*5 months later*
The baby was due any day now.
Every time you did something, Pete became paranoid. Not only was that enough, Pete was spoiling you and your unborn child.
"Princess," Pete said, walking into your bedroom. "do you need anything?"
"No," you replied. "Do you need anything?"
"Sort of," Pete said, giving a small smile.
"No," you said. "you are not know the baby's gender."
"Goddamnit," Pete mumbled.
He walked over to the bed and laid down. You began playing with his, now bleached, hair.
You started feeling pain and you groaned. Then you felt wet.
"What's wrong?" Pete asked.
"The baby is coming," you said, quietly.
Pete immediately called everyone, asking for help.
He picked you up bridal style and walked out to his car.
"No more of the water breaking stuff in here," he said.
You soon arrived at the hospital. Still carrying you bridal style, Pete asked for a wheel chair to put you in.
You had the baby.
Pete walked in.
"It's a boy," you whispered.
A huge smile appeared on his face. "Bronx?"
"Bronx Mowgli Wentz," you said.
"Why Mowgli?" Pete asked.
"I don't know," you admit. "It just sounds cool."
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Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines
FanfictionThe first one, I can't say the only anymore, Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines! This book follows imagines with both Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump... but they're not together... it's you and either Pete or Patrick... ya weirdos. Requested welcome...
