Patrick Stump Imagines

Breakfast

A/N: It's been a while since I've updated and it's legit 12AM and I do not have energy to write properly so here's some fluff that I horribly tried to write. I hope you like this chapter!

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You set your daughter down on her high-chair before taking the fabric around your hand and using it to tie a messy bun with your hair. Tiffany banged her hands on the table in anticipation for her everyday perfect-family styled breakfast. Of course that exists.

"Okay, baby. Calm down. I'll go make the food while you stay here and behave, got it?" you spoke to the toddler. She nodded vigorously even though you knew she didn't understand a thing you said. You then started to take the ingredients out of the refrigerator as you recalled all of the steps to cook it from your head.

You were in the middle of transferring a pancake to a plate when you heard Tiffany laugh out of nowhere. Your skin started getting goosebumps as you went on to check on her, seeing no one or at least nothing to cause the smile on her face. You then felt arms around your waist as you turned around to meet eyes with your loving husband.

"God, Patrick. You scared the living shit out of me," you started (okay that wasn't an intentional reference so y'all can calm your horses down because I know how much you hate the puns). He chuckled mildly in reply before putting a finger over your lips.

"No swearing in front of the baby, remember?"

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Awe, man! I did it again, didn't I?"

"Yes. Yes, you did. And I think you should be punished."

You raised your eyebrows before playing with the top button of his shirt. "Now, that's soemthing you shouldn't say in front of a baby."

He just laughed softly before the both of you leaned in for a kiss, hearing your kid giggle in delight. You pulled away to meet your daughter's eyes gleaming with happiness only to be brought back to your husband's perfect ones. (I couldn't describe his eyes even if my life depended on it. His eyes are too perfect.)

"I think she ships us," he said softly. You rolled your eyes as he leaned in for another kiss which was rejected.

"You're the one who set up the rules in this house and you're the one who can't follow anything. What a sad life you may have." You pouted playfully.

"What rule did I break now?"

You pecked his lips softly before turning around and continuing your task. "No explicit kissing in front of the baby, right?"

"Ugh, life is so hard," he groaned jokingly. You laughed under your breath before you put all of the food prepared on the dining table, taking a seat across Patrick who was sitting next to Tiffany.

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You were almost done eating when you saw a hand grab a roll of bread from the center of the table. Curious, you looked up and saw Tiffany tapping her father's shoulder for attention. He turned to her as she used her unoccupied hand to motion to her open mouth, signaling that she wanted him to do the same.

"What? You want me to eat the roll?" Tiffany nodded. "I'm already full, love. Thanks anyway."

She shook her head no and kept on insisting her father to eat it until she decided that she was finally done with convincing him so she stuffed the roll in his mouth while he was talking, causing Patrick's eyes to widen. You started laughing so hard which led to Patrick asking you for help with a voice muffled by the bread in his mouth. Sure, he could've just taken it off with his hands, but he thought that it would've been rude to do that in front of her daughter who forced him to eat it.

Tiffany started laughing with you as Patrick started chewing on the bread lightly until he was able to talk properly. "Young lady, you are not allowed to do that! You could've just picked cereal but no! You picked bread!"

Your daughter pouted with tears evident in her eyes before you saw Patrick's face become guilty, pulling her in for a hug that calmed the toddler down.