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

Rolling in the Deep (Patrick's POV)

Well, after another forty minutes of Brendon talking, Emily and him singing, and then goofing around, Panic!'s set was finally finished. In all reality, it probably should have taken at least twenty five minutes to a half hour, but we know how Brendon is. The guy loves to talk. It's kind of ridiculous actually, but we love him anyway.
Anyway, now it's finally Fall Out Boy's turn to rock the stage. As we speak, the stage hands are clearing out Panic!'s things so we can get to business. They should be done in a matter of minutes, so the crowd shouldn't get super restless.




"Em is still singing with us right?" Joe and Andy both asked.
"Yeah, I think so. Why?" I asked.
"Because she's no where to be found... Again," they said.
"Are you fucking serious?" I asked.
"Not bullshitting you," Joe said.
"Jesus fucki- PETE!" I shouted.




Pete instantly turned his head and ran towards Joe, Andy, and I.




"What? What's going on? Is everything ok?" he asked.
"Apparently our daughter is no where to be found again. I mean it's not that big of a deal since she's on later in the show with us, but still. What in the hell?" I said.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Pete said as he groaned and shook his head.
"We could go find her, only if you guys want," Joe and Andy volunteered.
"No," I said. "Let her figure this out for herself. If she's not back in time for her performances, then that's her fault. If she wants to do this for a living, then she's going to have to learn the hard way."
"Wow, Patrick," Joe said as he laughed.
"I like the feisty Patrick," Andy started, which made me chuckle a little.
"You're welcome," I said.
"It's kind of hot," Pete said.
"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the Third!" I said as I laughed.
"What?! I'm just stating the facts!" he said.
"You're definitely one of a kind, baby," I said as I kissed him.
"Not in front of us, guys! UGH!" Joe and Andy whined.
"Oh shut up," I said as I laughed.
"Hey, I have an idea," Andy said.
"Oh god," Pete said.
"We should do those stage dares again," Andy said.
"Oh my god. YES!" Joe agreed.
"Depends on what they are," both Pete and I said.
"Ok, well, Pete, I dare you to kiss Patrick onstage in front of everyone during The Shipped Gold Standard," Andy said.
"I can do that," Pete said as a grin grew across his face.
"Pete," I whined as I chuckled.
"And Patrick, I dare you to announce to the whole crowd that you're expecting again," Joe said.
"God fuck you Trohman," I said.
"Hey! You gotta do it!" they both said.




*A/N* I LEAVE IN TEN MINUTES TO START HEADING TO MILWAUKEE AHHHHH