❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

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REMINISCE, REMINISCE

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the lights in the office flickered, only adding to the anxiousness y/n was feeling. her right leg bounced up and down rapidly, every now and then she would lift her hand and chew her nails.

she hears some chattering going on back behind the metal doors, causing her ears to perk up.

the sudden feeling of tiny hands hitting her thigh immediately snatches her attention.

y/n gently smiles down at the little girl, a few tears brimming her eyes at the mere thought of how much she looked like her father.

"what is it, baby?" she asks quietly, grabbing hold of the fourteen month old child's hand.

adan—which meant "little fire", the name obviously being created due to her father's absolute love for flames—puts a chubby finger to her chin, as if she's thinking of what she wants to say.

her pale blue eyes look away from her mother and towards the door, where four men were now walking out.

she jumps up and down, a small smile adorning her face as she once again pats her mother's thigh.

"da-daddy!" the little girl cheers, causing y/n to look up towards the door in shock.

without even an ounce of hesitation she sweeps adan off of her feet and rushes to the boy, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug.

small cries fall past her lips as patrick rocks them back and forth, his grip on her just as tight.

the two of them let go, y/n passing adan to patrick before greeting her cousin.

when they pull apart, henry grins down at her.

"well don't you look wonderful." he teases, to which she rolls her eyes with a scoff.

"yeah, you don't look half bad either." her eyes give the boy a quick glance, staying stuck on the light stubble on his chin before looking back up into his eyes, "i've missed you, bowers boy."

henry hugs her once again, muttering a soft, "i missed you too, bambi" before going over to the front desk.

y/n stays where she is for a few seconds, her gaze falling upon patrick and adan, who were giggling and playing as if he had never been gone.

she was shocked to see her daughter open up to the man so quickly, since she had only seen him in the many pictures at home.

going through the rest of her pregnancy, giving birth, and then raising the baby all on her own for the past year has been a bit of a struggle, but with the encouragement of victor, grayson, and belch, she made it work.

patrick locks eyes with the female and raises a brow, as if asking why she was so far away. a blush creeps onto her face as she shrugs, stepping closer to her family.

the hockstetter boy wraps his free hand around her waist, pulling her close into his side.

adan, who was resting on her father's hip, began to subconsciously play with his hair, which was braided in cornrows.

after a good thirty minutes of henry, patrick, y/n, and adan catching up on missed moments, an officer comes and gives them the okay to go home.

☆

"i'm sorry i wasn't here." patrick suddenly whispers, his hands rubbing her stomach, where a few faint stretch marks were, "i missed so much. i missed our daughter being born and i missed her first steps and her first word and—"

"daddy." y/n cuts him off, turning in his arms so that she is facing him. the dark haired boy stares at her blankly, eyebrows furrowed.

"damn, lil' bit. i don't remember you being so forward about wanting this—"

"no, 'trick! adan's first word was 'daddy'." she chuckles, punching his chest playfully.

the tall boy laughs along with her, burying his face in her neck. he inhales her wonderful scent, feeling even more at home than he did when he first got back.

"speaking of adan...she doesn't look like how i expected her to. i mean that in the nicest way possible, it's just something was different about her face and i just want to make sure she's okay."

"she's okay. she has down syndrome, is all. so her mental development may be delayed, and she may have some intellectual disabilities. she has a doctor's appointment coming up soon, if you'd like to come. i'm sure they can explain it with much more detail."

patrick stares down at his girlfriend, feeling pure adoration for her. she was so strong, always pushing through and not letting anyone or anything stop her. a small part of him felt even more guilty for having left her to go through it herself, but he knew he couldn't voice it; she'd just tell him to hush, everything's okay now.

"she's still beautiful. i'll love and protect the both of you for as long as i'm living. i won't go anywhere without you two ever again, promise."

y/n hums, her fingers carding through his hair; he had let her take the braids out after dinner.

"victor, gray, belch, and belch's girl are coming over tomorrow. they would've came today but they insisted on letting us have family time. i don't think they realize the family isn't whole without 'em."

"you're so amazing. i love you." patrick lifts his body so that's he hovering above the smaller girl, leaning down and leaving kisses all over her face.

she scrunches her nose and giggles, a content hum escaping her throat when his lips finally meet hers.

the kiss becomes feverish in a matter of a few seconds, the boy's large hands gripping at y/n's shirt and hers fondling with the hairs at the back of his neck.

the two of them switch positions, patrick now sitting against the headboard while y/n straddles his lap. her hips grind into his, a low moan falling past his now plump and red lips.

the bed creaks at their frantic movements, but neither of them care to stop. the hockstetter boy pulls his girlfriend's shirt off, unbuckling her bra and throwing it somewhere on the floor.

he unlocks his lips from hers and latches onto her left nipple, his fingers pinching and rolling her other one, emitting a gasp from her.

"god, patrick. please—"

y/n is cut off by a harsh knocking on the door, causing the two to jump. patrick gently pushes the girl off of him, tugging his shirt off and handing it to her to put on.

he gets up, his hand tucking into his pants in order to shift his hard on. once settled, he unlocks and opens the room door, coming face to face with henry holding adan.

"what's up?" he tries to be as normal as possible, his face smug.

"are you fucking serious? you've been back for less than eight hours and you're already fucking?" the bowers boy sighs, an amused expression on his face, "adan got bored of me, started crying and i don't know how to deal with that so…"

patrick nods, lifting the baby girl from henry's arms.

"uh, well...thanks." he begins to close the doors but the mullet wearing boy stops him.

"wait, patrick! don't even think about touching my cousin in that way until that child is sound asleep in her own room."

and with that, the door is shut and patrick is left with adan in his hands, a look of embarrassment on his face as y/n laughs aloud.

the long haired boy rests his daughter down in the bed, lying down next to her. he pulls both her and her mother close to him, pecking their foreheads and whispering a sweet goodnight.

☆

a full month had passed since patrick and henry were bailed out of jail.

henry, patrick, y/n, and adan still lived together on the bowers' farm.

at this very moment, the atmosphere of the house was very loud and hectic.

today was a very special day for a specific couple and before you get excited—no, it's not patrick and y/n, their time will soon come.

victor and grayson were getting married. well, not legitimately, because for some horrid reason same- sex marriage wasn't legalized yet, but they were having a little ceremony and planned on being together for the rest of their lives—til death do them apart.

"patrick, grab adan and bring her to the backyard ple—shit!" y/n was currently struggling to make sure everything was set up; the party is supposed to be starting in thirty minutes.

patrick laughs at his girlfriend, who was currently lying still on the ground after having tripped over a toy.

she looks up at him and narrows her eyes menacingly, feeling embarrassed. though he's still chuckling, the pale boy helps the girl up, playfully wiping the dust off of her dress.

he opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by heavy, small footsteps making their way towards him.

patrick lifts adan up, immediately going to squeeze her chubby cheeks, causing her to giggle.

"well hello there, little-er bit." he was very aware that the word wasn't a real one, but found it absolutely impossible to not say, "you doing okay?"

the tiny, splitting image of patrick, smiles up at her father, her fat hands reaching up and gripping either sides of his face.

y/n watches the moment in awe, feeling extremely thankful for everything leading up to this moment. the good and the bad.

"shit."

both parents glance at the baby girl with wide eyes.

"no baby, that's a bad word. your momma didn't mean to say that." patrick coos, trying to hide his amusement. y/n, who was still stood beside him in shock, mentally face palms herself. it was definitely going to take a while to get used to this parenting thing.

before she can add on to patrick's sentence, the door is opening and a whole crowd is coming in.

the y/s/c skinned female nearly cries with joy as she sees all the faces she hasn't seen in a long while.

ryder and his gang greet her with the same wistful expression, taking their turns hugging her, 'trick, and adan before heading to the back where henry and belch were.

it seems like forever that the two lovebirds—in which this party was made for —show up, and after getting a mouthful from y/n, they claim it's a new trend to be late to your own celebration.

the night goes on with glee, everyone having had a few drinks while catching up.

adan seemed to be having a wonderful time playing with jude, river and beverly's son who was only two months younger.

it was soon becoming night time. everyone had settled down a bit, sitting in a circle in the grass.

victor stood up and cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his friends, scratch that, his family.

"what have you gotta say, blondie? better not make me cry or so help me god..." henry quips, causing the others to laugh.

"hey, now! it ain't my fault you suddenly became a big ol' sap-a-doodle-doo." the fragile boy rolls his eyes before abruptly becoming serious, "anyway, i just wanna say thank you. not only to y/n for setting this whole thing up, but to all of you. before having met the gang i was a lost boy with no idea of who i wanted to be or where i wanted to go in life. then things only got better when y/n came along, and then even better when i met grayson. i am a walking, living, example that no matter where you come from and no matter how deep in the gutter you think you are, life will get better. there will be times when you feel like you've hit rock bottom, you feel like you're constantly being punished and you're always in pain. those are the times you should cherish, because they only make you stronger.

y/n is the most inspiring, most beautiful, intelligent, kind, and loving girl i have ever met. y/n/n, i think i speak for us all when i say you have left such a positive impact on our lives. even at your worst you were there for us when we needed you. you showed us to learn from our mistakes, all the while learning from and making your own. you and patrick's relationship is one for the book; your story is one i'll tell my kids, most definitely. adan is so lucky to have been brought into this world by the two of you. uh, and now i'm sure i'm getting side tracked so to conclude this: thank you, every single one of you for just being you. i love each and every single one of you, the good sides and the bad. you'll always be the family i've always wanted and thankfully, got."

the air is peaceful, the only sounds being heard are the ones from the grass being moved by the wind, as well as some sniffles.

no one really had the energy to say anything else, the silence was enough. for the first time in a long while, everyone, felt loved.

☆

his eyes reflect the flames almost perfectly, the grin on his face hinting at how proud he is.

after what seems like an eternity of staring at the burning leaves, the lanky, black haired boy wipes his hands on his jeans and glances over at his loves.

it's almost impossible for him to stop from smirking as he notices the impeccable amount of shock on their faces.

his steps echo on the dry-leaf covered grass as he went to sit beside them, his head hanging low. he lifts a pale hand to brush back a long strand of hair before shoving it back into his pocket.

the hockstetter boy sits so that he's behind y/n, his legs on either side of her. his large hands snake under her shirt and rest on her small, protruding belly, where their littlest bit was growing.

adan, who was now four years old, was sitting on her mother's lap, her eyes wide and full of excitement as she watched the flames dance in the darkness.

their silence is broken, however, by the sound of another two pairs of shoes crunching on the grass.

“henry, let me go this instant or else i'll—”

patrick's ears perk up at the sound of a male's voice, his hands instinctively reaching for the zippo in his back pocket.

y/n gently grabs ahold of his hand that was still resting on her stomach, reassuringly squeezing it.

a few seconds later, henry comes out of the bushes with bill denbrough, whom he had started dating a few months ago.

he greets his cousin and her growing family with a small smile before plopping down beside them, pulling bill down with him.

for the rest of the evening, the two families sit by the fire, creating new memories and reminiscing the old ones.