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He should have thought it was off when he couldn’t stop vomiting in the mornings, or when he started to fill out his jeans some more, but Patrick was just a tad oblivious. However, he did end up taking a test because of his friend urging him to. The band knew he and Pete were… well, what the fuck were they? Patrick had absolutely no clue. And as he waited for the test, he was positively freaking out. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. He couldn’t take care of a living, breathing BABY. He needed to sing, to tour, to write. They only released Cork Tree a couple months ago. He only just turned 21, he isn’t equipped for this baby.
Wait.
He shouldn’t say “this baby,” what if there’s NO baby?! That’s what he wants, anyways. God. He does not want to manifest a living, breathing baby. Inside of him. Oh god. The thought is making him feel ill. Just as he considers vomiting for the third time today, the kitchen timer goes off, indicating his test is ready.
His hands are shaky as he picks up the test, staring at it in disbelief. That stupid fucking plus sign. Dear god. He’s pregnant. Oh fuck. No. No. No. God, no. This genuinely cannot be happening. In a moment of fear, he chucks the positive test in the garbage. He knows he cannot care for this kid. He just knows. He does the only thing he does know, and calls his mom.
A few days later, he’s shoving the paperwork he needs into a backpack, under the guise of getting studio work done. His mother was more than understanding and helped him schedule an abortion. He didn’t want to tell Pete though, he was scared that he would make him keep it. He loved Pete, he really did, but neither of them are ready for a baby. They are literally about to go on Warped Tour. It’s just simply not an option.
He walks out to the living room of their shared apartment as nonchalant as possible, which piques Andy’s interest. Andy gets up for the couch where he’s been reading a comic and whispers in Patrick’s ear, likely to not get Joe and Pete’s attention while they’re yapping about god knows what in the other room while they smoke.
“Patrick, you’ve been acting weird for the past few weeks and now you’re just… calm. Don’t get me wrong, I hate seeing you stressed but like, what’s going on?” Andy looked concerned. It was the same look he’s given Pete after he broke edge, the same look he gave Joe when they caught him doing cocaine. Jesus Christ, Andy thinks he’s on drugs?!
Patrick sighs. “I’m not on drugs Andy.”
Andy’s eyes widened. “That’s not what I was going to say… okay yeah, that’s what I was going to say.” He admits to Patrick’s chagrin.
He shakes his head furiously. “Can a man just go to the Studio in peace?!” As he starts to walk away, Andy puts a hand on his shoulder.
“I also know, Patrick. I’m not stupid. That’s kind of why I was extra concerned, with the baby and all.”
Patrick sputtered. “Wh…what baby?” Andy rolled his eyes.
“You just threw the test away in the open, didn’t even wrap it up or try to cover it, plus you’re the only omega in the house who isn’t on birth control, I could smell it on you. I’m shocked Pete couldn’t.” Patrick blanched at this statement to which Andy pat his back, “I threw it out before Pete could find it, it’s your choice if you wanna keep it or get rid of it and it’s your choice if you wanna tell Pete.”
This is fucking awkward. “I’m… getting rid of it. Like today. That’s what I’m leaving for.”
Andy nodded. “Want me to come with you, for moral support? Don’t want people to be rude to you since you’re a pregnant, unmated omega.”
“That would be nice. Thank you.” Patrick smiled as Andy headed to his room to grab shoes. However, Patrick knew this had to be going too well because right on cue, Joe and Pete came stumbling into the living room, coughing up a storm. Great. They’re both high. Patrick couldn’t take this. He felt so bad that Pete didn’t know. He started fucking crying like a baby. Probably the hormones.
Pete and Joe were both at his side immediately, worried about Patrick for the sudden outburst of tears.
“Lunchbox, what’s wrong hun?” Pete said, the worry apparent in his voice. Joe clung to him, wrapping his arms around Patrick’s midsection and placing his head on Patrick’s shoulder.
“Yeah Patrick, what’s going on?” Joe whispered.
Andy came back out to the display of affection and was concerned. Did Patrick just tell them? Are those two still in the dark? He doesn’t want to let out Patrick’s secret.
“Patrick’s just stressed, nothing a little studio time won’t fix,” Andy laughed nervously. Patrick looked him in the eyes.
“No. I should tell them. They deserve to know. I’m pregnant… but I’m not keeping it.” He winced and looked like he was bracing for impact, like he was about to get hit or screamed at or something.
Pete just cried.
“Oh ‘tricky. Oh god. I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. Patrick thought he was going to vomit. Great. He’s going to end up keeping this kid.
“Pete I-“ Patrick began, before Pete interrupted him.
“I can’t believe you didn’t feel comfortable telling me you didn’t want it. I’m so sorry. You probably thought I would’ve made you keep it. God. I’m too overbearing.”
What. Pete’s crying because… Patrick was scared of being pressured to keep it? Oh. Wait. He’s not crying over him getting rid of it. Oh my god. He’s…okay with this?
“Wait… you’re okay if I get rid of it? If I’m not ready?” Patrick was starting to feel relieved.
Pete nodded. “Yeah, we’re too young. I know you want to focus on your future. I’m not attached yet. Like, kill that thing Patrick.”