We Could Make Forever After All||Pete Wentz/Mikey Way||

We Could make Forever After All

Pete's P.O.V.

I awoke to a tiny hand shaking my shoulder. Flipping over with a groan I see that it's my little boy, Bronx. His curly blond hair all over the place, and grin on his little round face.

"Guess what?" Bronx chirped, I know exactly what he's talking about. Mikey's coming home today. But I decided to let him tell me.

"What?" I ask back. Bronx's grin widens if that's possible.

"Mikey's coming home today!" He sang happily, I smiled seeing him so happy.

"Yeah, Mikey's coming home today. Anything special you want to do for him?" I asked, sitting up.

"Can we make cookies for Mikey? Mikey likes cookies, right?" Bronx asked happily, and I nodded chuckling.

"Yes, Mikey likes cookies. What kind do you want to make him?"

"Chocolate chip!" He squealed.

"Go get ready so we can go to the store and get the supplies for Mikey's cookies." I said, and Bronx nodded bounding out of my room and to his. I let myself smile at him, Bronx always had a smile and is always happy. I wish I could be like that all the time. But he helps me stay happier, and so does my wonderful boyfriend, Mikey.

Getting up from bed I grabbed a pair of jeans and an Iron Maiden shirt. And also a pair of boxers. Quickly I threw them all on, because I knew that Bronx would be bounding back in in no time. My assumptions were correct, I barley got my shirt over my head before he was bounding back in, singing something. After I pulled my shirt on the rest of they way, Bronx took my hand a pulled me out of mine and Mikey's room.

I chuckled keeping up with my kid, and letting him lead me into the kitchen. Luckily, I left my phone in here and fully charged. So, I grabbed that and my keys putting them in my pocket. I also slipped on my shoes quickly.

"Come on, Daddy! We need to hurry up and get the stuff to make Mikey's cookies!" Bronx said in a hurry.

"Okay, let's go." I chuckled and let him pull me to the car.

Bronx quickly got into his booster seat, and buckled himself in. I didn't even have to tell him or help him do it. Most of the time he puts up a fuss and won't let me help him or anything. I got in myself, and started the car, backing out of the driveway with care. I don't want anything to happen to Bronx. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something was to happen to him.

We got to Target in a short amount of time. Bronx kept on talking about Mikey, and cookies the whole way there. It was cute, but in a sort of annoying way.

As soon as I was parked, Bronx undid his seatbelt and jumped out of the car. He waited patiently by my door for me to get out. Once I did and made sure I had my keys and phone, Bronx grabbed my hand with his small one. And led us to the store, not before watching the street. I will admit, he is a good kid. I love him with all my heart and soul.

Bronx dragged us to the food isle and went looking for all the needed ingredients to make cookies. Bronx led the way, plucking things off the shelves and handing them to me to hold. Which I did, and let him go on his way getting more ingredients. He knows everything we need, we've done this for Mikey before.

Finally, we had everything and started our way home. Bronx was carrying as many bags as his little arms could. Which was only two, and I was carrying the rest. We put them in the trunk and Bronx got back in his booster seat, and got buckled in. While I got in the front seat and started our short journey.

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"Bronx!" I said as my kid almost touched the hot cookie pan. He quickly moved his away, and gave me a saddened look. I immediately felt bad, "I'm sorry for saying it so mean, but you'll get burnt. We have to let them cool, okay?"