Pete was awoken by his rather short husband who had just stripped out of his PJ's and was now standing in his baby blue boxers looking in his closet for a shirt. Pete chuckled to himself while reaching for his phone, Patrick's back was turned to him so he quickly opened his camera and snapped a picture of Patrick's paleness and godliness. He unlocked his phone opened Instagram where he clicked on the tiny camera in the bottom of the scream then selected the picture of Patrick went to next and quickly typed 'look at my husband!!! he is super beautiful!!! enjoy this shit he is probs gonna kill me!!!' Then hit post. Patrick had found a shirt and pulled it on so Pete stuck his phone under his pillow and pretend to be asleep. 
When Patrick has found a clean pair of jeans and slipped them on he snuck over to his sleeping husband and jumped on top of his baby. Pete groaned loudly while Patrick just laughed and pressed his face into Pete's back. "Peter, we have breakfast with Saint's girlfriend's Parent's" Patrick informed his husband while tracing the sloppy tattoos on his back. Pete groaned even louder and reached out behind him for Patricks hand. Patrick laughed and grabbed his husband's hand and kissed the top of it. "Come on Pete, get your fucking ass out of bed" Patrick tells his husband with a firm voice and gets off from his spot on top of Pete.

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"Saint, calm down it will be fine." Pete assures his fidgeting son while they pull up into the Patterson's drive way. Patrick is the first one to get out of the car, soon followed by Saint and Pete.
Saint was fumbling with the bead bracelet on his wrist as Patrick rung the door bell. They waited for a moment and then the door was opened by a blond woman who seemed to be in her late thirties. She smiled and stuck her hand out to Pete. "Hello, I am Cathy, Andi's step-mom." Pete smiled back and shook her hand "Pete Wentz." Saint had  already entered the house and was hugging his girlfriend.
Cathy motioned for Patrick and Pete to come in and they did. Patrick shook Cathy's hand and introduced himself "Patrick, nice to meet you" he smiled. Cathy lead they way to the dinning room where the table was covered in plates that were stacked with pancakes, scrambled eggs and other breakfast foods. "Please sit," Cathy smiled and grabbed a pitcher filled with dark brown liquid and had ice cubs swimming in it. "Coffee?" She asked to the couple which had seated themselves next to each other, they both nodded and Cathy poured them both a cup.
A tall dark skinned man entered the room, he went straight up to his wife and gave her a quick chaste kiss before he looked at his guests.
"Hey! I'm Andreas" He smiled and held out his hand to Patrick who shook it but stared at the man "um.. Oh yeah, I'm Patrick" the younger man blushed. Pete laughed at his husband and ruffled the blond mop of hair of Patricks head "I'm Pete" he introduced himself to the tall man.

They were about ten minutes into breakfast when Cathy spoke up. "Pete, what is your relationship to Patrick because I would hope you two aren't" she lowered her voice and hid her mouth "homosexual."
Patrick gasped and Pete's fork fell out of his hand. Andreas rubbed his temples "Cathy, we have talked about this, no homophobic behavior in the house." Cathy huffed and Saint bit his lip, scared Patrick was going to get angry and lash out.
"No, Andreas we have spoken about this. I do not tolerate homosexuals, it is unnatural and God does not want it." The blond women glared at her husband. "Get out" Andreas sighed at pointed at the door. Cathy huffed again while standing up and exiting.
"Excuse my wife" he apologized, giving the couple a sad smile "she's rather rude at times." Pete shrugged and squeezed Patrick's hand under the table "we are used to that kind of shit—!" Pete yelped when Patrick kicked Pete's shin "s-stuff, i meant stuff."
"S-so Andreas, what is your profession?" Patrick asked, trying to break the awkward silence. "Dad used to be a doctor in Berlin but then he meet Cathy and we moved here. Then they got married with out asking me, it wasn't fun and I miss Berlin... even though I'm technically American I still like to think as Germany as home.." Andi trailed off from her story and smiled at her father who rubbing his temples.
Patrick suddenly jumped up and hugged Andreas from behind, earning a chuckled from both his husband and Andreas himself. "U-um not that I don't enjoy hugs but whats the causing of this one?" Andreas chuckled when Patrick finally let go. Patrick blushed again and returned to his seat "you saved my life.." Andreas pursed his lips ad squinted his eyes "in Berlin? Malnutrition and a few broken ribs... 2016-ish, self harmer and in a band?" Andreas asked the younger man who nodded and gripped Pete's hand.  Andreas smiled widely "I am so glad you are better!" He exclaimed "and married now, man that is amazing I'm so happy for you" Andreas gave Patrick another warm smile.
Pete grinned and kissed his husband's cheek "I'm glad you're better too" Saint snorted "that's gay!" Pete glared at his son playfully "your mom" he shot back. Patrick slapped Pete's thigh "behave." Everyone at the table laughed.

"Well Andi, I completely approve of Saint's family they are wonderful and should come over more often." Andreas stated and Saint squealed and hugged his Andi. "Same here, me and Rick—" "Rick and I" Patrick corrected him "shut up, Rick and I are happy that our son is dating a wonderful young lady and that her family is nice and accepting." Saint beamed and kissed Andi who had to lean down bit to kiss back.

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"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the Third!" Patrick exclaimed from downstairs. Pete squealed and locked the bedroom door. Patrick banged against it "open this fucking door!" He yelled and slammed his fist against it. Pete flinched and backed away "I'm sorry 'Trick, I'll delete it" Pete yelled back while unlocking his phone. "I fucking hate you, how could you do that! You mother fucking freak! I hate you so much, and you know how much I hate my body but then you go around and post a fucking picture of it for the whole world to see!" Patrick was crying and his fist was starting to swell and would probably bruise later. Pete had deleted the picture but little did he know the picture had spread over the whole internet and millions of screenshots had been taken. Patrick kicked the door again and threw his brand new phone at the marble floor where it smashed and the glass shattered everywhere. "I'm leaving you, I'll send the fucking papers in the mail!" Patrick screamed and stormed out of the house.

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drama, drama and a happy new year. also ily guys