Ch. 26
It was finally Christmas morning, and me and Bronx were the first ones to wake up. I smiled at him as we stood outside of Patrick's room. "One... two... three!" I yelled. We barged in and jumped on Patrick "Tricky! Tricky, wake up! Wake up, Tricky, it's Christmas!" Patrick sat up and sighed, then went back to sleep. "Uncle Patrick, wake up! We have presents to open," Bronx said. Patrick smiled and brushed my hair. "Give me five minutes and we'll come down," he said. I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Hurry up!" I yelled. I went into Declan's room and saw that he's awake. He smiled and began to babble. "Hi, Ducky. Are you excited for your first Christmas?' He only gurgled and clapped his hands. I picked him up and changed him into a candy cane onesie, then went downstairs.
"Sammie! Look at all the presents Santa left me!" Bronx exclaimed. "He even ate all the cookies!"
I sat down next to Patrick and held on to Declan. Bronx got so happy when he got every one of his presents. It was so cute when Bronx even got a Power Wheels Ford that he can drives in. I got a video of it too on my phone. I watched as they all opened their gifts I got for them. I got Andy a book of exotic vegan recipes, Joe got Mario Kart , Pete got a shirt that read "Who needs a band when you have pizza?", Meagan got a pair of high heeled boots (since her other one broke), and Marie got a handmade quilt. I fidgeted Patrick's present in my hand, nervous to the core. Patrick smiled at me and I shyly handed it to him. "M-merry Christmas, daddy. I hope you like it," I said. Patrick took the box and tore off the present, revealing a small box. He opened it and held up a necklace with thirteen white guitar picks.
"Read it. Each pick says something," I said.
So he did. Out loud. I blushed as he spoke up. "P stands for protective, A stands for adorkable, T stands for teddy bear, R stands for role model, I stands for inspiring, C stands for cuddly, K stands for kind, S stands sweet, T stands for talented, U stands for understanding, M stands for my hero, P stands for papa," he said. As he got the last pick, I saw that his eyes were welling up. The last one read, "I love you so much, daddy. Merry X-Mas"
"Awwwwww," Meagan and Marie said.
Patrick stared at it and looked up at me, tears going down his face. "Come here," he said. I got up and hugged him tightly. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever gotten me. Thank you, baby girl," he said. I smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're welcome, daddy. I'm glad you like it. I was worried that you wouldn't like my gift," I said. Patrick pulled me away and smiled. "No, I absolutely love it. Thank you," he said. He handed me a black box with a silver bow. "Open it," he said. I smiled and tore open the box. I peered inside and screamed with joy. I tackled Patrick with a bear hug and kissed his cheek several times.
"IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!" I screamed.
"I knew you'd like it," Patrick laughed.
I squealed and took out the replica of the Black Parade Jacket. "Look at it! Look at it in all it's My Chemical Romance glory!!!" I screamed. I slipped it on and I shivered. "Oooohhhh. Patrick, you are the best father in the world!" I exclaimed. I whipped out my phone and took a selfie. I sent it to Instagram and Twitter, captioning it "Daddy just got me the Black Parade Jacket for X-Mas. Love him for life!" I sat down and took Pete's present.
"Is there more band merch inside?" I asked.
Pete smirked and I stared at him warily as I opened my present. I smiled and wiped my eyes clean of tears. "Thank you, Petey Pie," I said, holding up the new American Beauty/ American Psycho flag. "I'm going to find a place to put in my room," I said. I folded it back inside with the rest of the preorder (cause that's what he got me) and I waited for my next gift. Andy got me an amp for my guitar, Joe got me black Bluetooth beats, Marie got me black ice skates with a skull designed on it.
