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Chapter 40- I wanna scream 'I love you' at the top of my lungs

~Pete~
When Patrick walked over to me and hugged me, I groaned.

“Ow, that hurt.” I winced.

Patrick immediately stepped back. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Ugh, I'm so stupid.”

“Pat, it's okay, just hug me from the other side.”

He walked to the other side of my bed and bent over for a hug. He smelled good, and he was warm.

“Patrick, you're so warm.” I kissed his right temple.

“You're so cold.” He said, shivering a little.

I laughed lightly. “I'm sorry. When you lose blood, you tend to get a little chilly.”

He brushed a piece of hair away from my face after releasing me from the hug. He was still leaning over me.

“I understand.” He paused, sadness filling his eyes. “I almost lost you.” He said in a whisper.

He touched my face, cupping my cheek with his hand. He bent down and kissed me softy on the lips. I grabbed the back of his head gently, letting our kiss get deeper. It was unlike any other kiss we've had. Most of ours had heat and passion. This one had tenderness and kindness.

When I tried to enter my tongue into his mouth, he pulled away.

“I don't think that we should be doing this in a hospital. Besides, someone is dying to give you a hug.”

He lifted Madison off of the floor, placing her on my chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly.

“Daddy, I'm so glad you're alive!” She said, kissing my lips.

I ruffled her hair. “Me too. If I wasn't, I'd be sad that I'd never get to see you anymore.”

Patrick lifted her off of my chest and placed her on the floor.

I groaned. “Ugh, when do I get to go home? I'm already tired of this place.”

“Well, the doctor said in a few days.”

I layed my head back against the pillow. “No...” I groaned. “I want to go home now!”

“Baby, it's only for a couple of days and I'll stay right by your side the whole time.”

“You don't have to stay if you don't want to.” I said, hoping that he would stay anyway.

He kissed my cheek. “I'm not leaving.”

I sighed, making sure that he didn't know it was out of relief. “Okay, if you really want to.”

“Trust me, I want to.”

So, that's what he did. I stayed at the hospital for three torturous days and Patrick faithfully stayed by my side.

After I got home, I was ready for something to eat.

“Patrick, could you make me something to eat? I'm ready for real food.” I said, sitting down on the couch slowly.

He set my bag down that I had at the hospital. “Sure, what do you want?”

I thought about the endless possibilities of food. “How about you order a pizza?”

“Sure thing.” He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

As he was ordering, Natasha came downstairs in her pajamas.

“Pete!” She yelled excitedly.

She ran over and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back, laughing at her excitement.

“I haven't been gone that long.”

She kissed my cheek. “Long enough.”

She looked over at Patrick. “What is he doing?”

“Ordering pizza.”

“I hope he's ordering two. I'm starving!” She grinned.

“Patrick, make sure to order two.”

He nodded and made another order for a large pizza.

When he got off the phone, he sat down next to me, taking my hand.

“It's so good be home.” He sighed.

I stretched, trying to be careful of my stitches. “Yeah, no kidding. It's awful having to spend most of your time in bed.”

He chuckled. “That's especially hard for you. You can never sit still.”

“What can I say?” I shrugged. “I like being active.”

“Well, you can't be too active. The doctor told me to keep an eye on you.”

I snorted. “Like I can't take care of myself.”

“Well, it's not that you can't take care of yourself. It's the fact that you like to take risks. Some of them not ending well.”

I took my hand away from his. “Whatever dude.”

He sighed. “Don't tell me you're mad at me already.”

“No, your hand was making mine sweaty.” I lied.

Patrick self consciously wiped his hand on his jeans. “Oh, sorry.”

I turned my attention towards Natasha so he couldn't see my burning face.

“So, where's Madison?”

She smiled. “She's upstairs in her room playing. She does well playing by herself.”

“Well, bring her down here and tell her that her dads are home.”

She got up and went up the stairs quickly. A minute later, she came back, Madison trailing behind her.

Madison ran towards the couch, getting in between me and Patrick. She hugged me first.

“Dad! You're home!” She said into my chest. I kissed the top of her head.

“Since when do you call me dad?” I said, kinda puzzled.

She shrugged. “It makes it easier for people to tell you apart. You're dad, and he's daddy.” She said, pointing at Patrick.

She went into his lap next hugging him even tighter. “Daddy, I'm glad you're home too.”

“Me too. I missed you so much.” He said, squeezing her.

The door bell rang and I grinned. “The pizza is here.”

Patrick got up, smiling. “I'll get it.”




As a few months pass, Patrick wouldn't let me go anywhere. And it was getting annoying.

“Can't I just go for five minutes? It won't take me long.”

He shook his head. “No, man, you'll hurt yourself.”

I threw my hands up in the air. “I'm only going to the store for milk!”

“Look, don't worry about it. I'll get it. I'll be right back.” He started to head towards the door, but I stopped him.

“Getting milk isn't gonna hurt me.”

“Getting milk isn't gonna hurt you, but someone else can!” He shouted, startling me.

Silence filled the room as his chest heaved up and down.

I swallowed hard. “Patrick, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Even if I do get hurt, it won't be your fault.”

He shook his head. “It doesn't matter. I don't want you to get hurt again. I don't want you to ever be close to leaving me again.”

“You can't just keep me here forever, Trick. You know I need my space.”

He sighed. “If you promise to call me when you're on your way home, I'll let you go.”

I grinned. “Okay, great!”

I was gone longer than I expected. It felt so good to be out of the house, I didn't even think about the milk until a few hours later. Patrick had been calling me every five minutes for the past hour, but I put my phone on silent.

I made a stop at Dairy Queen and got an Oreo Blizzard. As I sat in the parking lot eating it, I glanced at my cell phone. 30 missed calls. I laughed, especially since he was calling right at that moment. I pressed ignore and put my phone back in my pocket.

With my eyes closed, I tried to imagine Patrick freaking out. I laughed at the very thought. He was always such a worrier and I was sure that I was making him a nervous wreck.

“Good.” I said aloud.

I woke up moments later, and looked at the clock. I only dozed off for five minutes, but I felt well rested for some reason. Putting the car in drive, I drove off of the Dairy Queen lot.

I didn't know where to go, but I wasn't ready to go home. Not yet. It felt too good to be free and by myself. Even though I know he meant well, Patrick was just suffocating me.


After another hour of aimless driving, I decided to buy the milk and head back home. I had 54 missed calls and I was sure Patrick was about to call the police on me (if he hadn't already).

I walked through the door, holding the jug of milk.

Cautiously, I called out, “Hey, I'm back with the milk.”

Patrick came running downstairs, tears running down his face.

He punched me in the face, and I staggered back, holding the spot where he got me.

“What the fuck, Patrick?” I shouted in agony.

“You know why I did that.” He said, seething. “You let me worry about you and you didn't even bother to fucking answer your phone!”

I sat down, still holding my face. “Trick, you've been smothering me for the past few months and I just wanted some time alone, okay?”

His facial expression softened. “I've been smothering you?”

“Yes. I feel like you're always breathing down my neck. Baby, I love you, but I gotta have my space.”

He sat down next to me. “Why didn't you say something?”

“I did.” I said in monotone.

“Yeah, I suppose you did. I guess I was just afraid of you getting hurt again.”

I snorted. “Obviously.”

Natasha came running downstairs, tears streaming her face.

“What's wrong?” Patrick asked with concern in his voice.

Her body was racked with sobs, but we got her to calm down long enough to tell us what was wrong.

“My fat jeans don't fit me anymore! I can't even fit into my biggest pair!” She sobbed.

I couldn't help but laugh. “That's all?”

She punched my arm and buried her head into Patrick's shirt. “I'm so fat!”

Patrick patted her back. “You're not fat, you're just pregnant.”

“I know that, it just sucks that I'm getting so huge!”

She rubbed her stomach, that really was starting to grow.

“Ugh, I just feel so huge!”

Patrick kissed her forehead, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“Hey, I'll go take you shopping for maternity jeans. And shirts for that matter.”

Her eye widened and I winced.

“You think I'm getting too fat for my shirts too?!”

“N-no,” He stuttered. “I was just saying, you know, when you do start to get bigger, you're gonna need them.”

She sniffled. “Okay, I understand.”

We sat in silence and I tried to think of something to say.

“Uh, so... am I going shopping with you?”
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I am so sorry you guys. Once again, lol. I've just been so lazy about the whole thing and finals week... ugh, it's still going on, but I didn't want to wait until it was over. Yeah, this wasn't a very exciting chapter... but I'm running low on ideas. Please help me out! ^__^