Switched at Birth (A Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 3

(Kristina's POV)

The family standing next to me was none other than the Stump's.

I guess the doctor noticed my shocked facial expression because he laughed and said, "I guess you know of them?"

I fiercely nodded, and then I calmed down. Then I suddenly became aware of what I was wearing, my Fall Out Boy crew neck, and blushed. It just got awkward.

(Patrick's POV)

My real daughter nearly fainted, and so did I. The resemblance she has with Elisa and me is uncanny. She has Elisa's hair, eyes, and little hands, feet, ankles, and wrists. She has my cheekbones, skin color, height, and I couldn't help but notice, my little belly. I look at and her and just smile. I mean I love the girl I raised for 14 years, but it's nice knowing that now we have our child.

I could tell my daughter wasn't really my daughter for awhile. She didn't look like us and didn't act like us. But I never really thought about it until she had a blood drive at school and hers couldn't be hers with what Elisa and I had. It was scientifically impossible. It broke our hearts, but we had to find our real daughter.

Kristina, our real daughter, walks up to Elisa and I while Laura, the child we thought was our daughter, walked to her real parents. I looked at the father and he could tell that she was his daughter. I smiled because it seems everybody is going to get their real family.

"Hi," Kristina says, putting out a shaking hand to me. She was still blushing after she realized she was wearing my band's merch. I thought it was sweet though, so did Elisa. I refuse to take her hand. Instead, I hug her. After all, she is my little girl, and you don't shake hands with your little girl. Elisa joins in on the hug too. I hear a door close and notice the doctor left. He's probably giving us family time.

"I would say its an honor to meet you, but your my parents, so that might make it weird," Kristina says with nervous laughter.

"I understand," I say reassuringly. "We are excited to get to know you, and we hope you feel the same way."

She smiles and nods. I can tell she is more comfortable now. We hear the door open, and the doctor walks in with papers in his hand. Everybody faces him.

"I can tell this is going to end well," the doctor started, "so, I went and got this paper work to change the girls' birth certificates and last names. If that is all right with you, girls."

Kristina and Laura nod and say yes excitedly. The doctor smiles and everybody fills out the paper work.

"Now, I was hoping to get to know you better, but first, let's get your things in our house and Laura's things in your old house," I plan.

The Milani's agree and we do it quite quickly because neither of us like long goodbyes. Both of the girls had 4 suitcases of things. We traded things so I had Kristina's things, and they had Laura's things. Everybody finally gets home by 11 at night.

(Kristina's POV)

I'm going to miss Mom and Dad, or Mr. and Mrs. Milani I should say now. I spent almost 15 years with them! But I still cannot believe that Patrick Stump and Elisa Stump are my parents. This is unreal! But it all makes since now. I notice all the physical similarities I have with them, but I also realized some other similarities I have with Patrick, or Dad, that he doesn't know about. We are both smart and awkward, have a good memory, and can sing. Mr. and Mrs. Milani don't have any of those qualities. But I'm not going to mention that. I don't want them thinking I'm a crazed fan.

Pa-, Dad I mean. That's going to be hard to get used to. Same with El-, Mom! Anyways, Dad pulled up at my new house, and its huge! I figure it would be, but wow! He looks at me through the rear view mirror and lightly chuckles. I then realize my jaw was dropped, so I closed it, blushing in the process.

"Here is your new home," he says smiling.

"I will show you around, ok?" Mom says. I just nod. I've been really quiet since all of this happened, after the outburst anyway. I hope they don't think I'm shy. I'm really not. I'm just in total shock and no words can explain what I'm feeling.

Dad unlocks the door, and it looks even bigger inside!

"Wow!" Is all I can manage to say. They laugh, and Dad gets my bags one at a time to bring to my room, while Mom does exactly what she says and shows me around.

The entire house has 6 bedrooms and bathrooms, a living room, laundry room, kitchen, bar, game room, music studio (which I stood in awe at), indoor pool, and just one huge empty room. When we got to that one, Mom said it was for parties and dances.

After touring for about 10 minutes, we get to the last door, "This," she says, "is your room." It was huge, but I had plans on redecorating. It was all mostly pink. That's a no-no. The bedroom had its own bathroom! That made me the most excited! After I looked around it for a while, Dad came in with my last bag.

"Well, what do you think?" He asked.

"This place is awesome!" I practically yell in excitement. They laugh happily at my excitement. I sit down on my bed and they sit close on either side of me, each putting an arm around me. I felt so loved. I mean, I felt loved before, but this time it is different. This time there are similarities, excitement, and I can remember day one with them, which nobody else can say about their parents.

"I just want to say I feel really good about all this, Pa-, I mean," but before I could say "Dad," he cut me off.

"Don't worry about it," he laughed. "We don't except you to start calling us Mom and Dad right away. It's something you have to get used to."

"Yes," Mom started, "we aren't going to pressure you to call us Mom and Dad. We realize you are used to calling other people that, and you are used to referring to us as something else, and that's ok. We aren't even going to pressure 'I love you' yet."

They are both so understanding. "Thank you," I say. "It really means a lot." With that, I yawn. It is now 11:30 and I have had a long day.

"I was wanting to get to know you better, Kristina, but how about we go to sleep and worry about that tomorrow?" Mom asks.

"I'd love that. Thanks. I'm really tired right now," I say yawning.

We all hug and say goodnight. After they leave, I go in my bathroom to wash up and put on my pajamas. After that, I turn off the lights and make my way to the bed. I find my iPod on the nightstand sitting next to my bed. I set the timer for 30 minutes and put "Lullabye" on repeat. I get in bed, and my dad softly sings me to sleep.