So, this is totally different from the Pregnant one. 
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                              Whilst waiting for your husband to arrive, you and Declan watched Finding Dory for the nth time. It wasn't him who liked to watch the movie, but you. What made you repeat the movie over and over again wasn't Dory herself, but Bailey and Destiny. You even immitate the beluga whale whenever your son asks the location where his Daddy is. 
                              
                              When Dory found her parents, Declan looked at you and asked: "Mommy, how do you make a baby?" 
                              
                              You blinked twice at him as he was expecting a response from you. Trying to think of an explaination that suits his age, Declan immediately leapt on his feet and ran to his father. 
                              
                              "Daddy!" Declan cheered as you pause the movie and went to them. Patrick lifted the little kid in his arms as he glanced at you and smiled. 
                              
                              "How's the tour?" 
                              
                              "I missed you." He kissed your temple, then Declan's. "Should have probably brought you and this little champ there," he added. 
                              
                              "Daddy, how do you make a baby?" Declan suddenly asked, making Patrick shoot you a shocked look. 
                              
                              "Well...um...babies come from the heavens, darling." Patrick said, making you feel relieved. "It's when Mommy and Daddy became good to each other. The heavens will reward them with a baby, delivered by a pelican, and the baby in a white cloth." 
                              
                              "Can you be good to Mommy so I would get a baby brother?" You giggled and covered your face. 
                              
                              "You want a baby brother?" Patrick asked, looking sternly at his child. The kid nodded at him. 
                              
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                              After a day worth spending, you found your husband reading a bedtime story to Declan. You watched them as your little boy started to drift asleep. Patrick didn't leave until he has finished the book completely and when he did, he planted a kiss on the little boy's forehead. 
                              
                              "I remember when you said that you'll be a terrible father. I guess you were wrong anyways." You murmured as he closed the door quietly. "You've done a good job, Daddy." 
                              
                              "Declan wants a sibling." He said, placing the book on a table. 
                              
                              "We'll ask the heavens for it." You teased and poked your tongue out. He kissed your lips softly and placed your hands on his hips. 
                              
                              "How about we make one?" He teased. With that, he bent over and lifted you over his shoulder as you swat him on his behind. 
                              
                              "We're making one!" He blurted. When he reached the room, he was supposed to throw you on the mattress, but ended up on the floor, your back aching. 
                              
                              Let's just say you hated him all night for what he has done. No sex until your back totally recovered. 
                              
                              It all ended up with Patrick cuddling you so you wouldn't get radiant mad at him. 
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Patrick Stump Imagines
FanfictionCute and fluff imagines of the a(fe)dorable Patrick Stump :))
 
                                               
                                                  