Switched at Birth (A Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 6

(Kristina's POV)

After Mama and Daddy said they were going to get a shower, I took that as an opportunity to listen to Fall Out Boy while I unpack. I plugged my iPod into my dock and turned up my playlist really loud. On this play list, I have nearly every Fall Out Boy song and all of my dad's solo stuff. Is that weird? I was set to unpack.

I, of course, was singing along. I unpacked all my clothes into my awesome walk-in closet. It had room for all of my shirts, bottoms, dresses, pajamas, socks, underwear, bras, shoes, coats, jackets, and purses. I was highly amazed. I have A LOT of shirts.

I put my alarm clock, CDs, CD player, headphones, and zebra lamp on my nightstand next to my bed. It had a tiny bookshelf under it for all my books. I also had a desk on the other side of my room. I put all my paper, pens, pencils, all the other office stuff on it or in it.

I see a big, wooden cabinet on another wall, I open it and it was for all my jewelry. I don't have a lot, so it is nearly empty.

I see this really nice shelf hanging on the wall, so I put all my academic awards on it. I have one music award, too, but it's just paper.

I went into my bathroom and put all my body stuff, perfume, lotion, and makeup in there. It was a good thing the counter was long because I had a lot of perfume.

Everything was in its rightful place, except for my posters. I have a couple cute little animal ones, a Big Bang Theory one, a one defining how music makes you feel, and a Fall Out Boy one. I didn't want to put up my Fall Out Boy one. People don't put up their dad's poster on the wall. But, people do put pictures of their family on their walls, right? And one of them is my family, so I don't see the harm.

I finish unpacking after 45 minutes. I turn off my music and walk down stairs to see my parents all dressed up. Daddy in a suit; Mama in a dress. "Why are you both so dressed up?" I ask.

"We wanted to celebrate getting our real daughter, so we are going out to eat an early supper. When we come home, we can do whatever you want," Dad says.

"Awesome! I'll go change into a dress, too," I say and run upstairs to get changed.

(Patrick's POV)

While Kristina ran up stairs, I heard a loud bump, followed by an "I'm ok!" Elisa and I laughed. Our daughter is clumsy; she gets that from both of us.

"Are you excited?" I ask Elisa.

"I sure am," and with that, she kisses me. We kiss deeply for a few minutes, and when we let up I see Kristina. She has one finger over her pursed lips telling me to be quiet. I look deeply into Elisa eyes. I can see out of the corner of my eye Kristina sneaking up on her. Then, I hear I quick scream as she kindly grabs Elisa's sides. Elisa jumps and screams, and Kristina is dying laughing; I'm laughing too, but not as hard as her. Elisa took this the perfect opportunity to show off her strength. She grabs Kristina by the sides picks her up and and playfully, but hardly, puts her down on the couch facing up. Her head near my lap. Then, Elisa gets on top of her and starts tickling her. I'm laughing really hard now.

"Help, Daddy!" Kristina barely makes out.

"Nope!" I say and start tickling her, too.

She is laughing so hard, and she said in between breathes, "It hurts to breathe!"

Elisa and I stop and hold her down. Elisa sitting on her stomach, and me holding her shoulders. Kristina is still laughing.

"See what happens when you scare your mother?" Elisa says, trying to be scary. "Don't let it happen again!" She playfully yells.