Patrick Stump Imagines

Grounded

You walked up the stairs of your two story house, with a small bowl of dry cereal. You never really liked the idea of dry cereal, but you didn't want to drag you and your ' teenage' daughter out at 7 at night just for milk. You'd just have to deal with it at this point.

You approached the top of the stairs and stopped in your tracks. With your husband of 5 years, Patrick, not being home for you to bother, you didn't know what to do with your self. You heard music faintly coming from your 6 year old's bedroom. She may only be 6, but she acts like a 14 year old a lot, so you normally call her 'my little teenager'.

You tilt your head slightly, as a grin forms on our face. Maybe she would want to do something with you. You start to walk over to your daughters door, and hesitantly reach for the door knob. Even if she is your own daughter, you were never that great at being social or starting conversations with anyone. You took a deep breath, having your hand on the door knob, you slowly turned and opened the door to reveal your beautiful daughter, doodling and listening to her father's band.

" Hey, Avery?" You asked as you took a step in her room. Avery looked up from her paper and looked at you. You thought you could see a tint of nervousness in her eyes, but you shrugged it off.

"Yeah, la mamá?" Avery replied to you, with a slight grin tugging at her lips. You grinned back at her, and also at the fact that she was beginning to act like Patrick. She's 6 and already starting to learn another language.

"So, I was wondering," you paused as you studied her closely. You notice that she tensed up after you paused, thinking you were gonna ask her if she did something wrong. You smiled at her and continued. "If you'd like to do something with me.... Maybe?"

She looked at you, then at to what she was doodling. You heard her sigh before she looked back at you to reply.

"Sorry mommy, I want to get this done before daddy comes home." She said to you with the biggest smile on her face. She turned around and grabbed her drawing to show you. It was of Patrick's band, and the both of you on the side, cheering them all on.

Even though you fully understood why she didn't want to do anything with you, you decided to add some drama into the situation. You smirked at Avery before going on.

"Oh... okay.. I guess I'll just go down stairs and eat my cereal alone..." you sniffed before you exited Avery's room, closing the door. Hearing her little giggle on the other side of the door, you stepped the drama up a notch.

You started to sniffle and fake cry, until you got to the stairs. You paused and looked down them. There weren't that many steps, and let's be honest. You always wanted to fall down some stairs. It usually looked like so much fun. You took a deep breath, put one foot forward, and fell.

Man that was a bad idea on your part. As you rolled down your stairs, bumping your head occasionally, you cursed yourself for doing this.

You fell off the last stair with a thud. You heard a door open and running from the upstairs.

"Mommy!? Are you okay?! I'll do something with you if it'll make you feel better!" You heard Avery yell from the top of the stairs. You let out a groan before answering her.

"No, Av'. Mommy's fine. Just a little clumsy today. Go finish your drawing before daddy gets home." you yelled up to your daughter. As she ran back to her room, you could hear her yell 'okay' to you, then shutting her door.

You ended up falling asleep on the floor for who knows how long. You didn't hear the jingling of keys, and the door opening because of that. As Patrick walked through the door, he went straight to the kitchen to get something to eat, seeing as how it was around 7 pm, before going through the house to look for you and Avery.

He started for the stairs, and as he turned the corner to them, he stopped dead in his tracks to see you lying on the floor. He was confused then worried, running over to your sleeping body.

You were woken up by Patrick shaking your body. You slowly opened your eyes, just to meet his hazel green eyes filled with worry. You grinned at him, and cupped his face with your hand. His eye brows scrunched up, trying to figure out what happened and if you were okay.

"Why'd you wake me, my love?" You asked him as your lips grew sleepily to a smile.

"And why were you sleeping on the floor, in front of the stairs?" He deflected your question with his, with a slight chuckle. You laughed, and tried to get up and out of his grasp. As you sat up, pain surged throughout your body. You let out a yelp, and fell back down instantly, cuddling into Patrick's chest. He looked at you with fright and worry.

"I....may have.. acci-purposely fell down the... stairs..." you told Patrick, as you slightly laughed at your stupid idea. He looked at you in shock by your reply.

"Why on earth would you purposely do that to yourself?" He asked you, as he slowly stood up with you in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

"Oh you know, being me and all, I had the brightest idea to do that, and thought ' hey, it always looked like fun, so why not?'" You told him, as you looked up at his face to catch a reaction. He furrowed his eye brows once again, and carried you over to the couch where he set you down.

"Tell me your kidding, baby" he asked you another question, as he squatted down next to where your head was laid. You smiled at him, as he started moving the hair out of your face.

"Uh... Nope... One hundred percent serious..."

His eyes soften at your reply. He chuckled as he cupped your face and leaned in to kiss your forehead. He looked directly into your eye, with seriousness covering them.

"Please Mi Amore, don't do that to yourself again. I can't bear to see you in pain. Try to resist your ideas until I can get home to watch over you. I don't want this to happen again. Please.... please promise me you wont..." He asked you as tears were brimming in his eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours, and whispered 'please' once more. You chuckled before you replied.

"I promise 'Trick."

You leaned into his head more, and locked your lips together.