"P-Papa?" Pete heard Declan ask from outside of his office. Pete sighed and looked around at his mess of an office, papers were scattered on the floor and there we crushed plastic bottles in a corner. A pencil was sticking out of the wall where Pete had jabbed it in when Patrick first left the house.
"P-Pete?" Declan's voice came came again, more desperate and his pitch was higher. Pete fell out of his chair then picked himself up, he walked over to the door and unlocked it. When the door swung open Declan was standing there with tears in his eyes. Pete rubbed his eyes and yawned "what's up Dec?" Declan shifted from one foot to another "Dad was s-supposed to take me to group th-therapy but h-he isn't here a-and I d-don't know where he went... I th-think he left me l-like mama.." Declan started to cry before he could even finish. Pete hugged the brown haired boy "I'll take you Dec, don't worry. Also Rick didn't leave us, we just had a disagreement and he's taking a break from me 'nd him for a day or two." Declan started to hiccup and clutched Petes arm tightly "I-I don't want h-him to leave." Pete sighed and rubbed his step-sons back "I'll make sure he gets back as soon as possible."

Pete and Declan had just left their house when Pete's phone started to ring. "Dec, who is it?" Pete asked while handing his phone to Declan. "It say's P-Patrica" He stutters, Pete frowns and his eyebrows knit together. "Accept her and put her on speaker." Declan puts Patrica on speaker and accepts her call.
"Peter, why did my son show up sobbing on my doorstep two minutes ago?" Patrica screams through the phone. Pete sighs and taps his fingers on the steering wheel "Pat, calm down Dec is in the car and we are on our way to his group therapy." Then Pete heard Patrick starting to sob in the background. "Pete, you posted a god damn picture of him, in his boxers?! Why are you so stupid? He doesn't want pictures off his body, that he hates in case you have forgotten, all over the internet. Jesus Christ, Pete he keeps rambling about divorce! That's how bad you hurt him? Why? I am so unbelievably pissed at you!" Patrica stopped her rant and sighed "I'm driving him back to LA, you two better get your shit together this weekend. I'll take the kids and you two can do whatever it takes to get your relationship back in piece...also Patrick wants to talk to Dec." There was a quick pause and then Patrick was on the phone. "Hey Declan.."
"H-hi Dad..."
"What's up?"
"Y-you f-forgot that I had g-group therapy and Papa isn't d-doing to well."
Patrick sighed "I'm sorry bud.... I'll make it up to you. Why is P-Peter doing to well?"
Declan sniffled and looked at Pete "I-I think he misses you he s-spent all n-night in his office and h-he looks r-really sad and t-tired."
Pete sighs to himself as he stops at a red light.
"Peter, I love you a lot a-and I-I'm probably overreacting with al that divorce shit c-cause I-I love you and your big heart and beautiful smile that l-lights up my world.... I love you so damn much, I couldn't even imagine where I would be w-without you, I-I would...."
"Probably be dead" Pete finishes for his husband.
Patrick cries and hands his phone to his mom.
"We will be there in 2 hours" Patrica says before hanging up.
Pete sighs and pulls up at the place where Declan had group therapy. "Well, we will be seeing 'Trick again soon" Pete assured Declan as they both exited the car and entered the building.

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"We are going to go around in the circle and introduce ourselves and say why we are here.... I'm Willow Theodore the Third, yeah I know very strange name but I used to come to group therapy for my Panic disorder but now I have gotten a bunch better and now I'm one of the group leaders." Willow smiled at the kids and fumbled with her bandana. The nest four kids introduced themselves and then it was Declan's turn. He was nervous but Pete was sitting on a plastic chair next to him because he didn't want to sit alone.
"I-i'm D-Declan S-Stump-Wentz.. I-I am h-here c-cause I s-stutter a lot and I-I h-have m-mild PSTD f-from w-when I g-got into a car c-crash w-with my m-mom.." he attempted to smile but then hid his face. "You're a strong kid Declan.... Is that your dad?" She looked at Pete. Declan nodded "S-step D-dad... P-Pete, my o-other D-Dads n-name i-is Patrick. He i-is r-really s-strong a-and a-amazing...." He trailed off again and gave Pete a genuine smile.
Willow smiled "Pete, why don't you introduce yourself?" Pete shrugged and ran his hands through his silver-blue hair. "My name is Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz-Stump the Third, I'm here cause Dec wanted me here and I'm bipolar and have mild anxiety." Pete smiled and ruffled Declan's hair.
They went through all the kids and then started an activity where everyone would get to partner up and they would have to find something that they shared in interests. Declan was paired up with a  fifteen year old boy named Alex who had a lip and septum piercing. Pete just sat back and watched, occasionally he checked his twitter or sent Patrick heart emojis or sad faces.

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"So, Dec how was it?" Pete asked while they were half way home. Declan smiled a bit and tapped his fingers on the dashboard "it w-was fun, A-Alex is s-super c-cool, he's an a-artist and h-he plays b-bass.... he loves n-nirvana too and l-likes to s-smoke w-weed." Pete chuckled "didn't know you liked the bad boys Dec." Declan blushed ruby red and whines "stoppp." Pete laughs and turns on the radio. "....Up next we have a giant hit from 2005 by a band called Fall Out Boy, it's Sugar We're Going Down!" Pete quickly changed the station as the the song started. Declan whined and changed the station back "it's a g-good song" he whined, stretching out the the o and the n. Pete shakes his head and continues to drive "I hate hearing my songs  on the radio, I mean don't get me wrong I love Rick's voice and he could sing Justin Bieber and I would still listen to it but I can't stand my own lyrics. So whiney and pathetic." Pete sighs and pulls into threat drive way, next to Patrica's car then he spots Joe's car and Bronx's car was jus sitting in the middle of the front pavement with the doors wide open.
Pete and Declan hurried into the house, Pete had tears running down his face and he was beyond nervous to see his husband. Declan and Pete walked into the kitchen where Patrick was sitting on the marble island, swinging his legs with his brother next to him. Patrica was talking with Marty, Joe was braiding Ruby's hair while Bronx chatted with her. Saint was cutting up fruit with Meagan (Patrick's sister) and his mother, Meagan.
"Stumph f-family r-reunion!" Declan giggled while running to his grandma, who picked him up and hugged him tightly "there's my grandson!" Kevin shook his head at his mother's baby voice and punched Patrick in the gut "your ugly husband is here." Pete scoffed and flipped Kevin off "I know you hate me Kevin but just to assure you I share your hatred for myself." Patrick frowns and pushes Kevin off of the island. Pete walks over to the blond man, placing his hands on Patrick's shoulders and collides their lips together. Patrick gasps and pulls away "stop, I'm mad at you!" Pete presses the top of his head into Patrick's chest "I loveeee youuuuu" Pete giggles and holds back his tears. Patrick lifts Pete's head up and brushes some lose strands of hair out of his face "I love you too."

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"Why is your whole family here?" Pete almost whispers into Patrick's chest as he lays on top of the latter by their pool. Patrick's fingers run over Pete's tail bone and circle the messy back tattoo "Meg 'nd Kev were already at Ma's, I told Mom what happened a-and they wanted to come and see the kids." Patrick sighs and tangles his fingers into Petes hair. Pete nods his head a bit and presses his face into Patrick's bare and cleanly shaved chest. Patrick chuckles "you love me so much it's almost funny."  Pete smiles and presses a kiss to his husbands pale chest "I love you more than anything in the world, 'xcept for maybe our kids 'nd my mom... I love my mama a lot" Pete slurs his words a bit, which Patrick finds adorable.
Then five kids jump into pool, Pete turns his head a bit and groans., Patrick laughs and pushes his sunglasses up "don't get us wet or I'll ground you guys for a month." Ruby has a water gun in her hands and sprays it at her Dad who yelps and hides behind Marty. Pete chuckles and nuzzles Patrick's chest. Kevin jumps into the pool and almost lands on Declan, Patrick glares at his brother "touch my fucking kid and I will go Dexter on you." Bronx cheers at the mention of his favorite show and Saint smacks him on the back of the head with pool noodle. "Don't hurt your brother Saint!" Pete groans and digs his fingers into Patricks sides. Patrick attempts to sit up but Pete groans for the hundredth time today, Patrick helps Pete sit up and picks the lighter man up. Pete starts to freak out and wraps his legs around Patricks waist and clings onto him for his life. Patrick chuckles and steps closer to the poll. "Patrick I swear to Jesus and all his followers that your blood will be used to paint our walls!" Patrick throws Pete into the pool.
Pete's scream is probably heard through out all of California.
Patrick chuckles at his husbands reaction and grabs a towel, waiting for Pete to break the waters surface. Which he does a few moments later, gasping for air and screaming more curse words than a thirteen year old who has an internet connection. Pete climbs out of the pool and grabs the towel from his smirking husband. "I hate you so much" He mumbles while wrapping his shivering torso with the towel. Patrick kisses Pete forehead and ruffles his hair "that was my revenge for you posting the picture." Pete grumbles something inaudible into Patricks chest and shakes his head, letting the water fling onto Patrick. Declan splashes the couple standing by the edge of the pool. "D-dad, I m-meet this c-cool d-dude at group t-therapy and h-he gave me h-his number" Declan stutters and smiles a bit. Patrick plops down on the side of the pool, he sticks his feet into the luke warm water and smiles at his son. "Really? Tell me about this 'cool dude,' what's his name? How old is he?" Declan blushes at the many questions from Patrick. "H-his name is A-Alex and h-he's fifteen, he l-loves N-Nirvana just l-like me... He c-called me p-pretty, Dad, h-he said I w-wasn't messed up i-in the head." Declan is beaming and so is Patrick, his son has his first crush since the car accident and it makes him overjoyed to see him so happy. "I can't wait to meet this Alex" Patrick smiles and ruffles Declan's wet hair.

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"Baby?" Pete whispers, its four twenty-nine am, he should be sleeping but he can't. "Mhm?" Patrick hums and props himself up on his elbows. Pete has his wedding ring in the palm of his hand, he stares at it then at Patrick "would you actually, l-like, divorce me?" Patrick wraps his arms around the fragile man as he starts to sob. "Baby boy, I could never ever divorce you, I would rather cut my dick off and put it in a paper shredder. I love you, don't ever doubt my love for you even when I'm angry and screaming at you. Pete you are my husband and I would never change that." Pete nods and slips his wedding ring back onto his ring finger. Patrick hums a familiar tune and Pete slowly drifts off into a dreamless sleep and PAtrick follows soon after.

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too many time skips but who cares and also the stumph family is cute