Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

A small step to recovery ft. Declan

Declan slept calmly in my arms. He was the cutest thing ever. I knew I wanted to see him grow up, so when Andy brought me a ham sandwich I ate it all without hesitation. Okay, there was a little bit of hesitation, but I still forced myself to eat it. I then realized how hungry I was. When Elisa woke, they brought  her a plate of food, but she wasn't hungry and I happily ate it.

The baby hadn't opened his eyes yet and we were all hoping that he'd open his eyes soon enough so we could tell what color they were. As I held him, he opened his eyes and when he saw me, he blinked a little and started fidgeting.

"Patrick," I said softly. He looked at Declan and smiled, taking him in his arms and calming him down. There was this moment when Declan stared at Patrick and they seemed to be alone together in this brief moment of discovery. I smiled at how cute they seemed to be when they were both trying to learn so much from each other just by looking at one another.

When Elisa saw me eating she said, "It's good your eating. I hadn't noticed but you had stopped eating." I shook my head and devoured the small biscuit that was on the plate.

The next day when I was at school, Jaime and Angel approached me happily. "Declan? Wow! How's the baby? When can we meet him? Can we meet him?" Angel was practically begging to meet him and I was laughing.

"I'll ask Patrick," I said. "But you should've seen him! He's so cute and small."

In our lunch time I said, "Do you guys wanna go to lunch?" They gave me a strange look.

"We never go to lunch," Jaime said slowly.

"Yeah, I know, but I heard they were giving cookies. Plus, it's been a while since we've gone to lunch."

"Okay," Angel said and we went to lunch. Sure, school lunch tasted like cardboard, but I reluctantly took a few bite from the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I was a little proud of myself for taking the courage to eat more.

I was most excited for when the baby could come home. But by Friday, everything was fine and the baby was with us in the car. Elisa was still a little tired from birth, but she turned around every minute to make sure the baby was okay. Even if she wasn't, I still kept a sharp eye on him. He was awake and looking around. If his eyes focused on one thing I'd lean in and whisper what it was to him. I guess if looked weird cause Patrick asked, "Cora, why are you so close to Declan? Let him breath."

"Patrick please, I'm trying to teach your child from a very young age," I said.

"Cora, just get away from the baby," Elisa said, a little irritated.

"K," I said and leaned far away from him, but continued staring at him.

When we got home, Elisa said she was still tired and a little sore and wanted to sleep. She went to bed after she saw that we safely brought the baby indoors. Patrick and I carried him to his nursery. Patrick carried him and showed him around his room.

"Look, this is your crib where you'll sleep, and that's a rocking chair." Patrick started.

"Yeah, it's for rocking out. Is this the moment I play Elvis?"

"No, Elvis. Declan's ears are still a little sensitive."

We put him in the crib and he wiggled a little as he looked around. "I feel like we should formally introduce ourselves, " I said. Patrick raised an eyebrow. I put my hand in the crib and stuck a finger to him. "Hello, Cora Stump, your new big sister. Pleasure to meet you, Declan." He looked at the finger for a moment and wrapped his hand around it. That melted my heart.

As you've heard, the next two weeks were painful. I'd wake up in the middle of the night to Declan's cries. I'd walk into the nursery to find Elisa desperately trying to get him to sleep by rocking him and singing to him but to no avail. "Go back to sleep. You have school tomorrow," she'd say when she'd see me. The first week was practically Elisa taking care of the baby at night, and Patrick taking care of him in the evenings. In the second week, the switched and Patrick took care of Declan at night.