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

Say Something (Patrick's POV)

Well, after all of us sat and talked for a while, Pete grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. How rude!

"Baby, what are you doing?!" I asked.

"I have an idea for a present for Emily," he said as he closed the door to our room.

"And what's that? We already got her a bunch of shit," I said.

"Ok, hear me out, but you know the tour we're going on next week with Panic! And Twenty One Pilots?" Pete asked.

"Yeah," I said. "What about it?"

"Well, this is just me, but when you and Emily get together with your singing, it's pure amazement. I really think we should take her with us and have he sing a few songs with us onstage. Our daughter is talented as hell and I want her to show that talent and share it with other people," Pete explained.

"D-Do you really think she'd be ready for that?" I asked.

"I think she'd be more than up for it. That, and it's a great thing to end the summer with!" he said.

"You know, I actually kind of like that idea, but I'm still not sure," I said.

"Come on, baby," he said. "She has an amazing voice and just imagine the look on her face when we tell her that she's coming on tour with us."

"Alright," I said.

"She can come?" Pete asked as a big smile grew on his face.

"Yes," I said as I chuckled.

"You're the best dad ever," he said as he hugged me.

"It was your idea," I said as I laughed.

"I know, but still. It wouldn't have happened if you wouldn't have said yes," he said.

"Whatever," I said as I laughed again. "We should probably go back down there before they assume we're doing, uh, things..."

"Good idea," Pete said as he smiled and got up and took my hand. "One thing first."

He pulled me up and gently kissed me. What cam I say? Perfection! After that, Pete took my hand again and then we left our room and went back downstairs. As soon as we walked into the living room, all eyes were on us, of course.

"Before you jump to conclusions, Mr. Weekes and Mr. Urie, we did not do anything. We were just talking," I stated.

"Why are you looking at us and blaming us?!" Brendon and Dallon asked.

"Really?" I asked.

"Point taken," they said as they lowered their heads.

"Anyway..." Pete said. "I think it's time for presents!"

"Oh my god, yes!" Emily shouted.

We all looked at her and laughed. After that, we made Emily sit on the couch again and then Pete and I brought all of her presents over to her. She gladly said thank you and then Pete and I sat down. And by say down, I mean Pete say down on the floor and then pulled me into his lap.

"This is just me, but I think you should open mine and Brendon's first," Dallon whispered.

"Fine," Emily said as she laughed.

She grabbed the bag that had Brendon's hand writing on it and put it on her lap. She pulled the card out of it and opened the card. She read it and chuckled. I don't think I want to know what weird ass shit Brendon or Dallon wrote in there... Or maybe I do, but I'll have to sneak a peek later...

Once she was done reading the card, she pulled the tissue paper out of the bag.

"You guys!" she shouted.

"What?" Brendon and Dallon asked as they laughed and smiled.

"I love these pants!" Emily said as she held up a pair of pants that had one black leg and one white and black zig-zagged leg. "These are so cool! Hot Topic?"

"Well of course!" Brendon said.

"You know the girl so well," I said as I laughed.

"And these! God, it's like heaven!" she said as she held up a pair of pants that were black and had a bunch of rips on them.

"You're really easy to shop for," Dallon said. "When in doubt, Hot Topic it out!"

"Quote to live by!" Emily said as she laughed. "Thanks you guys!"

"Welcome deary," Brendon and Dallon both said.

"Us next!" Pete said.

"So impatient, dad!" Emily said as she smiled.

"It's a gift," he said.

"You seem to have a lot of those," she said as she grabbed the bag from Pete, Jaimee, and I.

"I hope you like what we got you!" I said as I got up.

"Where are you going?" she asked me.

"You'll see!" I said. "Just open the present!"

"Alright, alright!" she said as she grabbed the card and read it.

As I left the room, I heard her shout and scream. Pete, Jaimee, and I got her a Fall Out Boy shirt she's been wanting, a Panic! sweatshirt, new high tops, and then blue and black skinny jeans she wanted. I laughed to myself as I quietly opened the door to the closet. I grabbed an electric guitar from it and quickly wrapped a bow on the neck of it. I quietly closed the door and then looked over the guitar to make sure it looked perfect. Pete and I had it customized, so there were logos of Emily's favorite bands on it and it was paint splattered. Pete and I knew she'd love it so much.

I smiled to myself and then walked back down the hallway. I slowly crept into the living room, but Joe, Andy, Dallon, and Brendon snapped their heads and looked at me. I mouthed for them to move their heads back and they did so after they chuckled to themselves.

"Hey Em," I said.

"Yeah?" she asked as she turned around. "Oh my god!"

"Happy birthday, hun," I said as she ran to me and hugged me.

"God, I love you guys so much," she said as I handed her the guitar. "You guys are the best dads in the whole world!"

"Aw," Pete and I both said.

"Hey, it was from me too!" Jaimee said.

"And you're the best little sister," Emily said as she hugged her too.

"And there's more," Pete said.

"More?" Emily asked. "Guys, geez. Im not that important."

"Ah, shut up," Andy said as he laughed.

"You're our most important oldest niece!" Joe said.

"I'm your only oldest niece," Emily said.

"Exactly!" Brendon said.

"Anyway..." Pete said as he got up. "You might want to sit down, sweetie."

"Uhm, ok," Em said as she say back down on the couch and held the guitar in her lap.

"Emily, what Pete and I are going to tell you is a surprise to everyone else too, but I'm sure they're going to be fine with it," I said.

"God, just tell me!" Emily said as she practically fell off of the couch.

"Emily, what would you say if Patrick and I told you that you were coming on tour with all of us and were going to sing with us onstage?" Pete asked.

"I'd say that you're lying and that it's not true at all," she said.

"Well, get ready to die," I said. "Emily, you coming on tour with Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, and twenty one pilots."