Patrick Stump Imagines

Pregnant (Part 3)

I laid down on Patrick's chest as we cover ourselves with the duvet. I listen to his heartbeat as he brushes my hair with his fingers. Usually, after sex, this is what we do until we fall asleep.

"Are you sore?" He asked.

"Not that much," I muttered. "But it was pretty good." I added. "Patrick, have you ever thought of having a family?"

"I do. You know, having a little Y/N and a little Patrick running around." He chuckled. "I know that time will come and it would be with you."

"You serious?" I look at him and smiled.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" He raised a brow at me.

"It's not like that...it's um...you know. You don't look like you're serious or something whenever you were."

"You know me so well." He said and hugged me close to him. "I know we have work for tomorrow, so I guess it would be good night?"

"Good night, Patrick." I said and hugged him back.

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I glance at the picture of my ultrasound before I tuck it in my wallet. It's a boy. I dash the tears forming on my eyes. No. Not in public, Y/N. Not here.

I wanted to cry because I am happy and sad at the same time. I do not know which prevails from the two emotions that are flowing in me. I am happy because it is a boy. Sad, on the other hand, is all about the bullshit that happened.

Before I made my way back home, I stopped at a boutique where they sell baby stuffs. It's better to be prepared than never.

With all the money I have, I managed to buy the things that a baby would need when he comes in this world--baby bottles, clothes and towels, mittens and socks and a baby bag, of course.

Just to satisfy my cravings, I ended up making take outs from the near-by Thai restaurant. Whenever my cravings are insatiable, I feel sick and feel weird.

I wondered what the baby would look like. What shall I name him? And the most important question is, how would I raise him all by myself? Would I be successful? Who knows? I don't even know.

I was stopped in my tracks when the rain poured, making me cover for a while as I retrieve my umbrella from my bag.

Usual things happen when I arrived--eat, rest, take a bath, cry for a little while and sleep. But this time, I did have a hard time to sleep. I am occupied about the baby and his future. I rub my belly and placed a hand on my chest and said: