Civil Union, Chapter Four
Title: Civil Union
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Word Count: 1432
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Pete and Patrick are going to get married... "civil unioned." Whatever politicians are using at the moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy. This is fiction.
Author’s Note: I am so sorry for the delay. I really am a scatter-brain. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm also looking for a beta. If you'd like to help, please feel free to leave a comment or e-mail me. Thanks :D
Civil Union
By Donna
Chapter Four: Dinner at Peter’s
Dale and Peter Senior set up their dining room table, making sure everything was perfect.
“I don’t think we needed the candles,” Peter murmured.
“This is a big thing!” Dale reasoned, making sure the design on the sides of the chinawear faced the inside of the table. “Poor Patrick’s marrying our wildchild.” She lit the candles and made sure they were equal in distance from the center of the table. “Why did we name him Peter?” she asked herself, “Every Peter I’ve met is crazy. Like Daniels.”
“Hey,” Peter Senior said, glaring.
The doorbell rang before Dale could make up an adequate reply. Dale skipped to the door and opened it. She began to speak in some unintelligible mom-language. Peter leaned against the table, trying to get a good angle to see who was at the door. He walked to the door and greeted his son and son-in-law.
“Did you get here alright?” Peter asked, backing away from the hugs.
“Yeah, it was fine,” Pete replied, looking at Patrick. He flashed a smile and Patrick rolled his eyes.
Peter couldn’t help but smile as well. His son found his soulmate and they didn’t have a couple hundred break-ups and make-ups between their meeting and their realization.
“Uh... Peter?” Patrick asked.
“Dad,” Peter blurted out, “Dad. I’m your father, Patrick.”
Pete smirked. Dale smiled as well. Patrick looked at Peter confused until a good five seconds later. He smiled. “Thank you... Dad.”
“Andrew and Hilary are coming soon,” Dale said to Pete and Patrick, leading them into the dining room. “They went to get soda.”
“Alright. Awesome,” Pete replied. He looked at the table. “Whoa, what’s with the china?”
“Well, I decided that it’s a very special occasion. And you two have to pick out china pretty soon, too.”
Patrick made a face. “Do we really? Damn.”
“Yes, you do. You wanted a wedding, you’re going to have all the traditions that come with it.”
“...Wait,” Pete said. “All of them?”
“We already are making sure you two have separate rooms in New Jersey.”
“...are you fucking serious?” Pete asked, gasping.
“I don’t care what you do beforehand, but there will be no hanky-panky the night before your wedding.”
Pete groaned. “Mom!”
Patrick looked around the room. He noticed that by the staircase there were pictures. He smiled. “Hey... that’s us.”
“Oh, yeah! I forgot to tell you!” Dale exclaimed, “We got your family portrait up.” She pointed. “It’s so cute!”
Pete leaned over Patrick to see it. “Oh, wow. I didn’t think you’d put it up.”
“Of course we would. Why wouldn’t you think we’d put it up?”
Patrick mumbled, “Oh, you know... how it can be.”
Pete continued looking at the picture. “Hahah, Joe said we were nuts to have Hemingway in it.”
“He’s getting so big!” Dale commented, “Please tell me you don’t over-feed him.”
“Mom,” Pete whined, “We have a schedule. I feed him in the morning, Patrick feeds him at night.”
“Oh, I thought I did mornings, too,” Patrick joked.
Pete shoved him.
“Peter, don’t you dare hurt my son,” Dale hissed.
Peter Senior sighed. “I’m going to go check on the food.”
Pete looked at his mother and began to punk Patrick’s shoulder relentlessly.
“Wifebeater!” Patrick cried.
“Peter!” Dale growled.
“What?” Pete asked, dropping his fist. “I can’t punch him anymore? I could always do that before we got together!”
“I still yelled at you! Patrick’s always been my favorite.” She hugged Patrick, rubbing his shoulder. “I love you, Patrick...”
“Ew,” Andrew said, holding a bag from the grocery store.
Patrick looked over his shoulder. “Oh, lemme help you,” he said, escaping Dale’s grasp. “Where should I put it?”
“By the fridge, I guess,” Andrew replied, Hilary entering.
Patrick put down the bag and returned to the dining room.
Hilary entered as well, saying hello to everyone. Andrew entered as well. They took their seats at the table. “So... we’re definitely going to the wedding, right?” Hilary asked.
“Yep,” Patrick replied, “You are family.”
“We gotta go to the beach,” Hilary demanded. “Like... Cape May. Cape May’s got those old bed and breakfasts... and Wildwood’s right there. That place is the boardwalk.”
“Someone’s been doing their research,” Pete mumbled, “Are you forgetting why you’re going there, dearest Hilary?”
“I know, I know, Mom still hasn’t shut up about it. Dad told me about the phonebill.” Hilary looked at Dale. “Have you told everyone in Illinois?”
“No!” Dale exclaimed, “People have been calling me. You two are in People, you know that?”
“...What?” Patrick asked.
“Is Patrick in his undies getting the newspaper?” Pete asked. “We only did that once. I swear.”
“What? No,” Dale said, roling her eyes. “It was in the ‘celebrity announcement’ section. Let me get the article.” She went to the kitchen and returned with the article. “It’s under ‘engagements’... I’ll read it to you. ‘Peter Wentz and Patrick Stump of emo kings Fall out Boy announced their engagement last week. The couple has been dating for two years and are going to have a civil union in New Jersey this September.’ Short, sweet, and to the point. No ‘Patrick in undies getting paper’ or whatever. Cute picture, though.” She turned it to Patrick. “You look a little sad, though.”
“Oops,” Patrick said, covering his mouth. “Pete picked out taht picture.”
“Can we eat now?” Andrew moaned.
“Sure,” Dale said, “Let me find your father.”
Hafl-way through the dinner, Dale suggested, “We should have a big dinner with your family, Patrick. I should have invited Patricia tonight... we’re becoming so close!”
Pete and Patrick laughed nervously.
“What? Are mother-in-laws not allowed to get along?” Dale asked.
“No, it’s not that,” Patrick said, “I just don’t want to talk about family right now.”
“Oh... is someone not taking it well?”
“Exactly,” Patrick said, “My dad and I got into a huge fight. I honestly don’t see it being mended before the wedding.”
Andrew frowned. “What an asshole. This is all because of Pete?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Pete, grow a vagina.”
Pete glared. “You’re not funny.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s so dumb. I mean... come on. ‘Oh no, my son’s gay! Whatever will I do?’” He rolled his eyes. “Such bullshit.”
Patrick sighed. “It’s different for you, Andrew. You weren’t brought up like that.”
Andrew nodded. “Damn straight... I mean... never mind.”
“You get an A for effort,” Pete said.
Patrick grabbed Pete’s hand under the table. Peter noticed, looking under the table. He smiled. He didn’t need much confirmation that their love was true, but the little things they did made him smile.
“Are you two going to stay for coffee?” Dale asked.
“Parent run part two. We’re going to Patricia’s,” Pete replied.
“Oh, have fun!” Dale said, “Tell her we said hi.”
“We will,” Patrick promised.
They got up, Patrick grabbing his plate.
“Stop,” Dale said, “I have children to do that.” She looked at Pete.
“God.” Pete grabbed his and Patrick’s plate. “Is this some ploy to make us have kids?”
“No, I’m just taking advantage of the fact that you’re my kid.” She smiled. “I don’t really care if you have no kids or a hundred kids. I really do want you two to be happy.”
“She’s just happy Patrick got Pete out of the house,” Andrew whispered loudly to Hilary.
Hilary nodded. “Yep. Exactly.”
Pete clanked Andrew’s plate extra loud. “Hey, hey, hey. I thought we were adults now!”
“Patrick, he still dresses like he’s five years old,” Hilary whined.
“I’m working on that,” Patrick replied.
“Like hell you are!” Pete argued.
Peter laughed. “She’s right, though.”
“That’s it. I’m leaving. Bye.”
“No you’re not!” Patrick said, grabbing him. “Not without me, at least.”
“Aw, cute,” Hilary said, laughing.
“Well, uh, bye?” Patrick asked.
Dale and Peter hugged them. “Goodbye, boys. Have fun.”
“We will,” Patrick replied as they made their way to the door.
Pete waved, trying to sneak a flip-off at his siblings. Patrick shoved him out the door before he could. He tried to close the door as quietly as possible, wrapping his arms around Pete’s so he wouldn’t do anything obscene.
Dale sighed. “Poor Patrick.”
“He hasn’t even met the entire family,” Peter murmured.
“But... it’s going to work,” Dale added, smiling. “I know it. They are going to last.” She leaned against her husband, smilling. They waved through the window as their sons drove off.
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