(2 Weeks Later)
Patrick woke up to hear crying. Not settle crying, but crying like wailing. He quickly got up and went to Dylan's room. He was in his crib crying like crazy.

"Baby's what's wrong?" Patrick said picking him up. He felt his forehead to find it burning hot. "Oh baby's" Patrick said rocking him in his arms. This was the first time Dylan ever gotten sick so Patrick somewhat didn't know what to do. He went down stairs and sat him on the couch as he ran back upstairs.

"Bronx, sweetie, wake up" Patrick said shaking the sleeping boy. "Time for school" Bronx sat up so Patrick left. He went back downstairs with the medicine for Dylan. He went to the kitchen to get a spoon and back to the couch.

He poured some of the bubblegum flavored medicine on the spoon and held it up to Dylan's mouth. "Come on. It'll help you feel better" Dylan turned his head away. "Come on. Be a good boy"

Dylan said, "no" and whacked the spoon. The liquid spilled on the floor and Patrick quickly cleaned it up.

"What's up with him?" Bronx asked coming downstairs fully dressed and his backpack on.

"He's sick and he won't take his medicine. Do you mind catching the bus today?" Patrick asked.

"Sure. Don't worry mom. I'll be careful" Bronx ran to Patrick and kissed his cheek before running out the door to catch the bus.

"Alright now. Let's try this again" Patrick said to himself as he poured more medicine.

"Alright open up" Patrick said holding the spoon out to the crying black haired boy.

"No!" Dylan yelled as he cried.

"Come on. Do it for mommy" Patrick reasoned.

"No! I want da!" He cried.

"Come on take the medicine" Patrick begged.

"No!" Dylan moved to face his back to his mom.

Patrick groaned frustrated and grabbed his phone. He dialed Pete's number and held the phone to his ear. After three rings Pete picked up.

"Hey Trick. What's up?" Pete mumbled into the phone.

"Can you come over?" Patrick said in an desperate tone.

"What's wrong? I just woke up" Pete said. Patrick can hear through the phone Pete sitting up in the bed.

"It's Dylan"

"Is he okay?" Pete asked in a scared frantic voice.

"Um he has a fever and he wants you" Patrick stated.

"Alright. I'll be there in five minutes" Pete said as he started getting dressed.

"Alright. The door will be unlocked" Patrick hung up and stood up. He grabbed Dylan and headed upstairs. He sat the still crying boy on the unmade bed. Patrick started getting dressed and brushed his teeth.

He picked up Dylan again and headed downstairs. "Are you hungry, baby's?"

Dylan shook his head and of course at that very moment he threw up on Patrick's shirt. Patrick closed his eyes and sighed frustrated. "Its like you're a month old again"

Patrick heard the front door opened and he turned to see Pete. "Perfect timing" Patrick said. "He just threw up on me"

"Let me see him. Go change" Pete said as he grabbed Dylan from Patrick's arms.

"Come on Little Sandwich. No need to cry" Pete said as he sat down on the couch. He just cried more into Pete's shirt. It was more like a whining cry.

Patrick came downstairs with a new clean shirt on. "Have you gave him medicine?" Pete asked.

"No. He won't take it. He keeps saying no to me" Patrick plopped down on the couch. "Why must he be so stubborn?"

"Um..did you forget he's your son" Pete said looking at Patrick smiling. 

"What are you trying to say about me?" Patrick asked crossing his arms. 

"That you're stubborn. I know you know it" Pete said as he grabbed the medicine from the coffee table.

"Yeah, but you're not suppose to say it to my face" Patrick said feeling angry out of no where.

"Alright I take it back" Pete said as he poured the liquid on the spoon. "Open up buddy. It'll help you feel better" Dylan opened his mouth and took the medicine.

"Da" he said as he hugged his dad, crying.

"I'm right here, buddy. You'll feel better soon" Pete said rubbing his back.

The couple just sat there watching Dylan slowly stop crying and falling asleep in Pete's lap. Pete softly picked him up and took him up to his room.

When he came back down he sat right next to Patrick. They just sat in a comfortable silence. Then out of nowhere Patrick straddled him and attacked Pete's mouth with his own. Pete kissed back loving the taste of Patrick's mouth. Patrick moaned and grinded down on Pete.

Pete broke the kiss and Patrick went back to kiss him, but Pete held him still. "Wait. What's going on?"

"Shut up. I'm horny" Patrick said going back to kissing Pete again. Pete hummed into the kiss and pulled Patrick away again.

"Wait. Are saying you want to have sex when Dylan is upstairs?" Pete asked.

"Who said anything about sex?" Patrick asked as he kissed Pete's neck and grind down on him.

"Well you just told me you were horny and you're grinding on my dick." 

"Just shut up and kiss me" Pete obligate and kissed Patrick. It became a heated make out session, but then Patrick broke the kiss. "I'm hungry" Patrick got off of Pete and walked to the kitchen. Pete groaned and followed.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Pete asked as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.

"No. Why?" Patrick asked as he was taking out eggs and bread. To make some breakfast for him and Pete.

"It's just you've been acting....weird" Pete said.

"What do you mean by weird?" Pete noticed his husband was getting angry so he tried to talk softly.

"I just mean your emotions are all over the place" That didn't help. "I mean you got angry at me then you got horny then you're hungry" Patrick got more angry. "Now you're mad at me again" Pete truly felt like he was signing for his death wish.

"Why would you say that!?! What do you think is wrong with me!?! I've just been all over the place it's not my fault!"

Patrick had started crying and Pete just watched with wide eyes. He didn't know what to do. He hadn't seen Patrick like that since... Realization hit Pete like a ton of bricks

"Patrick" Pete softly said walking up to the crying Patrick.

"What! What do you want!? Why am I crying?" Patrick asked as he wiped his tears.

"Baby I think I know what's wrong" Pete softly said as he held Patrick's hands in his own. "I'm gonna have to go to the store. Stay here with Dylan"

"Okay. I love you" Patrick said. Pete smiled and kissed him and wiped his stray tears.

"Love you too. I'll be right back"
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Pete walked into the house with the bag in hand. He walked into the kitchen to see Patrick sitting there eating a sandwich. "Hey" Pete said.

Patrick looked up and waved at Pete as he kept eating. "Where did you go off to?" Patrick asked once he cleaned his plate.

"Here" he handed Patrick the bag. Patrick looked at Pete with a questioning look then looked into the bag.

"No" Patrick sternly said.

"Just take one test" Pete plead.

"No because I would know if I was pregnant" Patrick argued.

"Well all the signs are there, Trick. You're emotions are all over the place, you got hungry out of nowhere, and you haven't been drinking. You being pregnant is the only answer"

"Fine" Patrick said angrily as he stormed upstairs the the master bathroom. He closed the door and locked it so Pete wouldn't get in.

Pete had followed him and sat at the end of the bed. He just sat there looking at the closed door. He was bouncing his leg out of nervousness. This is the first time he's done this. Wait for the results to know if he's gonna be a dad again.

He sighed and rested his head in his hands. He couldn't take the suspense. He was about ask Patrick how much longer, but he heard the door click open.

Patrick stood there with tears in his eyes and the test in his hand. Pete just watched him standing there. Patrick gave him a small smile and nodded his head.

"It's positive?" Pete asked.

Patrick nodded his head again and softly said, "yeah" Pete smiled largely and stood to hug Patrick tightly. Patrick hugged back as he laughed with joy. He felt himself crying again, but this time due to being happy.

"Are we really becoming parents again?" Patrick asked once they broke the hug. Pete smiled and got down on his knees. He lifted Patrick's shirt and he started leaving light kisses on Patrick's stomach. Pete stood up and kissed Patrick's lips lightly.

"You're gonna be a mom again" Pete said.

"Finally?" Patrick asked smiling. Pete smiled and wiped Patrick's tears.

"Finally"

A/n: So I'm sure tons of you guys are happy. I am. So just wanted to say let's just imagine they have been working on the album. I really didn't want to write about it so let's just say that happened. Okay that's all. Love you guys.