"Pete" another light slap to my cheek. I grumble "go away" and roll over, a burning pain shoots through my spine. I feel someone sit me up and I squint, a bright light is shining directly into my face. "Fuck off" I growl and rub my eyes. "Pete you tried to od, I'm not going to fuck off" Patrick, it's Patrick.

"I'm fine" I resume my squinting then my eyes adjust to the light. "My ass, eyes open" Patrick mumbles and moves the flashlight to my left eye. "How're you feeling?" He turns the flashlight off and I shrug "normal, my back hurts though." He sighs "what the fuck were you thinking?" I bite my lip "I didn't want to overdose, I just grabbed my pills and took them. I swear Patrick, I'm not suicidal, just stressed. I lost a baby, Bronx is getting into fights and you're never home. I'm sorry" his eyes look sympathetic but he has his lips pressed into a firm line and his brows furrowed.

"I love you Pete, Bronx loves you, Dec loves you. If you want a baby then we can adopt a baby, I'll take a week off and we can go to the beach, we wanted to go anyways. We'll invite Trohman, the kids can bring a friend. I love you to fucking death, to death Pete-" kissing is a good way to interrupt your worried boyfriend. I kiss him and pull him on top of me, he grins and grabs my shirt. "I fucking saved your life Wentz, I think I deserve to get some ass" he growls while tugging at my shirt.

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"Get some dad" Bronx yells when I come downstairs limping. I blush and Patrick slips his arm around my waist. "You alright though?" Bronx asks, he has my big eyes. I nod and he smiles "cool, can Kaleb come over?" I laugh and nod "he's Travie's kid right?" Bronx nods and I smirk at my boyfriend "tell his dad to come as well."

"Whats with the smirk, Mr. Wentz?" Patrick asks while rubbing my lower back "mm nothing, I just think you'll like Travie." He sneaks his hand into my backpocket like we're teenagers and squeezes my ass. I yelp and slap his chest lightly "my ass is already damaged enough, you don't need to add to that." He pouts and rubs his (beautiful, pale, soft and not to mention bare) chest where I had slapped it. "Sowwy" I pout, he laughs kisses the hickey on my shoulder he had made.

"You guys are weird" Bronx says while looking up from his book. I wink at Bronx and wiggle my eyebrows at Patrick. They both stare at me with a look of disgust and I pout again "Bronx you eat ketchup with your mac and cheese, how am I the weird Wentz?" Patrick wrinkles his nose "thats fucking disgusting." Bronx is now the one to pout "I am half of you Pops, so you're kinda calling yourself disgusting." Patrick laughs "sure."

Patrick and I start to make dinner, it's more Patrick grinding on me while I try not to chop my finger off. Kaleb comes in through the backdoor, and him and Bronx disappear into Bronx's room. Patrick yells after them to use condoms and I slap his ass "says the guy who knocked me up." Then Travis comes in, also using the backdoor like his son.

"Petey" He kisses my cheek and literally picks me up. "Did you shrink?" He asks and kisses my cheek again. "I hate you" I grumble and he puts me back down. Patrick clears his throat and I blush "Patrick, Travis my best friend from college. Travie, Patrick my boyfriend who knocked me up in college." Patrick holds his hand up but Travie ignore his hand and picks Patrick up by his collar. "Hurt him and I'll drown you in your pool pretty boy" Travie growls, Patrick huffs and squirms out of Travie's grip. "Call me pretty boy again, I fucking dare you" Patrick growls, he looks adorable, standing on his toes and glaring at Travie. "Boys, please" I kiss Patricks cheek "calm down."

Travie rolls his eyes and ruffles my hair "nice to meet you Patrick, I am serious though." Patrick wraps his arms around my waist "as am I, call me that again and you will be hanging by your earring at the park." I sigh "please get along." Travie hugs me, lifting me off the ground a bit and Patrick kisses my cheek "we will, don't worry."

Travie is amazing, I would of asked him out if he wasn't married to a tell Mexican model, named Gabe Saporta. "How's Gabe?" I ask while handing Travie a glass of wine. Travie smiles "he's good, just got a gig in Paris so we're going there next week." I grin "romantic" and he nods. "Who's Gabe?" Patrick asks while putting dressing on the salad. "My hubby" Travis smiles and traces the ring on his finger, Patrick smiles "if he's short I feel bad for the poor boy." I laugh "Gabe's tall Pat, not as tall as Trav but taller than Dallon."

"Daad" Declan yells. Patrick groans "what" he yells back. "Bronx and Kaleb are having sex in the shower, I'm all sweaty from hockey" Declan comes into the kitchen with his hockey gear still on and puffy red cheeks. "How do you know they're having sex?" Patrick asks and throws Dec a water bottle. "Maybe Bronx's loud 'u-uh Kay, harder, f-fuck' and Kaleb's 'fuck baby's" he laughs at his impressions of the too. I laugh and Travie does too.

"Like father like son" Travie winks at me, causing me to blush, damn that man is handsome. "Tmi" Patrick coughs then heads out of the room, Dec follows him. "C'mere baby boy" Travie smiles and cups my face when I walk up to him. He kisses me softly and I grab his hoodie, I kiss back. I know it's a mistake. Patrick could come back at any second, that thought crosses my mind and I pull away. He plays with my curls as I rub my face into his hoodie. "Damn kids" Patrick mumbles as he comes back into the room.

"What are you doing?" he asks us both. "Huggin' ma boy" Travie answers and kisses my forehead. "Is he alright" Patrick whispers and places his hand on my back. "Dunno, doesn't seem that well. Somethin' happen 'tween you two?" Travie rubs kisses the top of my head and I whimper softly, they are both now hugging me, Patrick's arms around my waist and Travie's around my shoulders. "Not between us, he took a few too many of his meds yesterday. He slept for a while but he's okay physically" Patrick rubs my stomach making me shiver. "You's okay?" Travis asks. I nod and just let them both worry.