patrick stump - imagines

Imagine #4

Whiskers on Kittens

Today was your first anniversary with your amazing boyfriend, Patrick. Life had been more beautiful, serene, and peaceful with him around. He helped you through the difficult periods of time, through the good, the bad, and the dirty. (😉) Patrick, in all honesty, was the one you wanted to be with forever. Through just a year, you knew it already.

You woke up bright and early to make a delicious breakfast for the two of you. Bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, and hash browns for the win. Patrick rolled out of bed around nine, which was perfect, as the food had been done and had time to cool.

Together, you ate in bliss, chatting about anything that came into mind. Everything was going right, until it decided to rain. It didn't seem to bother Patrick, so you payed no mind to it.

The day went on, and Patrick dragged you out of the house to the local animal shelter.

"Pattycakes, can we get a cat? I've always wanted one!" He looked over and smiled. Walking past the cats, two particular kittens caught your eye.

"On second thought, I want two. I read it's better to get two, so if you're ever gone, they have someone to be with," you explained. Patrick pulled you close, arm wrapped around your hip.

"Which ones were you thinking about, babe?" You pointed out the kittens, both little girls. Patrick agreed that you should get them, and soon, you were on your way home with a crap load of cat toys and other things.

"Have any name suggestions?" Patrick side eyed you while driving.

"Phoenix! She's orange! It works perfectly!" You squealed in excitement. He laughed.

"Are you naming it after my song?"

"Of course I am. I'm Fall Out Boy trash #1," you announced. Patrick laughed his amazing laugh once again.

"Pattycakes, name the white one." By now you were so excited to see what name he would choose that you were literally bouncing in your seat. He sat in thought for a minute before he finally settled on a name.

"How about {your ship name} as her name?" Your eyes went wide in shock and joy.

"Our ship name, Patrick? That's the cutest! Yes!" You arrived back home with your new cat babies. Once everything was set up in the house, you found Patrick cooking dinner. You wrapped your arms around his torso.

"I love you, Patrick. More than anything, and now we have cat children to take care of together. I really, really, really love you."

"And I really, really, really love you, but you need to leave. I don't want you to burn yourself on the stove," he giggled. You gave him a peck on the cheek before running off to find the kittens.