Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

88. Ieroween

Joe Trohman:

"Poor kid." You ran a hand over Nate's sweaty curls. "Sick on Halloween." 

"How tragic," Joe mumbled. "Here I thought I was actually going to get to go out with the guys tonight." He leaned against the door frame.

You shot him a freezing glare and returned back to caring for Nate.  

Nate coughed into his small fist and pulled the blanket around him tighter. "Can I have some water please?" 

"Of course," you kissed his forehead. "Joseph, get him some water." 

He nodded and left the room muttering under his breath. 

"Is daddy mad at me?" Nate looked up at you with big blue eyes. 

You shook your head. "No baby, he's not." 

"Is it because I'm sick? I can get better, I promise." Nate persisted. "Then he won't be mad at me." 

 "Don't worry about daddy, okay? I'll talk to him." You pushed the damp hair from his face. "You just worry about getting better, at your own pace," you added. 

Joe returned, holding a small plastic cup filled with water. "Here." 

Nate sat up quickly and took the cup "Thanks," he whispered quietly, not quite meeting Joe's eyes. 

"Joseph." You pulled your husband aside. "Nathaniel thinks that you're mad at him for being sick." 

"Thats ridiculous." Joe ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Of course I'm not." 

"Well then, stop acting like an ass," you hissed. "You're upsetting him." 

"I just wanted to go out with the guys," he complained. 

You rolled your eyes. "Stop taking it out on Nate and I. You can hang out with Andy, Patrick and Pete another time. This is your family that we're talking about here." 

Joe's eyes met yours, the anger dissipated. "You're right." 

"Aren't I always." You grinned and sat back on Nate's bed. "What do you want to do honey?" You asked, helping Nate lay down again. "We can watch movies and drink apple cider."

Nate nodded. "Can we watch Nightmare Before Christmas in our onesies?" He asked, excitement on his face. 

You smiled. "That sounds like a great idea. Do you want to change into yours?" 

Nate nodded and climbed out of bed. "I'm gonna wear my Batman onesie!" 

And so, your Halloween ensued; cuddled up together in superhero onesies, you, Joe and Nate watched Nightmare Before Christmas. 

At one point during the evening, a popcorn war broke out. That's where you found yourself, picking popcorn out of Joe's hair. 

"I'm kind of glad Nate got sick." Joe said quietly, looking towards his son's sleeping form on the bed. 

You pulled a kernel from his curly hair. "Is this worth missing that night out?" 

He nodded, causing some kernels to fall into your lap. "I'm sorry I was such an ass about it earlier." 

"All is forgiven." You pressed your lips to his. "Wanna go finish up that movie?" 

Joe helped you down from the counter. "I would like nothing better than that." 

Patrick Stump:

"How the hell did you talk me into this?" You whispered to Pete as you made your way up his friend's driveway.