Summary: Patrick was always extremely protective of you, you thought that was too much, then you gave birth.
A/N: This is a little follow-up to my headcanons, requested by a lovely person.
“I’d kill anyone who even dares to look at the two of you in a bad way.” he confessed one night as the two of you were on the couch, his hand on your stomach. You read a book as he spoke to your baby.
“Aww! Patrick, thank you.” you fully knew he was serious but there was a spark in his eyes that you loved and so you kissed him.
When your son learned how to walk is when the real struggle began for Patrick.
He was on the heels of the baby all the time, even protecting him from flies. Before he could walk, Patrick would carry him everywhere. Barely letting him go for a moment.
When your son learned how to run is when the ultimate struggle began for Patrick.
You try to tell him that it was OK, that your son is going to be fine, nothing can hurt him but you also know your husband and you knew that he was not going to stop just because you asked him nicely once.
So just as your little boy started to grow so did your husband's worries and slowly but surely he became overprotective.
There were times even when you were at the park just taking a simple walk letting your baby run and play around, one time, he fell off of a swing which worried Patrick so incredibly that you have never seen him panic more than that day. But the icing on the cake was that your son wasn't even hurt, he just cried a little because he got scared but he was perfectly fine he even got ice cream after it.
But you will never forget the panic in Patrick when he ran as fast as he could to his son to help him up.
Even if little Richard wasn't hurt, Patrick couldn't let it go, he wanted to be 100% sure his son wasn't hurt and that he had everything he needed.
You often saw this as spoiling him, you didn't want your son to become a brat, but you understood where Patrick was coming from, the little boy was too precious.
And this is exactly what you expected from Patrick Bateman himself.
A father who spoils their child.
You had your baby on your hip, he was super interested in you cooking dinner, so he was your little helper.
Although mostly he just asked for juice or to taste something, with Richard being five, you wanted to show him the world as much as possible. And he seemed to be very interested in cooking and baking.
You put him on the counter when you needed to cut something. You taught him not to touch anything on the oven, you taught him it would hurt and he was an intelligent little man, so he never even tried.
"What are you two doing?" asked Patrick behind you.
"Dinner." you said as you stirred the pot, out of the corner of your eye you noticed Patrick pulling your son just a bit further away from the stove. You wanted to roll your eyes but you only smiled as you looked at them. "I'm almost ready, can you set the table please?"
And surely they did. You turned off the stove when you heard your son whine.
"Richard, let me do it, you might hurt yourself." you heard Patrick before you pocked your head out and saw your son with the forks in his tiny hand, holding on for dear life.
"I wanna." he said and you wanted to laugh, but you also wanted to see how Patrick will handle this.
He let out a long sigh. "You will hurt yourself, let Daddy do this."
"No." he was just as stubborn as your husband. Tiny knuckles turning white as he held the forks as if his life depended on them.
"Okay, then let's do it together?" Patrick ended up offering since he knew he wouldn't get through to Richard.
You smiled at the cute scene as Patrick lifted his son and helped him, trying to teach him a little about where and how to place utensils, but all little Richie saw was the cute Mickey Mouse utensil set you bought him.
You wanted to laugh, no matter how stubborn your husband was, your son was the same if not worse.
