You Sang To Me - I'm Not Broken Hearted Trilogy, Book 3

Chapter 2 - Allie

            While I waited for my husband to come home from dropping Rose off, I cleaned up the house a bit. Rose and Declan's bedrooms had a bathroom between them that they both shared, and sure enough, bright blue hair dye was smeared all over the sink. I set to work cleaning that up first, before Declan could come home and complain about his sister, and then I went to clean up the kitchen from breakfast. Once I was done, I grabbed my laptop and settled down on the couch, beginning to type away at a new book. I wasn't there for more than two minutes before the far end of the couch dipped beside me.

I glanced over at Patrick, who was lying with his head back on the arm of the couch and a fedora placed over his face. I smirked at him, then turned back to my laptop. "That bad, huh?" I asked.

Patrick groaned in response. "She's just like you when you were her age," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?" I laughed, feigning offence as he peeked out from under his hat at me. He smiled, proud of himself. "I was nothing like her. She gets that from her uncle."

"That's true," he giggled, tossing his hat on the floor and sitting up. He scooted beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. He quietly read over what I had written, and I kept typing. Over the years, I've gotten used to him trying to sneak peeks at my stories before they were finished, so I've stopped bothering to push him away. After a moment, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to my neck. "I love you," he whispered, nuzzling his nose into my skin.

"I love you too," I whispered, turning my head to face him. He grinned and kissed me, leaning his forehead against mine when he pulled away.

"Alexandra," he whispered, making me grimace and lean away from him. I knew he was doing it on purpose by the look on his face.

"Patrick," I warned, glaring at him.

"Alexandra Stump," he giggled.

"Patrick," I hissed, closing my laptop like I knew he wanted me to. I placed it on the coffee table and scooted away from him, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

"Alexandra," he gasped, quickly crawling over me and burying his face in my neck again. Before I could push him away, he bit gently at my skin, making me squeal with laughter. Patrick laughed and kissed me again, quickly making his way up to my lips. He relaxed against me as our playful kisses turned into slow, passionate ones.

Twenty-One years, and this man still drove me crazy. We've had a happy marriage, though it wasn't perfect. We fought now and then, but never over anything too serious and never for very long. We loved each other more than anything, and I knew we would never be able to survive without each other. I think he knew that too, because he rarely ever toured without me anymore. Even when Rose was just a baby, it killed him to have to leave me at home. Now, the whole family went, unless Declan was willing to watch after his sister. He was old enough during Fall Out Boy's last tour that he could do that, and I was genuinely impressed with how well he did. He was growing up too fast, just like his little sister.

Patrick hummed contentedly against my lips, then slowly pulled away and laid his head on my chest, closing his eyes. "She hates me," he whispered, so softly that I almost didn't hear him.

"She does not hate you, Trick," I whispered back. I started to comb my fingers through his thinning hair, and he sighed.

"She's embarrassed by me," he countered, turning his head to look at me. I kept playing with his hair and smirked at him.