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The carpal tunnel of love
What did they do about the magazine?! How will they deal now that their secret is out?! Find out in this chapter!
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Chapter 17- The carpal tunnel of love
~Patrick~
I looked at the magazine in Pete's hand. I tried to keep as calm as possible, but it was really hard not to freak out.
“Pete, just casually put the magazine back now.”
“No, I want to read it.”
I shook my head. “No, please, put it back. We aren't buying it and you're not stealing it either.”
He pouted. “Fine.”
When he came back, I made sure to check his pockets for the magazine. Surprisingly, his pockets were empty.
We checked out and walked out the door. I tried to calm myself down by saying that no one buys those magazines anymore.
Just my luck, I saw two girls and a guy holding up that magazine saying, 'Oh my God, I can't believe they're gay.'
I tried to walk past them quickly, but I stopped in my tracks when someone said, “Fag.”
Pete and I turned around and saw that it was the guy in the group that said that. Pete got closer to his face. “What did you just say?”
“I just called you two fags. Because you are one, fag.”
Pete clenched his fists. “Think fast.”
The guy looked confused. “What?”
Pete punched him in the face and knocked him to the ground. He squatted and got close to his face. “I punch pretty hard for a fag, huh?”
The girls, one blonde, one brunette, stood there not sure of whether to feel sorry for their friend or cheer for Pete. They chose the second option. “Wow, Pete, you showed him!”
The brunette one gazed into Pete's eyes. “Yeah, you're so strong. So are you and Patrick really gay?”
I swallowed hard. “Uh, only for each other.”
They giggled. “So you two are dating?”
Pete smiled. “Yeah, we're actually engaged.”
That confused me. “What are you talking about?”
Pete took my hand and got down on one knee. “I was gonna save this for a place more romantic, but I can't wait any longer.”
He took out a velvet box and opened it up. Inside was a silver wedding band. “Patrick, will you marry me in Canada?”
I bit my lip. “Yes, of course.”
Pete grinned and slipped the ring on my finger. He grabbed me and lifted me off my feet. I laughed and said, “Pete, put me down!”
He did what I told him to do and set me gently on the ground. “Hey, look on the inside of your ring.”
I took it off and looked on the inside. It said, 'Peterick forever'.
I kissed him, not caring that the girls were watching.
“Uh, Pete, Patrick? Can we have your autograph?”
We turned to them and said, “Sure.”
After we signed their magazines, we went home.
I ran upstairs to get Madison from her nap. She was still sleeping, but I was so excited to tell her the news that I could wait for her to wake up.
“Madison, sweetie, me and daddy want to tell you something.”
She yawned as she reached for me. I scooped her up and took her down stairs.
I sat down next to Pete and put her in my lap facing me. “Okay, me and daddy have a big surprise.”
I took Pete's hand. “We are getting married soon and the wedding will be in Canada.”
“Why?”
That question surprised me. “Why what?”
“Why Canada?”
Pete decided to explain. “Well, sweetie, two guys can't get married in America but they can in Canada.”
“Why?”
“Because it's illegal.”
“Why?”
“Because that's the law.”
“Why?”
When I saw that Pete was starting to lose his patience, I stepped in. “Madison, we have no idea why it has to be that way, but it is. The point is that we can get married in Canada.”
She had her thumb in her mouth. “Okay.”
I gave her a hug and she put her arms around my neck. I kissed her cheek and then she kissed my lips when we stopped hugging. I smiled.
“You do realize that I'm the only boy you will ever be kissing, right?”
“And me.” Pete added.
She giggled. “Daddy!”
I tickled her tummy and she started laughing more. Pete took her away from me. “Hey, quit hogging the daughter.”
He stuck out his lips and Madison kissed them. I watched the two people I loved so much interact with each other.
Pete lifted her up in the air and she giggled uncontrollably.
“Hey Madison, are you hungry?”
She nodded her head.
“Hey, Patrick, get your hot butt in the kitchen and fix us something to eat.”
I gave him a stern look, but I couldn't help but laugh. I went into the kitchen and fixed up whatever I could find.
After we ate, we went to the mall.
When we got there, I wanted to go to Gymboree for clothes for Madison. Pete groaned but I pulled on his hand and went inside. After she tried on what seemed like the whole store (she loved everything in there.) we finally got it narrowed down to half of the store.
She wanted to wear one of her outfits, so we let her and laughed when she “catwalked” around the mall. She was shaking her hips and she had on her little sunglasses. It was so cute and we finally got her to take off the heels.
“Daddy, I'm fucking fabuuulous!”
I glared at Pete. “Do you have to cuss around her when I'm not around?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry.”
After we bought twenty hats, fifteen hoodies, and ten pairs of shoes, we were finally finished.
We were sitting in the car when I heard Madison say, “I want ice cream.”
I looked back at her. “There's some in the freezer, you can have some when we get home.”
“I want ice cream now.”
“Baby, wait until we get home. You can have that ice cream.”
Then the most ungodly sound came out her mouth that made Pete swerve on the road. She screamed like someone was ripping her leg off or something.
“Shhh....Madison! Stop crying, please?”
She continued to wail until I said, “We're stopping at Dairy Queen now!”
She immediately stopped crying and smiled.
I shook my head. “Pete, go to the closest Dairy Queen.”
After we got her a vanilla ice cream cone, we finally got to go home.
But when we tried to pull up into our driveway, we couldn't because of the several paparazzi standing there taking our picture.
~Patrick~
I looked at the magazine in Pete's hand. I tried to keep as calm as possible, but it was really hard not to freak out.
“Pete, just casually put the magazine back now.”
“No, I want to read it.”
I shook my head. “No, please, put it back. We aren't buying it and you're not stealing it either.”
He pouted. “Fine.”
When he came back, I made sure to check his pockets for the magazine. Surprisingly, his pockets were empty.
We checked out and walked out the door. I tried to calm myself down by saying that no one buys those magazines anymore.
Just my luck, I saw two girls and a guy holding up that magazine saying, 'Oh my God, I can't believe they're gay.'
I tried to walk past them quickly, but I stopped in my tracks when someone said, “Fag.”
Pete and I turned around and saw that it was the guy in the group that said that. Pete got closer to his face. “What did you just say?”
“I just called you two fags. Because you are one, fag.”
Pete clenched his fists. “Think fast.”
The guy looked confused. “What?”
Pete punched him in the face and knocked him to the ground. He squatted and got close to his face. “I punch pretty hard for a fag, huh?”
The girls, one blonde, one brunette, stood there not sure of whether to feel sorry for their friend or cheer for Pete. They chose the second option. “Wow, Pete, you showed him!”
The brunette one gazed into Pete's eyes. “Yeah, you're so strong. So are you and Patrick really gay?”
I swallowed hard. “Uh, only for each other.”
They giggled. “So you two are dating?”
Pete smiled. “Yeah, we're actually engaged.”
That confused me. “What are you talking about?”
Pete took my hand and got down on one knee. “I was gonna save this for a place more romantic, but I can't wait any longer.”
He took out a velvet box and opened it up. Inside was a silver wedding band. “Patrick, will you marry me in Canada?”
I bit my lip. “Yes, of course.”
Pete grinned and slipped the ring on my finger. He grabbed me and lifted me off my feet. I laughed and said, “Pete, put me down!”
He did what I told him to do and set me gently on the ground. “Hey, look on the inside of your ring.”
I took it off and looked on the inside. It said, 'Peterick forever'.
I kissed him, not caring that the girls were watching.
“Uh, Pete, Patrick? Can we have your autograph?”
We turned to them and said, “Sure.”
After we signed their magazines, we went home.
I ran upstairs to get Madison from her nap. She was still sleeping, but I was so excited to tell her the news that I could wait for her to wake up.
“Madison, sweetie, me and daddy want to tell you something.”
She yawned as she reached for me. I scooped her up and took her down stairs.
I sat down next to Pete and put her in my lap facing me. “Okay, me and daddy have a big surprise.”
I took Pete's hand. “We are getting married soon and the wedding will be in Canada.”
“Why?”
That question surprised me. “Why what?”
“Why Canada?”
Pete decided to explain. “Well, sweetie, two guys can't get married in America but they can in Canada.”
“Why?”
“Because it's illegal.”
“Why?”
“Because that's the law.”
“Why?”
When I saw that Pete was starting to lose his patience, I stepped in. “Madison, we have no idea why it has to be that way, but it is. The point is that we can get married in Canada.”
She had her thumb in her mouth. “Okay.”
I gave her a hug and she put her arms around my neck. I kissed her cheek and then she kissed my lips when we stopped hugging. I smiled.
“You do realize that I'm the only boy you will ever be kissing, right?”
“And me.” Pete added.
She giggled. “Daddy!”
I tickled her tummy and she started laughing more. Pete took her away from me. “Hey, quit hogging the daughter.”
He stuck out his lips and Madison kissed them. I watched the two people I loved so much interact with each other.
Pete lifted her up in the air and she giggled uncontrollably.
“Hey Madison, are you hungry?”
She nodded her head.
“Hey, Patrick, get your hot butt in the kitchen and fix us something to eat.”
I gave him a stern look, but I couldn't help but laugh. I went into the kitchen and fixed up whatever I could find.
After we ate, we went to the mall.
When we got there, I wanted to go to Gymboree for clothes for Madison. Pete groaned but I pulled on his hand and went inside. After she tried on what seemed like the whole store (she loved everything in there.) we finally got it narrowed down to half of the store.
She wanted to wear one of her outfits, so we let her and laughed when she “catwalked” around the mall. She was shaking her hips and she had on her little sunglasses. It was so cute and we finally got her to take off the heels.
“Daddy, I'm fucking fabuuulous!”
I glared at Pete. “Do you have to cuss around her when I'm not around?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry.”
After we bought twenty hats, fifteen hoodies, and ten pairs of shoes, we were finally finished.
We were sitting in the car when I heard Madison say, “I want ice cream.”
I looked back at her. “There's some in the freezer, you can have some when we get home.”
“I want ice cream now.”
“Baby, wait until we get home. You can have that ice cream.”
Then the most ungodly sound came out her mouth that made Pete swerve on the road. She screamed like someone was ripping her leg off or something.
“Shhh....Madison! Stop crying, please?”
She continued to wail until I said, “We're stopping at Dairy Queen now!”
She immediately stopped crying and smiled.
I shook my head. “Pete, go to the closest Dairy Queen.”
After we got her a vanilla ice cream cone, we finally got to go home.
But when we tried to pull up into our driveway, we couldn't because of the several paparazzi standing there taking our picture.
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