Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Patrick Imagine #8

A/N I know I just did one about the same thing. Don't hate me.

You decided to wear one of Patrick's sweater, because if you wore anything else you could see your baby bump, and you weren't ready to tell Patrick you were pregnant. Especially, when you two weren't even married yet.

"(Y/N)!" You heard Patrick call out, from the downstairs bathroom.

You went downstairs to see why he had called you. "Yes?"

Patrick held up a pregnancy test. "I-is this y-yours?"

"Oh shit," you mumbled. "It's mine."

Patrick examined it again, seeing that it had two pink lines, meaning positive. "W-we're going to ha-have a kid?"

You sigh. "I don't know."

Patrick walked over to you. He put your foreheads together and put your hands into his. "Do you want a kid?" You asked. "I want a kid," Patrick admitted. "Especially, when it's with you. Please keep it. Please fucking keep it."

You nodded, smiling.

"So," Patrick said, letting go of your hands and putting one of his on your stomach. "we're having a kid?"

"Yeah," you said. "we're having a kid."

Patrick immediately smiled. Both of you sat down. Patrick put your head onto his lap. He kept his hand on your stomach.

"Hi," he said to your stomach. "I'm your daddy. I'll give you anything you want. I'll give you a perfect life. Your mommy is a beautiful woman, so hopefully you come out a handsome boy or a beautiful girl, just like her. I love you very much. And, by the way, if you're a boy, your name is going to be Declan."

"If you're a girl," you added. "your name is going to be Emerald."