Tiny Feet (Peterick)

Kiss and Tell

-Patrick's Pov-

After Pete kissed me, I honestly didn't know what to do. I kind of awkwardly stood there and then I fixed myself some coffee. Like who the hell does that?

It just came as a shock to me that he might like me. I bet he thinks I hate him.

Since I'm literally a piece of fried chicken, I pulled out my phone to text Pete instead of facing him.

To: Pete
So...what happened in the kitchen¿

Yeah, that's a wonderful way to address the situation!

From: Pete
Well, I kissed you, because I like you. I'm sorry about that.

I felt my face heat up.

To: Pete
I like you too...

I pressed send and waited for a reply, then I heard footsteps.

"Patrick, can I come in?" He said softly as he knocked on my door.

"Yeah, sure."

The door slowly opened and Pete walked over to the bed and sat down.

"Patrick, I really do like you."

I smiled, "I like you too."

"So, you're not mad at me for kissing you?"

"No, why would I be." I winked at him.

"So, you wouldn't be mad if I kissed you again?"

I shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind." I said jokingly.

He laughed and scooted closer, and then a little closer, until his knees were touching mine.

He placed his hand on my chin and pulled my head forward.

Our lips finally met in the middle. Pete's lips were soft and gentle against my own. He flicked his tongue out and traced the seem of my lips. I quickly opened my mouth, granting him access. Soon after that, we pulled apart.

I looked at Pete and blushed, because damn he is so hot right now.

"Do you want to sleep in here with me?" I said.

"Of course. I'd love to." He replied with a smile.

Pete pulled the blankets over us and reached over and turned out the lamp.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I placed my head on his chest.

"Goodnight Trick."

"Night Pete."

...

I looked over at Pete sleeping, the sun shining through the curtains really highlighted his face, causing him to glow.

"Patrick, I know you're staring at me." He said as he opened his eyes.

My face was probably about to combust.

"Sorry." I murmured.

"S'okay. I don't blame you, I'm pretty sexy." He said laughing.

"No, actually, I was thinking about how gross it is that you drool in your sleep." I giggled.

"So, what time is your doctor appointment today?"

"Um, noon."

...

"When will we find out if it's a boy or a girl?" Pete asked the ultrasound technician excitedly.

"Well, possibly after 14 weeks, but the best read is 18 weeks. So you still have about ten weeks." She replied.

"Awww" we said in unison.

That's like a month and a half or something. I was never good at math.

Once we left the doctors office, I asked Pete what does he want the gender to be.

"I've always wanted a little girl."

That's so fucking sweet.

"Me too. We should think of baby names."

"I've always like Rosemary." Pete said.

"Oh my god that's such a cute name! We could call her Rose for short! But I've always liked the name Rachel."

"Rosemary Rachel Wentz. That's actually perfect." He said smiling at me.

Rosemary Rachel Wentz. I love it.

"That's a beautiful name. What about boys names?"

"Hmm...Marshall. I love the name Marshall.

"How about Marshall Lewis Wentz?" I asked.

"It's perfect."

He smiled, took my hand, and laced our fingers together.