Patrick Stump Imagines/One Shots

3 ~ A Day in the Life

It was a loud crash from the kitchen that eventually woke me up. I opened my eyes, groaning at the alarm clock reading six in the morning. Lazily, I pulled off my covers and prepared myself for the mess in the kitchen.

Patrick reached over and held my shoulder, smiling sweetly, "I've got him."

I smile back. I would protest, but it is his turn this time.

"Alright, but you better wake me up in a few hours," I warned him and crawled back in.

He kissed my cheek and rolled out of bed, walking down the hallway singing G.I.N.A.S.F.S and snapping his fingers to the beat.

Trade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed Browns. I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes. I know it's strange. It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you. I'm supposed to love you.

I felt butterflies crawl in my stomach. Recently, I've gotten him to sing his older songs. He's always said he misses them, but never really sang a ton of the older ones.

I can't stop myself from listening to the conversation downstairs. I'll only be awake for another minute, so why not?

There's a shrill squeal and a giggle, "Daddy!"

"Mitchy!" Patrick laughs and says with as much excitement as his son.

Mitchell was basically the perfect child. He did what he was told - most of the time. He's smart and talented. He's lovable, adorable, healthy, and very friendly. I couldn't ask for a better baby.

That's not to say he didn't have downsides. Mitchell wakes up super early on a constant basis. He's done it ever since he was born and I have no idea why. This kid is so energetic during the day, you'd think he'd be so exhausted that he'd sleep longer - but no. I still love him more than myself sometimes.

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I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke up to the doorbell. Shooting up, I looked back at the clock. 11.

"Patrick..." I growled and threw on a t-shirt, emerging from the bedroom and into the living room.

I brought attention to Mitchell and he instantly ran to me, hugging me around my knees. I lifted him up to my hip, laughing and kissing his cheek.

The doorbell rang again and I wondered where Patrick could've went.

"Could you get that?" I ask Mitchell and watch him as he scurries off to answer.

"Patrick Stump! I have come to kidnap you!" the man says as he enters.

Mitch giggles and reaches up to him, "Uncle Pete!"

"Hey itchy Mitchy!" Pete says and lifts him by his armpits, swinging him around like a rocket.

I cross my arms and give Pete a smirk with a questioning look, "So... You're not only Super Daddy, songwriter, and bassist; but you're a kidnapper too?"

He chuckled and set Mitchell down, "If that's okay with your lady," he said loud enough so Patrick could hear (wherever he was).

"You look like you just woke up," Pete tells me and wraps his arms around me.

I hug him back. I hate him, but I love him like he's family - which he basically is, "Thanks, I did."

He pulled back and looked around, "Where is that Baby Lamb?"

I chuckled. Just before I could say, "I don't know", Patrick came from the hallway, dressed up in his leather jacket and fedora, "Present." He smiled and walked to my side.

"You giving her a problem again?" Patrick gives Pete a hard time.

Pete backs away, "I would never."

Patrick glared at him. It was the best and longest feud they've had. I knew Pete had some special little place for me, but it was never big enough to be in a relationship. He loves Meagan and Patrick to much to do that to me. It's still hilarious watching Patrick get so concerned about it.

Pete helps himself into the refrigerator and grabs a water bottle, tossing one to Patrick.

"You boys plan on going somewhere?" I asked, leaning against the wall.

Pete twisted the cap with his teeth and took a chug before answering, "Yeah, I've got a few things in mind."

I smiled, they haven't stopped hanging out together and I doubt that they ever will.

"Where to?" Patrick asked, hoisting himself up onto the counter. He barely made it.

Pete suppressed a laugh, "That's a surprise."

Patrick rolled his eyes and looked to the ground, "Oh boy..."

Pete looked from me to Patrick, "So, is it okay with your lady?"

"My man is yours," I smile, "as long as you bring him back tonight in one piece."

"No promises, but I'll try," he said and got a head start towards the door.

Patrick grabbed his phone and hopped down from the counter. He pressed his lips to mine and a smile broke it off, "I'll see you later."

I straightened up his collar, "Have fun."

After a brief goodbye to Mitchell, he was out the door.

"How do you feel about pizza for lunch?" I asked Mitchell, still watching the door.