Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Pete Imagine #10

You walked into Bronx's room to give him his lunch. "Bronx," you said. "I have your lunch." Bronx came out from his closet with little drawings all over his arms.

You stared at him wide-eyed. "Why do you have drawings on your arms?" You asked.

"They're not drawings," Bronx pointed out. "they're tattoos. Like daddy's."

You set Bronx's lunch onto a little table and went to Pete's room. "PETER WENTZ!" You yelled.

Pete was laying down on the ground. "You called?" He said.

"Did you say your son could have tattoos?" You asked.

"No," Pete replied.

You put your foot on his chest. "I swear to God, Pete," you said. "if your lying to me, I'll kill you."

"I'm not lying!" Pete insisted.

You and Pete went into Bronx's room. Pete picked Bronx up and brought him to the bathroom. You tried to scrub the 'tattoos' off, but they wouldn't come off.

"Bronx," you said. "what did you draw these with?"

"A black marker," Bronx replied. "I think it was called a Sharpie."

You looked at Pete as he looked at you. "We're going to be scrubbing all night," Pete said.

"No," you said. "we don't have to scrub all night. Bronx could just stay like his daddy."

Bronx's eyes lit up. "I want to be like daddy!" Bronx said, happily.

"Then daddy is going to take care of this mess," you said. "Not me."

Pete looked at you. "What?"

You said, "You are going to talk to his teachers if they ask why he has 'tattoos'. You are going to talk to the guys about why he drew on himself. You are taking care of anything related to these little tattoos."

"I hate you," Pete said.

"But you gotta love me," you said.

"I do," Pete replied, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Eww," Bronx said, at the site of Pete giving you a kiss.

Pete grabbed a bar of soap and looked at Bronx. "Let's clean you up, buddy."