There's No Coldness In California (Patrick Stump/FOB Imagine Short Story)

Part 10

(H/N/F/Y) = His Nickname For You

You plop yourself down in the cushioned folding chair, once again ostracized from the group of moms who are whispering to one another in a frenzied manner. A hint of paranoia plagues you as this morning's events play over in your head, Patrick's revealed secrets ringing in your ear. You doubt he's told anyone else about this, yet you feel as though the only person he didn't tell was you.

You're too deep into your own thoughts that you don't even realize that you're not sitting all by yourself today. Andy's there, having been the one to show up that day. The guys used to tell you who was coming and when, but they've since thrown that method away to take on a new one of surprise. Andy's one of the least hated guests that waltz into this dance class uninvited, Elisa appreciating his polite and reserved nature (as opposed to Joe and Pete who are like fathers at their daughter's softball game, shouting at them that they're going to do great and to remember to keep their eye on the ball).

"Something wrong, (H/N/F/Y)?" The drummer asks, snapping you out of the daze you've fallen into.

"N-No," You stammer, shaking your head and breaking your gaze away from the mirror that reflected the small girls - including your daughter - and Elisa warming up, "Everything's just fine."

Andy breaks into a cheesy grin. "(Y/N), I know you're lying. The last time you said everything was just fine was when you found out you were pregnant with Gabby and you were too afraid to tell Patrick."

You begin to blush in embarrassment. "It's that noticeable?"

"Oh yeah."

"Shit," You mutter with a chuckle, covering your reddened face with your hands.

"You're not pregnant again, are you?" He asks innocently, his voice barely above a whisper as Elisa silences the room to talk to the girls about the upcoming recital.

"Okay, girls, quiet please!"

You shake your head no before dropping your hands into your lap. "And thank god I'm not. Pat and I can't afford another kid."

"I have a couple announcements to make, so please listen."

The band member's eyebrows furrow in bafflement. "Wait, what?"

"As you already know, we've been working on dances for this show that's coming up."

You turn your head and meet his gaze. "You don't know? Patrick wasted all of our money on his solo album, and I mean all of our money."

"But there's one dance that we haven't touched at all - the solo."

"He what?"

"You all have been working very hard for this solo, but unfortunately it can only go to one person. And that one person is..."

"Oh, that's not even it all. He-"

"...Miss Gabby!"

Both your and Andy's heads snap in the dance class's direction, your daughter gasping surprise, a wide smile stretched across Elisa's face.

"Really?" Gabby shouts, her voice laced with a bit of excitement and a bit of disbelief.

"Really?" You repeat her, matching her tone and the other dance moms shooting daggers at you through their eyes, especially Bethany's mom.