What A Catch, Patrick (Patrick Stump/FOB Imagine Short Story)

What Part Don't You Understand?

You and Pete lie side by side, staring up at the ceiling with the sheets draped over your bare bodies, both panting to catch your breath.

"Still don't love me?" Pete dares to ask, looking over at you with a smirk on his face.

"What part of I don't love you don't you understand?" You turn your head and glare at him, "Just because we did what we did, doesn't mean that I love you."

"I don't know, (Y/N)..." He turns on his side and rests his head in the palm of his head, "That's not what you were screaming a few-"

"Oh my god, get out!" You yell, rolling away from him, taking the covers with you, and standing up out of bed. You turn around to face Pete who also rolled out of the bed and is now searching the floor for his discarded clothes. "If anyone asks, this didn't happen. In fact, you didn't come over at all."

"You can lie all you want, (Y/N), but what happened happened," He finds his shirt and slips of over his head. "And don't act like you didn't like it."

You shake your head, adjusting the sheets around you that were becoming looser.

He bends down and picks up something, examining it a little before tossing it over to you. "Might not want to lose this."

You use both of your hands to catch it and the sheets drop to the floor. You yelp and grab for the sheets, wrapping them back around your body.

Pete chuckles, "Aww, how cute, you're acting like I've never seen you naked before."

Your eyes narrow as you unfold your hand to see that Pete had thrown you your wedding ring. At that moment, it feels as if a heavy weight has been added to your chest.

He steps into his pants and pulls them up his legs, buckling his belt and saying, "Well, (Y/N), as much as I know you want me to stay, I must be on my way. Tell Patrick I said hi, won't you?" A smirk crawls onto his face.

"Sure thing," You snarl at him, standing back up and slipping the ring back on your finger, "And in the meantime, why don't I also say hi to my mother for you?"

"Actually, that'd be nice. Thanks. She's probably wondering how I'm doing."

"GET OUT!" You shout. He panics and stumbles out of your room, almost tripping on his way out.

You shut your bedroom door behind him and fall against it, sliding down until you're sitting on the floor. You stare at the messed up bed in front of you, what had happened flashing before you in a matter of seconds. You groan shamefully and cover your face with yours hands.

*****

You're standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner for you and Patrick. There's a knot in your stomach that you can't get rid of.

The front door clicks open and you can't help but tense up.

"(Y/N), I'm home!" Patrick calls as he strips himself of his jacket and makes his way into the kitchen. He walks up to you and goes to kiss you on the cheek, but you move away from him. He gives you a weird look, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," You mumble, turning off the stove and going to drain the pasta you boiled.

"You sure?" Patrick asks you, "Everything doesn't sound fine."

"Patrick, everything's just fine, okay?" You snap at him, looking back at him over your shoulder. He puts his hands up in innocence. You sigh and put the pasta back into the pot. "How was your day?"

"It was great," He tells you, sitting down at the table, "We didn't get much work done, though. We spent most of the day talking about how I'm going to be a dad."

You slam the pasta fork down on the counter and spin around to face him, "You what?" His eyes go wide. "Patrick, I thought I told you I wanted to keep it a secret and I didn't want you telling anyone."

"I-I couldn't help myself, (Y/N)..." Patrick stammers, avoiding your angry gaze for a brief moment before looking back up at you, "I was just so excited! I couldn't keep it to myself!"

You shake your head and turn away from him, "You fucking idiot...what part of keeping a secret and not telling anyone do you not understand?" You pick up the pot and just throw the pasta in the garbage, furious. "You know what, Patrick? How the hell do you expect me to trust you when you can't keep a little secret like that?"

"You being pregnant isn't a little secret...it's kind of big one."

"It doesn't matter how big of a secret it is!" You scream at him, tears of frustration forming in your eyes, "Because, Patrick, what's gonna happen when I haven't gained a single pound when the nine months are over and I don't go into labor?" You ramble off without thinking.

Luckily, Patrick just assumes your nervous and doesn't get the hint that you're not pregnant. He stands up and walks over to you, pulling you into a hug that you don't necessarily want. "(Y/N), everything's going to be okay. I know this is your first pregnancy and you're probably just nervous. But everything's going to be okay. I know it." He bends down so that he's eye level with your stomach, holding onto your hips, and whispers, "Hey baby boy or girl. I'm your dad and I'm going to always be there for you. No matter what."

You shake your head.

This has gotten too far out of hand. I need a way out.