"Hey Pete" Patrick greeted me with a smile on his face and pecked my cheek. Smiling back and handing Patrick a cup of coffee (black and two cubes of brown sugar.) "You made pancakes?" He asked while inhaling through his nose, I nod and wrap my arm around his waist "I'm in a good mood, I only threw up once this morning and my head doesn't hurt." He laughs and takes a long sips from his coffee "still up for that ultrasound?" He asks, I nod and go back to my pancakes. "Can you wake the kids up? Ash is coming around ten so they should be up by then" he nods and heads upstairs.

       Patrick comes downstairs with Bronx and Declan behind him, Bronx has my old bass around his back and Declan has his school binder under his arm. "Pete made pancakes" Patrick announces and plops on a chair at the table. "Dad, can I go to my friends house tonight? We are going to jam in his basement and apparently he has a twin brother, which is sick" Bronx has a smile on his face which means he's really excited about this. "Sure, just be back by ten" I tell him and set a plate with a stack of pancakes on it onto the table. Patrick grabs a few pancakes and starts to drizzle an unnecessary about of sirup on the fluffy cakes. He moans at the taste of them and shovels the rest into his mouth. "Pete you're fucking amazing at cooking—" Bronx interrupts him by laughing out loud "he is so bad at cooking, the only thing he's good at is pancakes and mac and cheese." I pout and turn off the stove, I sit down next to Patrick and peck his cheek.

          The door bell rings and I grab Patricks wrist to look at his  digital wristwatch. 9:59 pm. Ashlee's always on time, Bronx rushes to the door with my bass still around his back. "Bronx! You're so tall Kid!" I hear Ashlee exclaim. "Ash, I missed you so much!" Bronx exclaims back, I hear them both walk into the kitchen. Ashlee's has a wide smile across her face and a black Nike bag over her shoulder, Bronx has taken his place back at the table. "Ash this is Patrick, my boyfriend. Patrick this is Ashlee my best friend" I introduce the two. Patrick smiles at the dirty blond women with brown roots standing by the doorway, she smiles back and sits at the table. Even though they has already meet, I wanted them to be introduced properly and I wanted them to be nice to each other.

       "P, can I have an expresso with a shot of whiskey?" Ashlee grins and I shake my head and turn on the coffee machine. "No alcohol while you're around the kids, so you're gonna have to live with an expresso" I chuckle while placing a small cup underneath the spout of the machine. The machine begins to hiss and I sit on Patrick's lap.

        "When's my appointment?" I ask him, his arms go around my waist and he rests his chin on my shoulder "eleven twenty" he mumbles. I nod and close my eyes as he starts to massage tiny circles into my waist with his fingers. "Y'all are gonna make me throw up" Ashlee says as she stands up to fetch her expresso. Declan and Bronx giggle and exchange glances.

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"Mr. Wentz, can I speak to you alone?" My doctor, Dr. Martin asks me. "Um... I would like to hear anything you have to tell him" Patrick steps in before I can reply. "Mr. Wentz are you ok with that?" Dr. Martin asks. "Yeah and I've told you Nick, you can call me Pete" I reply and squeeze Patrick's hand.

         Dr. Martin sighs and his eyes scans over his clipboard "Pete, you're with out a doubt pregnant, but having another baby would be putting your health and possibly your life on the line, not to mention the baby's life."

           I stares at Patrick with wide eyes, Patrick lets go of my hand and runs out of the room as if there were a fire. I pull his bare knees to his chest and hugs them "Pete, I think it would be best if you come back next week for another check up, till then just take it easy and stay out of stressful situations."

             He leaves the room, leaving me to change back into my clothing. After changing I schedule another appointment, everyone in the waiting room is female with the exception of a few males. I leave the sad hospital and look around for my car, it's not there and neither is my boyfriend. I sigh loudly and fish out my phone, I dial Joe's number and listen to it ring four times before he picks up. "

            "Hey Pete" he yawns, I sigh and stick my other hand into my pocket "can you pick me up at the hospital?" I hear the sound of keys then Joe's conserved voice "are you alright?" I shake my head "yeah, I'm fine... can you just pick me up?" Joe sighs and I hear his car door open "on my way."

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"Why can't lover boy pick you up?" He asks me as we enter our neighborhood. "He left.... Y'know how I can get pregnant?" Joe nods "um... lover boy got me pregnant."

        Joe almost crashes into a mail box, he pulls into someones drive way and stares at me. "I am going to kill him" he growls and he stares at my stomach, I roll my eyes "Joe, it's fine he just left and I think he needs to process the fact that he's gonna have another kid."

        "Are you sure?" I nod, he sighs and backs out of the drive way. "Have you told the boys?" He asks, I shake my head and tap my fingers on my knees. After that the ride is silent until my phone rings. I look at the screen and see Declan's name popping up.          

          "Dec, what's up?" I ask him. "I think Bronx is sick, he has thrown up like five times and he's burning up. Fuck, he's crying Pete! Please get here fast." He sounds so panicked "where's Ashlee?" I ask, I hear Bronx groaning in the background, he sighs "she got wasted and headed home."

         "Joe hurry up, Bronx is sick!" I tell the curly haired man driving, he nods and goes over the speed limit till we reach my house.

        Once he pulls into the drive way I jump out of the car and run inside. I head to Bronx's room, Declan is standing by Bronx's bed with a damp towel in his hand.

         "Fuck, B you alright?" I ask my crying son as I sit down on his bed. He shakes his head, I sigh and hug him "mm Dad, you're gonna get sick" he mumbles into my chest. I scoff and put my hand to his forehead "shit, you're burning up. Dec can you call Patrick?" The ginger-blond boy nods and dials his fathers number.

         He leaves the room to talk to Patrick and I rub Bronx's back as he cries into my chest. "It hurts, it hurts so much Dad!" He sobs, I feel so bad, my boy is in pain and I can't do anything. "What hurts B?" He holds onto my tighter and hiccups "m-my body, my h-head."

            Declan comes back in "he's on his way, but he said it might take a while." I take the damp towel from Declan and place it on Bronx's forehead, he lays back down and groans. "I'm so sorry baby" I tell him and run my hands through his hair, he rolls over again and groans.

—

"Fuck, his temperature is 113º" Patrick tells me after checking his temperature, I sigh and lay down next to Bronx. He lays his head on my chest, groaning cause of the movement. "There's not much I can do Pete, just let him rest and I'll get him some medicine" Patrick kisses Bronx's forehead then gives me a chaste kiss on the lips before he leaves the room.

       Bronx falls asleep with his head on my chest, his face his red and his hair is tangled. Poor kid. Sighing as I stand up and putting a pillow under his head to replace my spot, I leave the room to talk to my boyfriend.

       "Patrick, why'd you leave?" I ask him after I spot him sitting at the table with a shot glass in his hand and a bottle of whiskey on the table. His glasses are on the top of his head and his button up has a stain down the front, he looks at me and sighs "I'm not ready Pete, a baby is a fuck ton of work and to be frank, we are both a bit to old too raise another kid."

       I sit down next to him and grab the bottle, Patrick grabs it back and screws the top on "no drinking" he mumbles. He stares at me and I frown "'Trick, I know you don't want this baby, I understand that but I want it. No matter what you say I'm gonna keep 'em" I tell him. He nods, understanding that he can't change my decision. "It's your body Pete, I'm just telling you how I feel, but if you want this baby then I support your choice."

       I smile, he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles "I love you." I blush "love you too."