"Brenny?" Patrick called out from the living room.

"What is it Patty Cakes?" Brendon called back from the back of the house.

"The baby is kicking Brenny come feel!" Patrick squealed excitedly.

Brendon came running down the hall from the kitchen where he was making a mega weed cookie with a nude of Patrick for icing.

"Our child has awoken?" Brendon asked gasping for air.

"Our boy Brenny, I know it's a boy, I just know." Patrick said gazing lovingly into Brendons eyes.

"How do you know Patty?" Brendon asked curiously.

"Because… WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHHHT." Patrick sang in his angelic soul voice.

"Oh of course! Silly me." Brendon said giggling.

TWO MONTHS LATER

"BRENDON OH GOD BRENDON NOOOO HELP OH IT HURTS LIKE A BITCH BRENDON HELP CALL JOE QUICKLY I NEED TROHCARE NOW PLEASE!" Patrick called out to his boyfriend in pain.

"Patty! I'm coming!"

AT THE HOSPITAL.

"Patrick I need you to take a deep breath and push, I know this is basically a giant human shit and it hurts but what goes up must come down and it smells."

Patrick was crying, tears streaming down his face like a never ending waterfall of pain and sorrow, Patrick turned to Brendon, "Brenny I can't do it, I just can't!"

"Patrick you've gotta do it for our grand theft autumn boy please, ilysm babe!"

Just as Patrick was about to give his final push with Brendon's supportive hand clasped onto his shoulder the door banged open and a voice said, "Get your hand of my starfish you mother fucker!"

It was Pete.