Patrick woke up consumed in heat. A heat that could only mean one thing, Pete was laying in bed draped over him. Even after he'd spent the entire day out with William and Brendon, Pete still came to lay with him last night. He must not be as angry as Patrick assumed he would be.

He didn't have to open his eyes to know Pete was watching him. He could feel his gaze burning through his skin. Pete didn't sleep much so he'd probably been watching Patrick sleep for a while. He flipped onto his back so that he wasn't facing Pete directly.

"Hi." He muttered quietly. As if he were afraid speaking too loudly would upset the relaxing, morning state Pete seemed to be in.

"Good morning." His voice was free of sleep.

Patrick opened his eyes to look at him then. His intense hazel gaze stared down at him. His elbow was pushing into the bed above Patrick's pillow. His scruffy cheek was resting in his hand. He was hot in a way only Pete could be.

"How are you feeling?" He stared at the hairs growing on his chin so he wouldn't have to look him in the eyes.

"The better question would be, how are you feeling?"

Patrick's eyebrows rose. "I-I'm feeling okay I guess."

"Good." He nodded absentmindedly.

"Pete, are you okay?" Patrick reached up to rub his hand against his husband's forehead. "Are you sick?"

"No." Pete laughed lightly. Gently moving Patrick's hand from his face.

"Why are you being so nice?"

He grimaced. "Am I usually mean?"

"No. No. It's just- you were so mad yesterday about Will-"

"Shh shh shh." Pete whispered, titling his face down closer to his. His lips pressed against his briefly. "Shhh. We aren't talking about that today."

"What? Why not?"

"Do you really not know the answer to that?" He tilted his head. Watching Patrick's face.

"No?"

Pete broke into a warm smile, flipping himself onto Patrick's stomach. Causing the smaller man to exhale loudly from the sudden pressure on top of him. He didn't have time to complain before Pete was balancing his weight on his arms. Patrick's legs automatically opened to help Pete comfortably adjust himself.

"It's your birthday, baby." He whispered down at him.

"What?"

Patrick heard what he said but it didn't feel real. Maybe hearing it said twice would help his brain cope with the lost time.

"It's your birthday." He said again. The smile disappearing from his face as he looked at the concerned look on Patrick's. "You're twenty eight years old, today."

"I'm twenty eight today?"

Of course he was twenty eight. The last birthday he'd had was the first one he spent with Pete. That was when he was twenty five. That makes two birthdays where he wasn't conscious to celebrate it. Two years of his life that was taken from him. What would he have done if they'd never gotten in that sabotaged car?

Who hated him enough to take two years away from him? What had he ever done to anyone to make them that angry? He bit down on the inside of his mouth to stop the pout that was begging to come out and be seen. This was his birthday. The first one since he'd woken up. This was supposed to be a happy day. He shouldn't want to cry.

"Patrick, are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He smiled tightly. "I'm fine."

"Then why are you doing your fake smile?" He frowned.

Pete moved to lift himself up, but Patrick quickly wrapped his legs and arms around him to keep him in place.

"I said I'm fine, Pete."

"I heard you say it, but you're lying-"

"Why wouldn't I be fine? Its my birthday. I'm in bed with my amazing husband, who for some reason isn't angry at me from ignoring his demands yesterday. And I'm pretty sure I can get birthday sex out of this if I play my cards right."

"Is that right?" He rested his forehead against Patrick's.

"That's very right." Patrick nodded slowly. The humor lighting in his blue eyes.

Pete angled his head to the side as he leaned in to kiss him. His eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.

"Happy birthday. Happy birthday. Happy birthday!" Brendon burst through the door of the room with a small cupcake on a plate. "I said it there times because we have to celebrate three of your birthdays in one!"

"Of course we get interrupted." Pete muttered.

"Don't we always?" Patrick laughed.

"And I already have your perfect birthday outfit!" Ryan ran through the door. Hopping on top of Pete. Patrick gasped at the extra weight.

"Of course you'd want to be on top of Pete." Brendon muttered through his smile.

"What was that, Bren?" Ryan raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing."

"It sounded like you said something."

"I didn't say anything." He spoke in a cheerful voice. "Definitely not anything about you and Pete spending the entire day in his office alone yesterday." His smile tightened. "Because it's Patrick's birthday and we aren't allowed to argue today."

"We're not?" Patrick managed to asked with the pressure being pushed down on his chest.

"No, we're not." Pete smiled.

"He made us promise this morning." Ryan bounded off the bed.

"You did?" Patrick stroked his hand through Pete's hair.

"Of course." He kissed him softly. "I love you and I wanted your birthday to be a happy day."

"Enough of the cuteness, bitches." Brendon sat the plate on the nightstand. Freeing his hands to push Pete off of his best friend. "We have a busy day ahead of us."

"What are we doing?" Patrick sat up. The excitement making him feel like a ten year old. "Am I getting another car?"

"Since when did you become the sweet sixteen spoiled little bitch?"

"Since he married a billionaire?" Ryan suggested.

"You can get whatever you want." Pete ignored both of them.

"And I can do whatever I want too?"

"Well, I already had plans for the four of us. But if you don't like them, we'll cancel."

"Why don't I get treated like this on my birthday?" Brendon crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Ryan.

Ryan stared at him in disbelief. "I got you a pony last year. A fucking pony!"

"Maybe I wanted a unicorn-"

"Guys!" Pete interrupted. "Today is about Patrick. Can we keep it about him?"

"Fine." They muttered in unison.

"Now, we have to go make sure everything's set for later. Ryan, text Jefferson and tell him to be waiting downstairs."

"Aye, captain." He mock saluted as he walked out of the room backwards.

"I'm going to be gone for no more than an hour." Pete brushed Patrick's hair from forehead and pressed a kiss to the pale skin there.

"Hurry back."

"You'd better keep my boy safe, Urie."

"Fuck you." Brendon poked his finger into the cupcake. "Nothings going to happen to him."

So someone challenged me to write one drama free chapter and this is the best I could do. I don't really know if I like it because drama is my forte but blahhh! Here's a chapter, sorry if it sucks. The drama will definitely be back next chapter though.