M E A N D P E T E

P O S I T I VE

T I M E: 2 weeks after New Years Day

I paced back in force in the bathroom while I waited for the pregnancy tests' answer. Pete was laying in my bed sleeping. I woke up early so I could buy the tests and give him the results when he gets up. I bought 2 tests to make sure I was pregnant or not. The first one should be done any minute.

I missed having Sydney around. She moved in with Evan a couple months ago. She would've been pacing the room with me. I laughed and thought about all the great times we had together.

The first test was done. I took a deep breath and looked at the message. POSITIVE. I screamed internally. I was pregnant! Pete IV or Ashlyn Jr. was growing in me! The second test was ready. ||. TWO LINES!! Another positive. I started to cry. I was going to be a mom. I was going to be a wife.

Life was moving way too fast but somehow I didn't mind. I was excited for this new life. With Pete. That felt great to say. I put the evidence away and stuck the boxes under the sink. I grabbed my phone and texted Sydney first. I waited to call my family because I wanted to know how Pete felt.

I quietly crept into my room and saw a sleeping Pete. I couldn't wait any longer. So I jumped up on the bed and straddled him. "Petezzaaa waake uuuup." I whispered into his ear. He fluttered his hazel eyes open and smiled. "Why? Did you make pizza for breakfast?" I laughed. "No", he made a pouty face, "I have news." He rubbed my back. "And what's that?" He asked.

I rolled off of him and the bed and grabbed his hand. He stumbled behind me to the bathroom. "I need to pee." I rolled my eyes. "Go pee then. I won't look." I said. I sat on the floor, with a hand over my eyes. I could hear his pee his the toilet bowl.

I opened one eye and moved my fingers out of my eyes. Nice dick, I thought to myself. I couldn't help but to laugh at my own comment. Pete turned and looked at me. "Hey no peeking." I shook my head. "Jesus Pete we've had sex a million times. I know what your penis looks like."

He chuckled and pulled his boxers back up. "So your news?" He impatiently asked. I grabbed the boxes from under the sink and pulled out a test. His eyes widened. "I'm pregnant!" He pulled me into a hug and kissed me.

He moved down and lifted up my shirt. "Hello daughter or son. I am your father and I love you very much. I can't wait to eat pizza with you and watch A Nightmare Before Christmas." He kissed my stomach. "P, that's your child not your girlfriend." He laughed and kissed my stomach again. "I'm so happy. Truly happy. I've been faking this smile for so long. I realized I'm nothing without you." I said while tears formed my eyes.

"I love you Ashlyn. So much." Pete croaked out, as he too, getting teary eyed. A tear rolled down his cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb and kissed his forehead. "I love you too Peter." I meant it. Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III was my soulmate.

"Wanna get breakfast or something?" I asked as my stomach growled. "I can make pancakes, if you'd like." Pete offered. "We'd like that." I rubbed my stomach.

After stuffing my face with 6 pancakes, I laid on the couch while Pete took a quick shower. My phone buzzed and I grabbed it off the table. It was Patrick.

p: hey. busy tomorrow?
a: let me check my calendar
a: I am free! I'll talk to Pete once he's out of the shower. We have some big news to tell you tomorrow
p: don't do that! you know how impatient I am
a: I do know and that's why I did that;)

I set my phone down and closed my eyes. I had spent so much time with Pete, that being without him for 15 made me extremely bored. I heard the faucet turn off. Then the bathroom door open. But I didn't hear his door open. I didn't think anything of it.

I started falling asleep but I heard something drop. I opened my eyes slowly but then they widened. Pete stood in front of me, towel on the floor, butt naked. A smirk plastered on his face. "PETER WHA-" I screamed but he climbed on top of me. "Shush I know you're horny too." I couldn't lie, I was. I think it was the hormones.

But i wanted to have fun before getting naughty. I pushed him back and ran upstairs. "Get back here!" Pete yelled while laughing. I laughed too and hid in one of the guest rooms. I waited for him to come in. I heard the door open and him step in. I threw a blanket over him and ran out the door and down the stairs.

He ran behind me, hands holding his junk. I ran around the island in the kitchen, him very close. He reached out with one hand, the other hand being occupied, and tried to grab me. I jerked away and snuck into the closet in the living room. I waited a couple minutes, thinking he went to get dressed but boy was I wrong.

I took a couple steps out of the little closet and fell down on the carpet. P gently tackled me down and was now on my back. "PEEEEE GET OFFFF" I squeaked out. This wasn't good for the baby. But I wasn't even a month pregnant yet. They'll be fine.

"No. I finally got you. I WANT YOU!" He said as he kissed the back of my neck. I turned around the best I could. He straddled me, penis in my face. "You are crushing me and our baby. OFF!" I pushed him back and straddled him now.

"Now where were we?" I asked while kissing Petes chest and stopped at his shaft. He gave a devious smile. "Right there." I licked my lips then the tip of his member. He bit his lip and moaned. Was I really giving my fiancé a blowjob on our living room floor? Hell yeah. This was the kind of life with Pete. He was spontaneous as fuck. And I didn't mind.