By the time Pete came back to the room with the pizza, Vic had finally found comfort enough to fall asleep. His head drooped and his light snores came at an even pace.

"Well, what did I miss?" Pete asked with a grin on his face.

Patrick looked up from where he had been typing on his phone. "They've just been moving way too fast for way too long." He said as he slid his phone into his pocket.

Pete walked into the room, set the pizza box down on an empty chair, and walked over to Patrick. "Was it that easy for you when I was in the hospital for my leg?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Patrick once the shorter boy had risen from his chair.

Patrick shook his head. "I don't think we were in there for that long." He replied as Pete nuzzled his cheek against his own. He held back giggles at how much it tickled.

"I don't know, I hardly remember." Pete laughed, quietly, pressing kisses to Patrick's jawline. "They gave me tons of pain meds."

Patrick couldn't contain giggles at that. "You said I looked like a guy you know named after a tree."

"Did I?"

"You were loopy as heck."

Pete continued to slide his lips up Patrick's cheek. "Sounds like."

Patrick turned his head in order to catch Pete's lips on his own. His heart fluttered, even after all this time, with the way their lips synced in movement before Pete's tongue slipped past to swirl around Patrick's.

The eventually pulled apart with heavy breaths. Both were quiet for a moment, just staring at each other. It was Patrick who eventually broke the silence.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Punk."

It took a lot, but Patrick tore his gaze away from his husband to look at Kellin. The boy was still sleeping soundly, though that thought was questionable when Patrick's eyes trailed the IVs once again.

Vic mumbled something in his sleep, catching Pete & Patrick's attention.

"Should we wake him up?" Pete asked, "Pizza's getting cold."

Patrick shook his head, "We're lucky he made it half that far into sleep. He really needs it..." Patrick sighed, "He just kept repeating how Kellin was always the one... He's so worried."

Pete pulled Patrick into a tight embrace. "He'll be okay." He mumbled as he tucked his face into the crook of Patrick's neck.

Patrick held onto Pete tightly. He knew it. It was just that, for every few times he looked at Kellin, he could picture Pete in that same position. What if something happened to him? There was not only himself, but now their daughter to think about as well. The thought terrified Patrick, but he didn't want to let it show. "I know."

Pete pulled away and tilted his head at Patrick. "You didn't drift off and have any bad dreams, did you?"

"No, my meme." Patrick smiled.

Pete wiggled his eyebrows. "Wanna make one of my dream come true?"

"Pete!"

"Please!?"

"Oh my god."

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PuppyRoss~ the baby has taken Penny as her hostage

PuppyRoss~ I think Dottie is next, what is happening

PuppyRoss~ PETE & PATRICK CONTROL YOUR CHILD

Beebobaggins~ it's your job now, bitch

GaskBarf~ hey, don't swear, you're in charge of a child

Beebobaggins~ SHE CAN'T READ

PuppyRoss~ I'm gunna teach her immediately

JonZombie~ oh my god who trusts you people with children

Smiththemyth~ pete & patrick

Gaylywilliams~ smh