A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter. I personally cannot seem to get enough of mushy gushy in-love Patrick (though I fancy that I've done a pretty decent job of keeping him in character), but if I'm over-doing it please let me know and I shall do my best to rein it in.

At breakfast the next day, Walter found his eldest daughter with her head down on the table, hair in her oatmeal, asleep. Patrick was just coming out of the shower, still toweling off his hair, and Walter couldn't help but notice the man-boy's faint smile at seeing Kat.

Walter had been working longer hours than he would have liked, and each night on his way home from work, he prayed that he wouldn't see a certain motorcycle in the driveway. And every night he was disappointed."You're still here," said Walter brusquely to Patrick.

"So it would appear," Patrick replied.

"Not helping Kat with the baby, I see. I hope you're enjoying the free place to stay, at least."

Patrick clenched his fist as he went to throw his dirty clothes in his bag. "Have I said lately how much I appreciate you letting me stay?" he asked, gritting his teeth. He was getting a little tired of being treated like a degenerate by Walter. "And actually, I have been helping with the baby. It's just that Kat and I didn't think you'd appreciate us spending all night together, so we're taking turns with her at night."

Walter simply nodded, not entirely willing to praise Patrick for his responsibility. But he managed to force a smile before kissing the top of Kat's head and running out the door to work.

"Kat," Patrick whispered, gently cleaning her hair out of her food and nudging her shoulder.

"Mmm?" she mumbled, eyes still closed.

"Kat, why don't you head upstairs and get some sleep?"

She lifted her head from the table. She had a half-smile on her face as she muttered, "Why? Rosemary's baby over there will just cry the second I close my eyes. It's like it knows when I'm about to fall asleep, and chooses that moment to shriek, just to screw with my mind."

Patrick helped her up from the table and over to the couch. "Yeah, you really need to get some sleep," he said. "I'll take care the the demon-child. By the way, can I borrow your car?"

"You gonna dump her body in the ocean?"

Patrick laughed, "No. But if I'm going to take care of her while you sleep, I'll need something more than my motorcycle. I've got stuff to do today."

Kat nodded her heavy head and motioned to where her keys hung on a hook by the door. "I promise I won't follow you this time," she yawned. He shook his head, smiling. She did remember; it was the first Thursday of the month which meant he had his therapist appointment.


In the parking lot of Dr. Gannon's office, Patrick looked furtively around. He was always paranoid when he went to these appointments that he would run into someone he knew. But today he had extra reason to be uneasy. He may have let his reputation slip a little in the past few months (it was general knowledge that he was in a committed relationship, which kind of detracted from the whole loner persona), but the last thing he wanted was someone from school seeing him walking into the medical complex with a baby carrier. Carefully putting the blanket over the carrier so that no one could see the fake baby inside, he practically sprinted into the building and to the elevator.

"Well, Patrick, you must have had quite a month. It seems a lot's happened since the last time I saw you," Dr. G was a middle-aged guy with a beard and horn-rimmed glasses. He smiled a lot and he always wore red Converse sneakers.

"Yeah, I guess," Patrick answered. He showed Dr. G the 'baby simulator'. "Kat and I kind of had a baby," he chuckled. Dr. G knew all about his relationship with Kat. Patrick's mom had forced him to start coming to therapy after his 5th suspension of sophomore year (incidentally, the year she had started dating Brad), but he was so glad he had stuck with it. Dr. G was awesome to talk to. Patrick spent the majority of his session catching Dr. G up on the all the crazy stuff that had been happening lately, including and beyond him and Kat finally (emphasis on finally) sleeping together, and her dad's ill-timed interruption, and all the aftermath.

"Her dad acts surprised every time he sees me. I guess he expected me to run screaming or something. I know he's just trying to figure out my angle, to see why I'm sticking around."

"And why are you sticking around?" Dr. G was one of those therapists who pretty much only spoke in the form of a question.

Patrick shrugged, "I just feel like...I'm to blame for Kat being in so much trouble with her dad, at least partially. I figure, it's the least I can do to be there for her to help get her through it."

Dr. G nodded and made a note. Patrick hated when he wrote notes; he was always itching to grab that stupid notebook and read it.

"How do you feel about Kat, Patrick?"

Patrick groaned. This was a question that was asked nearly every session since the first time he mentioned Kat. "C'mon Doc, do we have to do this?"

"Patrick, you know one of the biggest issues we've been working on with you is your fear of opening up to people. You always seem afraid of your own emotions."

"You wanna talk about emotions? Let's talk about my anger. At Brad. For kicking me out of my own damn home again."

Dr. G chuckled. "Yes, I know you have no problem expressing negative emotions, Patrick. Let's try some positive ones. I'll ask you again. I just want you to think about the answer, at least. What are your feelings towards Kat?"

Just then, the grating cries of baby Jane started up. "Oh, Doc," Patrick smiled, "You know I'd love to answer that question for you. But I've gotta take care of this." He took the doll from it's carrier and went about what had become an efficient, systematic check. Diaper? No. Sleep? No. Food? Yes. As the cries quieted, Dr. G was scribbling notes.

"Aw, c'mon," Patrick moaned, "What can you possibly be taking notes about?"

"I've known you over two years, now, Patrick. I've heard you talk about girls you've dated, friends you've made—but I've never seen you attached to someone with as much dedication as with Kat." He laughed, "I wish I could meet her; she must be one hell of a woman!"

Patrick grinned. Looking down at the baby still in his arms, he had to agree. He had never tried this hard with a girl in his life. Suddenly, his smile faded.

Patrick knew that whatever he said here in the office was confidential. Even so, it was hard forcing up the words. He hated that it was so hard to say, since he knew now that it was absolutely true. Still, he found himself with a lump in his throat as the words came out, "I'm in love with her."

End Note: Ah, now if only he can say it to her! Two of the final three chapters are written, I just have to edit and refine before posting. Yay! (On completely random note, is it weird that I named the therapist after The Legend Of Zelda? I couldn't think of a name, but I wanted it to start with "G" for some reason. Ganon was the first thing I could think of, then I just added an extra "N").