Kill Daddy [Peterick]

One

PETE'S POV

"Now Patrick, what is the number one rule of being a killer?"

"Always clean your mess..."

I laughed, "close, my baby boy. It's never get caught. I'm glad you're advancing at a very young age."

He nodded, "uh-ha am this many now daddy." he says holding up ten fingers.

It's been exactly that long since I found you crying inside a dumpster. You were nothing but an innocent baby, until I came along. Although I will never see you as a son, I don't mind you calling me daddy.

I reached over and kissed his cheek. "Good boy, now off to bed. Tomorrow will be another day."

He shook his head, "no daddy, I don't want too!"

"Why not?" I asked.

"I want to come with you tonight" he says.

I shook my head, "you know the rules. Friday nights are all to myself."

He then started to pout, "I don't like you going out. You always bring home boys and sometimes girls over and you lock yourself in the other room with them. I hate not knowing what you guys do in there."

"So you've been up past you're bed time all this time? I'm going to punish you later Wentz, until then I say off to bed. It's what I say, not you."

"Why can't I know daddy?"

I sighed, "you're not ready for that stuff yet. But once you are old enough and if you let me, I can a sure you you're the only one daddy is going to take into that room."

I carried him up to his room and tugged him in. "I love you, Patrick. Now sleep because if you are awake when I come back you'll regret it."

He wrapped his arms around my neck and quickly kissed my lips. "Love you too, daddy."

You're a little rule breaker tonight Trick, but I'll let this kiss slide for now.