Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

24. Potty Words

I walked into my house dead on my feet, I didn't care if it was my birthday or if Pete had some elaborate scheme planned out, I just really wanted a nap.

But the house was quiet and instantly I knew something was wrong. Bronx should be screaming his head off from a sugar high fueled by all the junk food Pete had given him to keep him quiet and occupied while he watched TV.

There was a flour trail on the hardwood, strangely in the shape of little footprints.

"Pete?" I called. "Bronx?"

There was a giggle. "Shh." I heard someone, probably my boyfriend, hiss.

"Boys?!" I yelled.

Silence.

I followed the flour trail cautiously, not sure what I would find at the end.

"Stop playing you guys, where are you?" I walked into the kitchen.

It looked like a nuclear bomb went off in the kitchen. Flour covered every surface, weird food stains were on the counters and floors, as well as the ceilings. How did they get up there? There was a suspicious looking pink stain on the refrigerator door.

I sucked in a deep breath. "Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III!" I screamed.

Pete walked into the room covered in flour, he looked at me sheepishly.

"I told you she was gonna be mad." Bronx peeked out from behind Pete, just like his father, he was covered in flour.

"What did you guys do in here?" I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"We wanted to make you a cake for your birthday." Pete explained.

"Daddy said he could make a cake better than the stupid." He dropped his voice down to a whisper. "'Shit.' The store's made."

I glared at Pete, we had a silent conversation that went something like this.

Me: Stop cursing in front of your child!

Pete: I didn't know he was listening! And I didn't know he would repeat it!

"Daddy, what does shit mean?" Bronx looked up at Pete.

"That's a potty word Bronx, don't say it." I snapped.

"But daddy says potty words all the time with Uncle Andy and Patrick and Joe. He says stuff like fu-"

Pete covered Bronx's mouth. "Hey Bronx why don't you go upstairs and take a bath okay, buddy?"

Bronx looked up at Pete with wide eyes and nodded.

"I'll help you after I talk to (Y/N) ok?" He looked down at his son.

"Ok daddy." Bronx conceded. "Can you teach me more potty words?"

Pete looked up at me and I glared at him.

"Um, maybe later bud." He pushed Bronx towards the stairs. "Go."

"Put your clothes in the hamper." I reminded him as he ran up the stairs.

"Hey babe." Pete approached me cautiously.

"Peter." I said coldly.

"I'm sorry about the kitchen, I just wanted to do something special. I'll clean it up I promise." He kissed me quickly.