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

Timber (Patrick's POV)

"There," I said as Jaimee and I put all the bags into the vehicle. "I think we got everything."

"Plates?" Jaimee asked.

"Yes ma'am," I said as I put her in the backseat.

"Napkins?" she asked.

"I believe so," I said as I chuckled.

"Table covers?" she asked.

"Yupp," I said.

"Presents?" she asked.

"Nope," I said.

"You forgot Emily's presents?!" she asked.

"I'm kidding!" I said as I laughed. "How could I forget her presents, sweetie?"

"Good," Jaimee said as she smiled.

I smiled at her and then closed her door. I walked around the vehicle and then got into the drivers seat. I quickly drove off and then turned the radio up.

"Daddy!" Jaimee shouted. "Turn this up!"

I turned the radio up even more and then laughed when I heard the song that was on. It was "Sugar, We're Going Down," by well, us. I knew it was one of Jaimee's favorites, so I turned it up just a little more for her. She sang along to every word and it was the cutest thing I think I've ever seen.

Jaimee and I finally arrived home about fifteen minutes later. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw Emily running out of the house and towards the garage. I quickly stopped the car and opened my door.

"Emily!" I shouted.

"Oh god!" she shouted as she jumped and then fell.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?" I asked as I ran to her.

"I'm fine," she said as she laughed and then grabbed my hand and got up.

"Why were you running out of the house?" I asked.

"Oh," she said as she chuckled again. "Dad and I were being weirder than hell and he sprayed water at me, so I chased after him and poured water all over him- it was in the shower, so nothing got wet, you're welcome- and then he chased after me, so I ran out here."

"I knew I liked you," I said.

"Oh, you only like me because I didn't get the house wet?" she asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," I said as I started to walk away.

"Love you too!" she said.

"Oh, you know I love you!" I said as I ran back to her and hugged her. "Happy birthday, by the way."

"I know and I love you too, daddy," she said as she hugged me. "And thanks."

"Now, I know it's your birthday and everything, but can you help Jaimee and I carry some bags in?" I asked.

"Yeah!" she said as she practically bolted towards the vehicle.

I laughed and then walked towards the vehicle. As I looked back at Emily, she was getting Jaimee out of the backseat. Jaimee instantly smiled when she saw Emily and gave her a big hug. Despite her being ten years old, Emily laughed and hugged her back and spun her around and then carried her inside. She came back out and gladly grabbed a handful of bags, leaving all but one or two in the back, but then gladly grabbed those as well.

"Need help?" I asked as I laughed and closed the back of the vehicle.

"Nope," she said. "More than one trips means you're a loser."

"I see where I stand," I said.

"Ok, to anyone besides you, dad, and Jaimee, are losers if they take more than one trip for carrying things in," she said.

"So that means that Brendon, Dallon, Spencer, Joe, and Andy are losers?" I asked.

"Smartass," she said as she giggled.

"It's a gift that I definitely embrace, and remember one thing," I said.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Remember to watch your language around your sister," I said.

"I know, dad," she said as she smiled.

She continued walking towards the house and I caught up with her and opened the door. She ran straight into the kitchen and dropped the bags onto the floor.

"I think I was losing circulation in my hands," she said as she rubbed her hands and then put her gloves on.

"But more then one trip are for losers," I said.

"It's worth the pain," she said as she smiled. "You learn to deal with it."

"One of a kind there, Em," I said.

"Thank you," she said.

"Pete!" I shouted.

"Yeah?" he shouted back from the end of the hallway.

"Baby, Em's right here. I hope you know that," I said.

"I do know," he said as he snuck up behind Emily and splattered water in her face.

"Ah! Dad!" Emily shouted as she dropped her phone.

"Love you, sweetie," Pete said.

"Ok, before we have to buy a new phone and before we trash the rest of the house, lets set up and then clean up," I said.

"Music?" Emily asked.

"Yeah!" Pete said.

Emily picked her phone back up and then went to the stereo and plugged it in. She went through her music and eventually chose a song.

"Guys, guess what," Emily said.

"What?" Pete and I asked.

"It's going down! I'm yelling 'Timber!' You better move, you better dance! Lets make a night you won't remember! I'll be the one you won't forget! Whoa oh!" Emily sang.