He's smiling, it doesn't look real though, it looks like he had been practicing that fake smile for a while. Declan smiles, a very genuine one, and greets his father "hey Dad. how was work?" His (fake, oh so fucking fake) smile grows and he plops down at the table. "Work was stressful but good, Spence finally proposed to his boyfriend, well fiancé" Patrick laughs. I don't know what was funny about that but his laugh looked genuine. "How was your day Babe?" He asked, his eyes looked stern but his (fake, fake, fake) smile made him out to be happy. "Great, Ash came over and we talked a bit—","Ashlee was here?" Bronx whines from behind me. I laugh and nod "you missed her, Bud." Bronx sits on my lap and grins at Declan.

"Who's Ashlee?" Patrick asks Bronx and I, his eyebrows are raised and his smile is fading. "Ash helped me with my pregnancy and also helped me raise Bronx, she is my best friend" Bronx nods in agreement. "When can I meet this Ashlee?" There's his fake smile again. "She's coming over tomorrow, you can meet her then, if you're not at work again" I was trying to make Patrick feel guilty, I wasn't sure if it was working cause he had that same fake smile plastered on his face and it was turning into a smirk. "Sure, I'll see if my schedules free."

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"Pete, come on, we need to talk about this." He's almost begging, it's pathetic. "Go away, you said yourself you weren't 'ready' so just fuck off!" I slam my fist against the bathroom door and hear him let out a long sigh. "Baby, I didn't mean it like that, please come out so we can talk" he pleas. My fist meet the cold white tile floor, it hurts like a bitch but I keep on punching the tile floor till I fee the skin break. I whimper, I hate pain but I still cause myself to hurt. "Pete, what happened, are you alright?" Standing up from my position on the floor causes pain to shoot through my back, I groan and unlock the door. Patrick comes barging in, he wraps his arms around me and examines my fist "shit, you alright?" He looks genuinely concerned, I nod and shift my weight onto him. He helps my stand steady, his arms around my waist and concerned eyes scanning me to see if I had done further injuries to myself. "No more fighting, I don't want you to hurt yourself further. We are also going to the doctors tomorrow for an ultrasound" he kisses my forehead, I smile a bit and feel his hands tangle into my messy dark brown hair. "I'm gonna make sure your okay Pete, I promised you I would" he mumbles, it barely audible but I can hear it with my head against his chest. I nod, it's all I can do, my fist feels like it's on fire. "Baby let my bandage your fist, OK?"

I don't even have time to agree because he has already picked me up and set me on the bathroom counter. He pulls a first aid kit from under the sink and opens it. First he washes the blood off of my hand with cold water from the faucet, I wince a bit and he kisses my forehead. Patrick grabs a tube of Neosporin and squeezes a bit onto my knuckles, he rubs it in softly and keeps kissing my forehead every time I wince. He wraps a gauze around my knuckles and tapes the lose end.

"Baby, let's go to bed" he tells me and wraps his arm around my waist. I nod and let him practically carry me to our bed. I let him pull my jeans and shirt off, he runs his hands up my chest and presses a kiss to my cheek. After I close my eyes I just let him run his hands up and down my body, his calloused hand squeezing my hips every now and then. His soft lips trail down my chest, stopping at the scars from my c-section and kissing them. I open my eyes back up and look at him, he has his chin rested on my hipbone and is staring up at me "you alright?" I nod and he scoots next to me, he sets his hand over my heart. His shirt is off and he's just wearing a pair of grey Calvin Klein's that grip around his god given thick thighs. He snakes his arm around my head, he tangles his fingers into my hair. "I love you Pete, you know that right?" I nod and roll myself on my side, I kiss a spot right above his collarbone "I love you too 'Trick." He hums and pulls me closer "good."

We don't talk after that, I just listen to his breathing go from uneven to shallow and even. He has a soft smile on his plump lips, he has a tight grip on my side and it makes my skin tingle. I love being this close to him, feeling his warm skin against mine as we lay in the silence.

an: this is so short and im not even sorry