Sleeping With My Lover, Living With My Wife

Sixteen

*Patrick's POV*

"Don't even bother. I'm not pregnant. I hope you're fucking happy." I can barely hear the words that come from Allie's mouth. A part of me dies inside, but then I remember the only thing standing in the way of my happiness is her.

I walk to where Pete is cheering just outside the bathroom. He squeezes my hand and I muster up a quick smile. Then my gaze travels to a devastated Allie. She stares at the spot where Pete and I have our hands connected before quickly glancing up at me with sad puppy dog eyes. "I don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness. So, Patrick, I hope you really love him and know you're making the right decision," Allie warns genuinely before stepping around me to walk away.

Before she can leave, I pull her into a tight hug and kiss her on the cheek. "Allie, thank you."

"For what?"

"For being an amazing wife and being there for me when I needed you. You've been my best friend for so long and I hope you still can be. Thank you for finally letting go. You are going to be so much happier now," I softly say into her ear.

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise," I tell her meaningfully before pulling out of the hug.

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We finishing packing up all of my belongings into cardboard boxes before taking them to Pete's apartment. I've offered to let Allie keep the house and agreed to stay with Pete. Plus, we've already shared so many incredible moments in that bed of his, so I don't mind the idea.

I say "goodbye" to Allie one last time before leaving with Pete to go to his--our place.

We unload all the heavy boxes from our cars and take them inside. I set a few down on a pile and give myself a moment to take in all the happiness I'm finally able to feel after what felt like an eternity.

I glance at Pete who is staring at me with a wide, dorky grin and bedroom eyes. Seeing him smile again makes my heart flutter. And not to mention the way I see him mentally undressing me as his eyes run up and down my body.

I clear my throat to bring his attention to my face rather than elsewhere. He blushes and slowly approaches me, then pins me tightly to the wall behind me. His lips instantly press to mine. I moan against his mouth, practically melting from the craved sensation of his soft lips and tongue. Pete's strong arms wrap around my body as our kiss intensifies. I don't know how long the make out session lasts, but I know it doesn't last long enough, and I whimper quietly when my lips are left swollen and empty.

Pete's forehead presses against mine and his hands cup my cheeks. He smiles and says, "I love you, Trick." Holy smokes, I've missed hearing him call me that.

"I love you more, Petey!"

"Impossible."

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Author's Note:

And that will be the end of this story! I really hope you all enjoyed it!

So, for my next story, how would you guys like it if I wrote a sequel to "Sleeping With My Lover, Living With My Wife"??? Or are you happy with this ending?? I will either do that or an imagines book.

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