Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

14. Parenting 101 (Patrick Stump)

"Hey babe?" You called, closing the door behind you.

"Shh." Patrick said. "I'm in the living room."

You walked into the room curiously.

Patrick was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, the youngest Wentz boy lying on the ground in front of him, kicking his legs idly.

"Why's Saint here?" You walked over to him and sat down.

"Well." Patrick wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "You know how I've been stressing about the new baby and all?" He rested his hand against your baby bump.

You nodded. "Even though you shouldn't be, since you're gonna be a great dad."

He shrugged. "Either way, Pete and Meagan thought it would be a good idea for me to babysit Saint for a little while."

"But there's a second one." You looked around for the other Wentz kid. "Where's Bronx?"

"Asleep in our bed, Saint didn't want to sleep." Patrick ran his fingers down Saint's stomach slowly. "He woke up and started screaming."

"Yup, that's what babies do." You grinned and rubbed the back of Saint's hand with your thumb. "So you better get used to it."

Saint looked up at the two of you and giggled.

"What's so funny huh?" Patrick cooed. "What's so funny?"

His baby voice was the cutest thing ever.

"Are you laughin' at me huh?" He leaned over and nuzzled his nose into Saint's cheek.

The baby giggled and you smiled.

"You've got nothing to worry about 'Trick." You said.

Saint yawned, his eyelids drooping ever so slightly.

"Well someone's finally tired." Patrick smiled and picked up Saint gingerly and held him to his chest.

"I will sing to you every day." Patrick sung quietly, rocking Saint quietly. "If it will take away the pain. Oh and I've heard you got it, got it so bad. 'Cause I am the best you'll never have."

Saint's little hand balled in a fist around Patrick's shirt. "Baby you were my picket fence, I miss missing you now and then. Chlorine kissed, summer skin, I miss missing you now and then."

You smiled at the picture perfect moment I front of you. Your hand rubbed small circles on your stomach. Patrick was gonna be a great father and you knew it.

"Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger. The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger." Your husband rubbed Saint's back. "Oh, we're fading fast, I miss missing you now and then."

Saint's quiet heavy breathing filled the room; his hand was still tightly wrapped around Patrick's shirt.

"Good job." You rubbed his arm.

Patrick looked over at you with a wide smile. "I did that." He laid Saint on the couch. "I put him to sleep."

"You did." You smiled encouragingly and hugged him. "Good job dad."

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