you to death and I just couldn't fathom -"

"It's no point in you apologizing, Andy. It's too late. Way too late. The man I used to love is dead. And now, so is the man that used to love you."

He used the top of the hospital gown to wipe his tears. Only stopping when he was positive his face was dried.

"Pat, please." He reached out to him. The IV moving with his hand.

"Don't call me Pat." He turned.

"I have to tell you something."

"I don't care about anything you have to say anymore."

"The baby might not be Pete's."

He spun back around. "What?"

"Meagan was having sex with her ex fiance around the time she got pregnant. She has no idea who the father is."

Patrick just nodded. More to himself than to Andy. He stared down at him for a few seconds longer. This was the last time he would ever see him. And then he turned again. Walking out of the room. Andy didn't try to stop him this time.

He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and bumped into someone. Almost sending him falling to the ground. He stabled his footing and looked up. His eyes connecting with Joe's for a few seconds before Joe looked away. But Patrick wasn't going to question him he stepped aside and let Joe enter the room.

He didn't care about sleep or finding his own room anymore. He walked as fast as his body would allow him back to Meagan's room where Pete was sleeping. He needed Pete to hold him right now and tell him everything was going to be okay.

When he walked into the room, Pete was awake. Standing and trying to calm the crying baby in his arms. He wasn't doing the best job. And Patrick could see that it was because the man was still half asleep. He walked over and took the baby from Pete. He gently rocking the boy in his arms. The cried started to die down slowly.

"Thank you." Pete smiled lazily.

"No thanks necessary."

Patrick kept his eyes on the child. Andy's words were bothering him. He tried to find Pete's features on the small face. But of course that was impossible with a baby born only hours ago.

"Where were you? I woke up and you were gone. I even checked your room."

"You know where my room is?"

"Of course." Pere laughed. "You don't?"

"No I was just out looking for it." He was going to stop there. Because he wasn't lying. He just wasn't telling the entire truth. But then he looked over at Pete and thought better. After everything they'd been through, they didn't need any more secrets between them. "And I found Andy's room on the way."

"Oh?" Pete tried to sound as casual as possible.

"I didn't go looking for him. But when I saw him, I had to say my last words."

"I understand." And he did. That's ten years of history. Of course Patrick wouldn't want to end it in an old garage with blood every where. He needed to say goodbye the right way. Anyone would have. "Here," Pete held his hands out. "You look tired. Your eyes are all puffy and red from lack of sleep. I'm more awake now. I'll take him."

"No, that's okay." He didn't want Pete holding the fragile child when he delivered the next part of the news. "I love holding him."

"I love you for being so open to this." Pete couldn't ask for a better husband. Well, he could, but that wouldn't exist.

"How could I not instantly fall in love with a face like his?" Patrick cooed the words at the child. Hopefully the face would start forming to match Pete's. "I spoke with Andy for a bit while I was in there." Bad start, Patrick. Bad start.

"I know. You just said that." Pete ran his hand down his face.

"I know. I was just thinking about a few of the things he told me." He kept his eyes on the baby as he spoke. Not wanting to see Pete's reaction.

"Like what?" Pete asked cautiously. He could tell something was wrong.

"Oh, you know. Just that Meagan was sleeping with her old fiance around the time she got pregnant and she doesn't know who the father is." He smiled at the child when he finished.

Pete was frozen in shock for a few seconds. He had to sit and let the news soak into his head. Finally he moved. Rushing over to the button the nurse told him to press if he had any questions. Within seconds, a small, dark haired woman was walking into the room.

"Whats wrong." She walked over to inspect the baby.

"I had a question."

"At four in the morning?"

"Yes."

"What's your question? And it'd better be a good one."

"How long does it take to get results back for paternity test?"

"Usually 3-5 days. Or an express test can take 12-72 hours. Why?"

"I need an express paternity test."

"I- uh." The nurse looked from Pete to Meagan to the baby. And then her eyes landed on Patrick. He shrugged. She looked back at Pete. "Okay. In the mor-"

"Now." Pete snapped.

"Please?" Patrick added for good measure.