Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

23. Surprise...

Joe Trohman:

You paced the bathroom nervously, holding the little package to your chest.

"Babe." Joe looked up from his phone. "Pacing like that isn't gonna make the time go faster."

"I know." You continued pacing the length of the room.

Joe sighed and stood up, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from pacing anymore. "You're nervous." He said.

"And you're not?" You looked up at him.

He smiled. "I'm terrified."

"Well you're not showing it." You wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Breathe in, and breathe out." Joe instructed you.

You closed your eyes and did what he said.

"Good." Joe kissed your forehead. "Everything is going to be fine." He rocked you in his arms slightly.

Five minutes later, just when you couldn't take the suspense anymore, the alarm went off.

You seized the stick sitting on the bathroom counter. Joe looked over your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist.

"What's it say?" He asked, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Positive." You said, shakily. "I'm pregnant."

Joe grinned. "Surprise?"

You nodded. "Surprise."

Patrick Stump:

"Declan Stump, please come to the principal's office. Declan Stump to the principal's office please, thank you." The school principal called over the PA system.

She looked over at where you and Patrick were sitting and smiled.

"He'll be right here in a couple minutes." She said.

"Thank you." You and Patrick both said together.

"Are you sure he's gonna like this?" Patrick looked over at you, as you both waited in the school office.

You nodded. "Of course he will, he's missed you so much."

"But like, he's gonna think he's in trouble." Patrick insisted.

You rolled your eyes. "Patrick, he's your child, he never gets in trouble."

"Yeah, but he's got a little bit of you in him too." Patrick grinned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You raised an eyebrow. "You saying I'm a trouble maker."

"Well you were a bad girl this morning." Patrick leaned over and whispered in your ear.

"Patrick!" Your eyes widened and you hit his shoulder. "Stop it."

He chuckled beside you and squeezed your hand.

"Here he comes." The principal said.

Patrick smiled and ducked behind the desk.

Your seven year old son Declan walked into the principal's office. His mouth gaped open when he saw you standing by the principal with your arms crossed.