"Da-da" Dylan said looking up at his sleeping daddy. Pete had came up stairs late last night to see his husband holding their son asleep.

Dylan moved his little hand up to put on his daddy's face. "Da-da"

Patrick opened his eyes to see his little boy looking up at him with his green blue eyes. "Hi baby. Happy birthday" he leaned down and kissed the top of his fluffy black hair.

"Good morning you two" Pete said smiling at them. He got out of bed to get dressed. Patrick sat up with Dylan watching Pete.

"You didn't sleep did you?" Patrick knew his husband way to well. He knew he didn't from the way he was moving.

Pete stopped and looked at Patrick. "No" he said quietly.

Patrick knew Pete was still feeling guilt. He wish he didn't. "Well, me and this little guy are gonna get some breakfast"

Pete stood there and watched them walk out of the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath.

"Just don't think about it for a day Pete. Today's your sons day" Pete told himself.

He headed downstairs to see everyone sitting at the dinning room table. He went to sit next to Patrick who was watching Dylan eat while having a cup of coffee.

Pete grabbed a plate to get some pancakes. Then he sat down next to Dylan's other side.

"So what do you guys have planned today?" Kevin asked.

"I don't know. Probably going into town for awhile" Patrick told his brother.

"That sounds like fun. When you guys come back we can give the little guy his cake and presents" Megan said.

*Time Skip*

"I'm shocked not many fans are coming up to us" Patrick said as they were walking around town. They had drove a little further so they could be by the ocean.

"Maybe cause they know its our Little Sandwich's birthday" Pete said as he kissed the top of Dylan's head. "Let's go walk on the beach"

"I don't know, Pete" Patrick never was a fan of the beach, but then he saw his son looking at the water in wonderment. "I guess we can. Dylan's never got a chance to"

Pete smiled and the little family started walking on the beach. Dylan kept pointing at the water so Pete went to put his little feet in the water. He wasn't a fan.

He liked the sand though. Dylan had plopped down and would get a fistful of sand and watch it slip through his fingers. Pete was crotched down watching his son.

Patrick thought it would be a perfect picture so he pulled out his phone to capture it. He posted it on Instagram and captioned it, 'Dylan Kingston Wentz today you are one. I'm so happy to gave birth to you even though it hurt pretty bad. Me and @petewentz love you very much. Happy birthday baby'

While Patrick was doing that Pete couldn't help, but to start thinking bad things. Thinking about if he had another little baby boy or girl next to Dylan. About how much he'll love em. He looked up at Patrick, who was on his phone typing, and started thinking how he went to the doctors by himself. He wondered if he was in as much pain as he was when he gave birth to Dylan. Maybe he didn't feel it all. Was he crying? Was he sitting there in silence? He wanted to ask him all these questions so bad.

"Pete? Pete?" Patrick had notice Pete looking up at him with sadness in his eyes. "Pete?"

"Yeah" he said getting out of that sad place his mind went to.

"Are you okay?" Patrick asked him as he picked up Dylan.

"Yeah. Come on let's get home. It's getting cold" Pete got up and walked away without saying anything else to him.

Patrick followed him and was wondering why Pete would say that. It was still really hot outside. "Your dad's weird sometimes" Patrick whispered to Dylan.

They walked back to the car and Pete said he wanted to drive. Patrick let him and was just listening to the radio.

Pete was driving and was just trying to stop thinking. He glanced at Patrick and saw that he was humming to the song playing. He looked so happy. He didn't get how. He fucking lost his kid and yet he looks so happy. How can he be so fucking happy?

Pete found himself gripping the steering wheel tightly. He pulled into the drive way and just sat there taking a deep breath. Patrick got off and got Dylan off. Pete got out of the car and slapped the door closed.

"Pete?" Patrick called out to his husband. He walked fastly to catch up to him.

"Happy Birthday Dylan!" Everyone said as the door opened. Pete just hit the sign they hanged up and stormed upstairs.

"Pete?" He called out to him again. He just heard his bedroom door slam shut.

Patrick knew what was wrong right away and he handed Dylan to Andy before running to the kitchen. He went to the cabinet that they had put Pete's pills at. "Shit" he said noticing he was running low. He only had enough for five days.

He ran upstairs with the pills in his hand. He went to make sure the door was locked before knocking, but shockingly it wasn't.

"Pete?" Patrick called out since Pete wasn't in the room. He looked around trying to find him. "Fuck" he muttered.

The bedroom door opened and there was Pete. "Shit, Peter. You scared me"

"Tell me" Pete said.

"Tell you what?" Patrick asked confused.

"Tell me how...it was" Patrick sighed and walked towards him.

"Here" Patrick opened his hand to show him the pills.

"I don't want them" Pete said. He just wanted Patrick to answer all his questions.

"Peter, you need to take them"

"I don't fucking want them" Pete slapped Patrick's hand causing the pills to scatter on the floor.

"Pete"

"Tell me!" Pete said gripped Patrick's shoulders. "Tell me how you felt when it happen! Tell me how it felt! Just tell me!"

Patrick just watched him yelling at him. He didn't want to talk about it so he wasn't going to. Pete finally just hugged him and started crying hard against him. "Just tell me why you didn't tell me"

"Peter, I didn't tell you because I knew you were gonna be like this" Patrick told him hugging him.

"Like what?" Pete mumbled into his shoulder.

"I know you feel guilty about the baby and I don't want you too. I want you to be happy again"

"But, how are you so happy?" Pete asked looking at Patrick who gave him a sad smile.

"Because I accepted it. Cecilia told me when I got a check up before everything happened that there was small chance that the baby would survive. She said most of the time when a male tries to get pregnant again they have a miscarriage"

"Does that mean we can't have another baby?" Pete asked hoping that's not what Patrick was trying to tell him.

"I don't know. She said there's a low chance that we can" Pete nodded his head and kissed Patrick softly.

"At least we have our little sandwich" Pete said softly.

"Come on. You have to take your pills and then we have to make an appearance at our son's birthday party" Patrick said as he held his hand. They headed downstairs to see that everyone was outside. Pete went to the kitchen to get his pills and Patrick headed outside.

"See there's your daddy" Andy said showing Dylan Patrick who was walking outside.

"Hi baby's" Patrick said as Dylan moved so he can be in his arms. "You liking your birthday so far?" Dylan nodded his head while playing with Patrick's shirt.

"Da" Dylan said noticing Pete.

"Hey little guy" he said taking Dylan from Patrick. "I'm sorry about earlier Dylan" he started walking away from the crowed of family and friends so he can talk to his son.

"Dad has a lot of problems. Not physically but mentally. You'll know more about it when you're older" Pete sat down next to the tree with Dylan in his lap facing him. "Right now I'm trying to get my sh-stuff straight, but right now I'm gonna focus on you"

Patrick had walk towards them thinking Pete would see him, but he didn't. Just was focused on their son. "I'm gonna focus on you and your daddy. I love you so much Dylan. I'm sorry that you may not have a little brother or sister, but that means more love for you right?"

Pete just smiled and stared at his son, who was staring up at him with his eyes wide in wonderment. "I'm glad you have your daddy's eyes. Same exact one that I fell in love with so long ago. God I was a pervert back then"

"Yeah you were" Pete finally noticed Patrick leaning on the tree listening to them. "Crushing on a 15 year old when you were 19. That's some serious gross stuff"

"Hey you were crushing on me too" Pete shot back.

"Caught me red handed" Patrick said sitting down next to Pete and kissed him. "Never could resist your hotness"

"Come on you guys! Cake time!" Patricia called out to the little family. Pete stood up with Dylan in his arms and then gave Patrick a hand.

They went by the table and sat down. Patrick had put Dylan in his lap so he can see over the table. Patricia brought out the cake and Megan had the small little cupcake with a candle on it for Dylan.

"Happy birthday to you" everyone started singing. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Dylan. Happy birthday to you"
Pete smiled at his son giggling.

"Make a wish baby" Patrick whispered in Dylan's ear.

"Da-da" Dylan said hugging Patrick tightly. Pete looked at Patrick smiling. They looked at each other and blew out the candle for their son. The couple knew Dylan loved his first ever birthday.