A/N: I know this isn't a AB/AP title. This is just a filler chapter until they began writing the next song. Thanks for reading! Xoxo

(Pete's POV)

Ashlee decided she didn't want to leave after dropping Bronx off. So now she was sitting at the kitchen table with us. I know Patrick felt uncomfortable, though he had no reason to. One, Ashlee and I were completely over. We weren't even friends. Which is why I didn't understand, why she thought it was okay to walk in without knocking or to not immediately leave. Two, Patrick and I weren't together anymore. So, we had sex in a bathroom, big deal. We were drunk.

"They really looked like Uma Thurman and John Travolta?" She was laughing at Andy's story.

"Yes!" He laughed too. Andy was always nice to everybody. I hated it.

"I didn't know you danced." She nudged me.

"That's because I only dance with people I like." I muttered. Patrick and Joe laughed.

"I did however, know you were an asshole." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Daddy! Can I watch TV?"

"Go ahead. But not in the bedroom. Watch in the living room."

"Okay." He threw the handheld game he was playing, into my lap and took off for the living room.

"So, have you guys made the music to the song?" Ashlee asked.

"We have a general idea of how we want it to sound." Andy told her.

"But something's missing." It was the first time Patrick spoke since Ashlee came.

"Well it's catchy. It really gets suck in your head." Ashlee smiled. "She wants to dance like Uma Thurman!" She sang, standing up and spinning around the kitchen. "Bury me til I confess."

I rolled my eyes. She was such an attention whore. I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room with Bronx. He was flipping through the channels without really seeing what was on. I was about to take the remote, when someone knocked on the door. I stood up and walked over to the door to open it. Megan? What the hell was she doing here?

"MJ!" Bronx jumped from the couch, leaving the remote behind. He rushed over and hugged her. The TV blasted the Munsters theme song from it's speakers. At least my kid has good taste in TV.

"She wants to dance like Uma Thurman. Bury me til I confess." Ashlee was walking out of the kitchen singing. Her bag was in her hands. She must be leaving. "She wants to dance like Uma Thurman." I froze and let her singing sink in on top of the sound from the television. That went perfect together. She stopped singing when she saw us three at the door.

"Don't stop singing." I told her.

"What?"

I walked over to the couch and grabbed the remote. Rewinding it to the beginning of the song. "Sing Uma Thurman again."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"She wants to dance like Uma Thurman. Bury me til I confess."

"That sounds perfect."

She blushed. "Really? Thank you."

"No, not you. The song with the words." She glared at me. "I have to go tell the guys."
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The guys loved the idea. Especially Patrick. He loved Munsters. We tried it out with a few changes and it sounded great. I told Bronx that it was his doing and he was ecstatic to have, as he put it, "Wrote his very own song."

I decided to let Meagan stay. It was clear Bronx missed her. It was stupid of me to let my kid get close to her anyway. Especially knowing I didn't want to be with her for long. Now they actually liked each other. He was currently sitting beside her on the couch, feeling his little brother move around inside of her. Ashlee was on the couch across from them, watching with narrowed eyes.

I didn't tell her she could stay. Megan was an overall nice person all the guys liked her. Except Patrick of course. But that was for reasons unrelated to her as a person. She was friendly and funny. Ashlee was a bitch. The guys tolerated her. Well, except Patrick. But it was seeming like he'd rather be around her than Megan. Probably because he knew how much I didn't like Ashlee. She wasn't really a threat.

"I'm going to play with him when he comes out." Bronx was telling Megan.

"But you're going to have to be really gentle with him." She smiled.

"I know. Daddy told me." He scratched his blonde hair. "And daddy said we're going to see the fireworks at the park. Are you coming?"

She glanced over his head at me and I shook my head no. I didn't need them getting any more attached. She smiled her understanding.

"I actually can't go. But you can take lots of pictures and make daddy put them online and I'll see them."

I walked a way from the living room area. I didn't hear Bronx's response. Andy and Joe were still discussing the song. Patrick was sitting with his second cup of black coffee in front of him. Just gazing into space. I was lucky. No matter how drunk I got, I rarely would get a hangover. Patrick on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. But he was dealing with it pretty well.

"Look who it is." Joe laughed when I walked in. "The man of the hour."

"You do realized that you have had sex with three- fifths of the adults in the house, right?" Andy asked.

"Fuck you." Patrick threw something at him but Andy dodged it.

I chose to ignore that comment. "I didn't know Bronx was getting dropped off today. And I have no idea why Megan in here."

"Sure you don't." Patrick finished off his coffee.

"Do you have something you want to say to me?" I frowned.

"Actually yes." I raised my eyebrows, waiting. "Can we talk in the room?"

"Okay."

Joe and Andy glanced at each other. I turned and walked to the bedroom. I could hear Patrick shuffling behind me. He shut the door behind him. He must have something really important to say. He was probably going to try and hit me. I squared my shoulders and waited.

"I'm sorry."

"What?!" That was the opposite of what I was expecting.

"I'm sorry. For lying about Elisa. And treating you like shit because of Megan. And being a hypocrite. And snapping at you. And.. Everything." He looked down.

"Why?" I frowned. This was a set up. He was plotting something.

"Because I- you make me happy."

"Really?" I didn't trust him. Not one bit.

"And I love you."

"You were mad at me yesterday."

"And last night."

"You're not mad anymore because I blew and fucked you in the bathroom?" This wasn't making any sense. It was impossible to go from being fighting angry to completely apologetic.

"No." He laughed and stepped closer. I took a step back. "Pete I'm not trying to hurt you." He stepped closer and I stayed in place. I let him wrap his arms around my torso and lay his head on me. But I didn't hug back. Not yet. Something wasn't right. He smiled up at me. "I love you, Pete. And I'm sorry."

Love could do that? If love could make all your anger disappear just because you loved someone, then I wasn't in love. What Patrick didn't seem to understand was that he didn't even have a reason to be mad at me. We'd gotten past the reasons he was mad at me. We were good until his wife showed up. Now I was mad. And I wasn't over it. So maybe I didn't love Patrick now.
In the past, when we'd first met, I couldn't stay mad at him for longer than an hour. That was during the Evening out with your girlfriend and Take this to your grave stages. We were perfect. But then we began seeing other people and still trying to see each other. I think that's where the love died. For me anyways. Or maybe it was when I left my terrible wife to make him happy. But then, when we were separated for only a few months, he married someone else. Yeah, I think that was it. And during Save Rock and Roll, we just missed each other. That wasn't love either. It was lust and infatuation. We were seeing if we were still sexually compatible, and we were. He was and will always be my best friend. But maybe not my soulmate.

"I'm sorry I punched you." That was true. He still had a bruise on his chin. But that was all I was sorry for. I hugged him back, leaning down to kiss the bruised spot.

He sighed into my hug. "I love you, Pete." He said again. I tried not to tense. I just hugged him tighter. Oh, Patrick, you don't love me. You don't lie and hurt the ones you love. And even if he did love me, if it wasn't a strong enough love for him to leave his wife, it wasn't food enough for me.

"We're going to be okay." I mumbled into his hair. I'm sorry I can't love you, Pat.
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(Patrick's POV)

Joe, Andy, Megan and Ashlee left the house together to get dinner for the bunch of us. Joe was only staying because Marie and his daughter weren't in town. Andy was staying around because Joe was. Megan stayed because pete couldn't tell her to leave while she was pregnant with his son. Ashlee stayed because Pete couldn't tell her to leave either. Now Pete, Bronx and I were all sitting on the couch. Bronx sitting between us.

"Do you love my daddy, uncle Patrick?" He suddenly asked. Both Pete and I stared down at him.

"Why would you ask that?" Pete took the game from his hands, and sat him on his lap.

Bronx shrugged. "Mommy says you can't get back together with her because you're in love with uncle Patrick."

"Do you want mommy and I to get back together?" Pete asked him and my heart stopped. Would Pete remarry Ashlee just to make his son happy? I knew he'd do anything for his kid.

Bronx shrugged again. "I don't know. I like mommy's new boyfriend. And I like MJ." I could have cried. But then Bronx turned and beamed at me. "And I love uncle Patrick."

"Who do you like more?" I said before I could stop myself. Pete glared at me. "I-uh, never mind. I love you too, kid." I ruffled his hair.

"I think I'm going to have to have a talk with your mommy." Pete sat him back down on the couch. "Your mother and I are both happy apart, okay?"

"Okay, dad." He itched his head. "I'm hungry."

"They should be back any minute." A kid's mind was amazing. How they could just let go of things so easily. I wish I could do that.

"I think I'm going to get a quick shower." Pete told us. "Keep an eye on the kid for me, will ya?"

"Of course." I nodded.

"I was talking to, Bronx." Pete stood up.

Bronx laughed and I feigned anger. "Hey!"

"Will do, dad."

"Thanks, kid." Pete walked towards the bedroom.

"Oh, and daddy?" Bronx said, lifting up his game and turning it on to play it.

"Yeah, Bronx?" Pete Paused at his door.

"You can be in love with Uncle Patrick if you want." He stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth as he put all his concentration into the game. "I don't care."