Chapter 14

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[lmao I got so much drama planned yall better enjoy these nice chapters]

Sometimes I didn't sleep just so I could watch Patrick sleep.  Or Saint.  Tonight it was Saint.  I sat in the rocking chair next to his bed.  He hugged his stuffed bear tighter.  He yawned opening his eyes.  I leaned forward a little bit.  He looked over.

"Hi daddy" he said sleepily.

"Hey.  What's wrong why're you up?" I asked.

"I had a nightmare" He rubbed his eye.

"Want me to sleep in your bed tonight?" He nodded at me pouting.  "Okay buddy" He scooted over to let me lay down.  I pulled his blanket over the both of us. 

"Daddy, are you and daddy happy?"

"Yes.  Why would you ask me that Saint?  Your daddy and I love each other very much" He hugged his bear again.

"You never seem happy anymore" I frowned.  I threw my arm around his small stomach. 

"Sometimes in a marriage people can't always be happy.  Sometimes we fight or we get upset.  I upset your daddy a lot.  And it was a mistake and I regret it.  But that doesn't mean we're unhappy" He nodded.

"I love you daddy"

"I love you too Stinkbug" I kissed his head.  He snuggled against me. 
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"Saint?" Patrick woke me up.

"Sh, daddys sleeping" He covered me with his blanket.  I smiled. 

"Why's your daddy in here?" Patrick asked.

"I had a bad dream.  He slept in the bed with me to scare away the bad dreams"

"He's good at that" Patrick said "It's time for him to get up though" Saint opened my eye with his fingers.  He then jumped on me. 

"Daddy wake up!" he yelled.  I groaned rolling over so I was laying on my back on him.  He laughed.

"Patrick did you hear something?  Sounded like a laugh"

"I didn't hear anything" Patrick said shrugging.  Saint giggled again.

"I'm under you daddy!" he laughed. I moved a little more.  "Daddy stop!" He laughed again.  I sat up so he was free again.  He jumped on my back. 

"Hey" Patrick said smiling.

"Hello beautiful" I smiled back. 

"Ready to run a country Mr. Wentz?"

"It's what I was born to do Mr. Stump" He smiled again.

"Actually, it's Mr. Wentz" I smiled wider.

"Damn right it is" I said.  I grabbed Saints legs and lifted him up piggybacking him to Patrick.

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