Story Of My Life (Book Three in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

Story Of My Life (Sequel to Counting Stars {Peterick Mpreg})

So, you guys liked "A Perfect Mistake" so much and wanted me to do a sequel, and now, you liked the sequel "Counting Stars" so much that I have to write a sequel to my sequel. lol I'm not complaining though! I'm so glad you all love the stories!~

LET US RECAP THIS MOTHER FUCKER AGAIN, OK?!

Ok, so in "A Perfect Mistake," Pete and Patrick meet in college and ever since that one fateful night, they've been a couple. A few years later, Patrick and Pete find out that Patrick can get pregnant and well, is pregnant. About nine month later, they welcome Emily into their lives. They even get married, which was totes adorbs. At the end of the story though, a little twist was thrown in... The story ends with Pete telling Patrick that he thinks he might have the same thing wrong with him and that he thinks he's pregnant. AWWW SHITTT!!

In "Counting Stars," Pete and Patrick find out that Pete is, indeed, pregnant. Eventually, Pete and Patrick get into a fight and both Pete and Patrick drown their feelings with alcohol. From that, Pete winds up losing the baby and both he and Patrick are devestated. A little while later though, Pete and Patrick find out that Pete is expecting again. What a joyous moment! About eight or so months later, and after a rough patch with labor, they welcome little Jaimee into the world. The story ends with Pete, Patrick, Emily, and Jaimee having nothing but a fun time altogether. Their lives seem perfect!

AND THAT'S WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE, A PERFECT MISTAKE, AND COUNTING STARS! Oh wait.. It's just those last two. OOPS.

Hope you guys like this sequel as much as the first two stories!

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(Pete's POV)

Well, I really don't think my life could get any better than this. I've got a husband who loves me to pieces, the worlds best daughters, amazing friends, and an amazing band. Nothing could be better! I feel like I actually have a purpose in this world now. I used to feel like I was a nobody and I'd never find anyone to settle down with, but that perspective has definitely changed.

Things have been really great these past few years too. I can't believe that Emily is going to be fifteen today. Next month, she goes into her first year of high school as well She's growing up so fast! It's her birthday and Patrick and I want to make it special. Jaimee is ten and definitely has that little girl attitude, which is kind of adorable actually. What I can say about the girls though, is that they both definitely got Patrick's talent. They have no "talent" from me, thank god! They'd just embarrass themselves, haha.

Emily is actually an amazing singer! And I'm not just saying that because she's my daughter either. She really is amazing. Jaimee seems to have taken up dancing. No matter where she is, if she hears music, she's dancing. She's really good too! Those two are one of a kind, each, I swear. They're perfect!

"Oh Emily!" I shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

I waited for a good five minutes, but she never came down. I chuckled to myself and then walked up the stairs and made it to her door. Her and I were the only ones home. Patrick took Jaimee out to go shopping for things for the party. I gently knocked on her door and still no answer. I opened the door and Emily was still sleeping. I chuckled again and then walked over to the bed.

"Emily," I said as I nudged her. "You gotta wake up, hun."

"Why?" she mumbled into her pillow.

"If you must know, it's a special day," I said as I laughed.

"And why's that?" she asked.

"It's your birthday, silly!" I said.

"How could I forget that?!" she asked as she shot straight up in her bed.

"Beats me," I said. "Anyway, happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Thanks daddy," she said as she hugged me; yes, she's fifteen and she still calls me daddy.

"Patrick and Jaimee are out shopping, so it's just us. You should probably get up and get dressed first and then when you're done, come down into the kitchen," I said. "You should probably fix that mess on top of your head."

"Dad!" she whined as she grabbed a pillow and put it over her head.

"Hey! You could be starting a new trend or bringing the beehive hairstyle back!" I said as I laughed and got up and backed out of the room so she wouldn't get up and hit me.

"You suck, dad!" she shouted at me.

"Love ya, deary!" I said as I laughed again and then made my way back downstairs.