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Chapter 44- I'm in love with my own sins

~Pete~
Natasha stayed at the hospital over night before she came home the next morning. With both of the babies wrapped in soft blankets, we picked them up from the hospital and took them back to the house.

Patrick and I spent the whole night preparing the extra room for the babies. Stocking up on diapers, making sure that the baby monitors had batteries, ect. We stayed up later than planned, but at least we knew that we were prepared.

We stepped into the house, me holding Brendon and Patrick holding Sophie. Natasha set down her bags and sat down on the couch, looking tired. In the rear view mirror in the car, I could see her nodding off the whole way home.

“Are you tired, Natasha?” I asked.

She nodded, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Yeah, but I really want to spend some time with the babies.”

Patrick shooed her away with his hand. “Go take a long nap. You deserve it.”

“Do you think you can handle them while I'm sleeping?” Her eyes had what I called the 'worried mom look'.

I snorted. “It's not like we haven't babysat before.” I said, pointing at Madison. “Now, go to bed!”

She turned around slowly, looking at us over her shoulder. “Okay, if you think you guys can handle it. If you need me, come wake me up...” She trailed off, walking up the stairs.

Madison soon left, going up to her room to play, I assumed.

I turned my attention to Patrick, admiring the fact that he was so comfortable with the baby in his arms. And the way he looked at her with such love and compassion, I just couldn't help but stare. When Sophie smiled up at him, he smiled back, his face almost glowing. A small smile appeared on my face when he kissed her gingerly on the forehead.

His head turned, and his smile widened when he saw me staring.

“What?” He questioned, his voice light and laced with laughter. His eyes shined in a way that I rarely ever saw.

I blushed. “Nothing, I was just admiring how comfortable you are with Sophie.”

He looked down at her, then focused back on me. “Yeah, I guess you can say that I've gotten the hang of this dad thing.”

I looked at the child that was in my own arms and his eyes were wide and bright, just like his sister's. It'll be hard to tell them apart for the first few months just by looking at their faces. The only way I'll be able to check is... well, you know.

A question popped into my head. “Patrick, do you think I'm a good dad?”

His gaze lifted from Sophie again and back to me. He studied me, looking like he was thinking about it.

“Well?” I asked, getting nervous.

He held up his hand. “Just give me a minute, I'm thinking.”

His brow furrowed as he continued to think, but a wide grin crept onto his face, revealing that he was messing with me.

I pushed him, letting out the breath that I was holding. “Patrick, don't scare me like that!”

“I'm sorry.” He said, laughing. “But seriously, you are a wonderful dad. And I'm sure Madison thinks so too and so will Brendon and Sophie when they get older.”

I looked down at Brendon, then made a goofy face, making him giggle.

“See, you made him laugh.”

Grinning, I looked back up at Patrick. “Yeah, I guess I'm a pretty good dad.”

Later that day, Patrick and I went to bed, tired from playing with the kids all day. I removed my shirt after shutting the door, and threw it on the floor. My pants followed.

Patrick did the same, but actually threw them in the hamper that I often forgot to use.

We crawled into bed, turning off the lamp that was sitting on the nightstand. I snuggled behind Patrick, wrapping my arms around his body. Suddenly, I wasn't sleepy. In fact, I was far from it. I started placing kisses on his neck, sucking along the line of his jaw.

“Pete, what are you doing?” He murmured. I pressed myself harder against his body, rubbing my growing erection on the back of his leg.

In between kisses, I said, “You know, we haven't done it in a while. I think it's time.”

He groaned when I nipped his ear with my canine teeth. “Pete, no, not tonight. We just got the babies home and what if they need something?”

“Natasha can get it.” I whispered in his ear, placing soft kisses behind it.

He unsuccessfully tried to shrug me off of him. “You know that's not fair to her. She needs her sleep.”

“She took a nap today.” I slipped my hands in his boxers, pleased when I squeezed the growing erection I knew he had.

Though I knew he really didn't want to, he pushed away from me. Hard.

“Pete, obviously, you know that if it were any other time, I'd be all for it. But not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight.”

I turned away from him, pouting like a child who's mom wouldn't let him have a cookie before dinner. I felt his arms wrap around me and he kissed me on the cheek.

“I'm sorry Pete. Besides, I'm really tired.” He said, yawning.

Proving that yawning really was contagious, I yawned too, sleep forming in my eyes. I heard soft snores come from behind me shortly before I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of a baby crying. I looked at the clock, which in bright green numbers, read 2:00 A.M.

I groaned. Why do babies have to wake up at such ungodly hours? I thought.

Not wanting to wake up Patrick, I slipped out of his arms and padded down the hallway to the baby's room. Inside, Ryan was standing by the crib, Sophie in his arms. She was no longer crying, her eyes drooping shut.

“Hi, Pete, I didn't want you guys to wake up, so I decided to take care of it.” He said, flashing me a grin.

I truly was surprised at his kindness. “Thanks, Ryan, that was really nice of you.” I muttered.

“Oh, it's no problem at all.” He said, putting the now sleeping child back into the crib. He walked over to me, putting his hand on my cheek. “It's the least I can do. I wasn't much help with Madison, so I decided to help out with these little ones.”

I put my hand over his affectionately. He had really changed. And for the better.

“Thank you, Ryan, that would be great.” I smiled at him, which was the first time I'd ever had in a few years.

“Of course,” He chuckled, a smirk on his face. “There is one small favor I ask of you.”

My face fell. I should have known that he was up to something. “What is it?”

“Remember how I gave you that blow job in the shower the other day? That I must say, was one of the best ones I've ever given.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Yeah.... what about it?”

“I was thinking, since it was so good, I think that I should get something in return.” His grin widened, a almost wicked look to it.

“But I thought you said it was a birthday gift.”


He laughed, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, I remember. But I could just give you a hoodie or something for your birthday. What I gave you the other day,” He moved his hand to my bare chest. “now that was worth more than just a birthday present. You really need to return the favor.”

“And if I don't?”

He grinned, and I automatically knew that he had something up his sleeve. “Then I will tell him about our little time in the shower and about how much you enjoyed it.”

I struggled to think of something to say. I knew I was defeated.

“Don't you have a boyfriend?”

“Who, Brendon?” He asked, still rubbing his hand along my chest. I nodded.

“Well, of course. I love him to death, really I do, but for some reason, I just can't stay away from you, Pete. There's just something about you that drives me wild.” He leaned forward and licked along my collarbone, making me shiver.

“Why can't you just leave me alone?” I whispered as he backed me up against the wall.

He placed hungry kisses on my neck, biting softly. “Because my dear,” He chuckled. “I'm addicted to you.”

Then he launched for my lips, making them swollen and pink. My mind was telling me all sorts of things.

Don't let him take advantage of you. For once, think with your mind, not with your dick. You're stronger than him, Pete. Don't you love Patrick?

But my body was saying a whole entirely different thing. It wanted Ryan. In fact, it almost positively needed Ryan. And unfortunately, my body was stronger than my mind.

His lips attached to my neck and I quit fighting. He worked his way down to my shoulder and bit down hard. I winced and came close to yelling out. But I then I remembered that I was in the babies' room.

“Ryan,” I panted. “We can't do it in here. The babies will hear us.”

He nodded slightly and pushed me towards the door, me walking backwards. He helped me down the stairs, lips still on my neck.

I then pushed him on the couch, feeling need of control. I made bite marks all over his shoulders and neck, a mixture of pain and pleasure on his face. My tongue ran over the blood that came from one of the wounds, making him wince.

My hands slid down his bare chest, reaching inside his pants.


I squeezed his cock in my hand, it still a little soft.
After I removed his boxers, I started pumping him until he became hard. I settled myself between his legs before I put my mouth over his length, taking in as much as I could. Putting my hand at the base, I continued to pump as I moved my mouth over his cock.

It didn't take long before he started to leak with precum, and moved my tongue to catch the sweet seed. I pulled my mouth off of him, getting ready to put myself in his entrance. I figured that if I was gonna cheat, I was gonna cheat big.

He stopped me, putting his hand on my chest. “I think I want to be the one on top this time.” He said seductively and we switched positions. He was in front of me, resting between my legs. Then he reached down for his jeans on the floor, pulling out a small tube. I soon felt two cool, slick fingers slide into my entrance, making me suck in my breath.

“Mmmm, Pete, you feel great. Nice and tight. I guess it has been a while since I've heard noises coming from your bedroom.” He said, winking.

He curled his fingers and a jerked forward, trying to get them deeper inside of me. He chuckled as he pulled them in and out slowly, pinning down my hips as he did it. I closed my eyes as he quickened his pace, adding three fingers in the process.

Shortly afterwards, he stopped. But before I had a chance to protest, I felt something much larger and much hotter than before push into me. I opened my eyes to see Ryan on top of me, pulling out and pushing back in slowly, trying to help me adjust to his size. At first it was painful, but soon was mixed with pleasure.

After my walls tightened around him, he started to move faster, his breathing becoming more shallow. I raised my hips from the couch and met his thrusts, wanting him deeper inside of me.

“Pete, God, you're so tight. I love it.” He panted into my ear.

I grabbed onto his hips, trying to force him further inside. “Ryan, deeper, harder, faster!” I moaned, knowing that I couldn't make a proper sentence.

He grinned and he thrusted harder and faster, sweat dripping down his body and onto my chest.

“Mmmm, fuck, Pete.” He moaned, biting down on my shoulder, trying to keep himself quiet. I buried my head in his shoulder to keep from screaming.

I lifted my head to kiss Ryan feverishly, our tongues swirling in different patterns inside our mouths.

He grabbed my cock, which was close to cuming, and pumped it in sync to his thrusts. Ryan cried out into my shoulder as his orgasm washed over him and then focused on pumping me. It didn't take long before I cried out too, my cum exploding all over his hand and my chest.

He still lied on top of me, catching his breath. I ran my fingers through his short brown hair, kissing his forehead. As much as I hated to admit it, I did miss Ryan. He wasn't this, well, evil when I was dating him. Far from it actually.


I thought back to past memories of him. We shared a lot of music interests, so we often lied on each other's beds, listening to our iPods. I remembered how sweet he always was to me, and how wonderful and supportive he was.

Then I had to mess it up.

It was one night, just one mistake. I was just so drunk, and she was there.... to this day, I still regret it. And it's funny that I got so angry with him when he got back at me by sleeping with Brendon. Now every time I thought about it, I realized that it was what I deserved.

I loved him. I truly thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with him.

But I messed up. Big time.

I shook the thoughts from my head, trying to fill it with thoughts of Patrick. Now, he was one of the best things to ever happen to me. He's not only my boyfriend, but he's my best friend. After Ryan, he was there. After all of my other break-ups, he was there. And now he's my boyfriend.

He's so caring. And he is like the only person in the world that understands me. He always puts my best interests before mine. What more can I guy want?

I didn't know why I was so hung up on Ryan. He's in the past, old news, really. Then how come every time I thought about him, my heart ached?

I watched as he slept on my chest. I remembered watching him like that so many times. He's almost beautiful.

Though I really didn't want to wake him up (or move from that spot, for that matter), I shook him lightly, making him look up at me with chocolate brown eyes.

“Yes, Pete?”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “I uh, I think we need to go to our beds now.”

The look on his face reminded me of what he used to be before I cheated on him. I knew it was my fault for making him this way.

“Okay, Peter Panda. Could you carry me upstairs?”

I almost protested, but when I looked down at those pleading eyes, I couldn't say no. I lifted up, trying to move Ryan slowly in a position I could carry him. With him in my arms, I tip-toed up the stairs. He was virtually weightless, so I didn't struggle getting up there.

I let him down gently at the front of his door. He stood there, staring at me sleepily.

“Good night, Pete. I had fun.” He said, smiling sheepishly. That smile almost melted my heart. It was the one smile that I missed. The one he used to give me before...before I hurt him.

I cupped the back of his head before I kissed him lightly on the lips. “Yeah, me too, Ryan.”
He hugged me, almost too tightly for me to breath. “Pete, I miss you. I miss you so much. I love you and I always have.”

I hugged him back, tears forming in my eyes when I felt his tears hit my shoulder. And then I said something I thought I'd never say again.

“I love you too, Ryan. And I always will.”

He pulled himself away from me and opened the door, shutting it softly behind him. Sighing, I shuffled my way back to my room. I opened the door slowly, then quietly tip-toed my way to the bed. I got under the covers, trying my hardest not to wake up Patrick. I must've had a lot of luck, because he didn't move once.

I closed my eyes, trying to shut down my mind so I could go to sleep. I then felt Patrick wrap his arms around me. I stiffened, waiting for him to say something. But when he didn't reply, I relaxed. I snuggled down deeply into his arms, somehow getting to sleep.
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Oh, boy. I wonder how Pete's gonna deal with his feelings for Ryan. I honestly don't know right now, but I'm sure I'll figure something out. :)

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