Misunderstandings (Patrick Stump FanFiction)

Chapter 14

        “Dinner was great babe.” Patrick finished wiping the pot I had washed dry and walked across the kitchen. I stole a glance at him as he bent down to put it away.

        “Thanks... You got a nice ass.” I giggled a bit and he shook it playfully at me. I had to stop staring, besides, my hands smelt like dish water and I needed to wash them. I poured the soap into my hands and started scrubbing just to feel his arms wrap around my waist. I felt secure, like nothing could knock me down. He hid his face in my neck and started leaving little kisses all the way from my neck, to my shoulder, to my cheek, and then back down to my neck. I rinsed off my hands and dried them before grabbing his hands and leaning my head back. This gave him more space to kiss and that he did. Finally he kissed my cheek again and I needed to step into the action. I turned my head to meet his lips and slowly spun so we faced each other. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck. It was one of the best kisses we have ever had.

        “How do you feel sweetheart?” He pulled away so we could speak but our foreheads were still touching and lifted a hand to rest it on my stomach.

        “Like I ate way too much food the past few days and no matter how many times I get sick, it won't go away and keeps getting bigger and bigger.” We both chuckled.

        “Well, I'm sorry it feels that way, but you're still beautiful.” He bent down and brought both his hands to my stomach before planting a kiss at the top of it.

        “You're going to be a wonderful father Mr. Stump.”

        “And you'll be a fantastic mother Mrs. Stump.” He connected our lips again when a question popped into my head.

        “If we're both stumps, does that mean all our babies will be called seeds?” He started laughing. I knew it was stupid, but I knew some of the fans would ask when we publicly announced my pregnancy.

        “Come to think of it yeah!” He laughed a bit more before getting excited over something. “I got a surprise for you!” He grabbed my hand and led me towards the stairs and up to the spare room that we filled with random instruments, boxes, and everything else we could stick in there. “Close your eyes.” He had a great look of excitement in his eyes and I closed mine.

         What is so exciting about junk?

        He led me into the room and let go of my hand. I heard him run to the other side of the room and move something around. “Okay, open!” I slowly opened my eyes and expected to see a bunch of junk, but what I saw was a thousand times better.

        The room had been transformed from a junk room to a baby room. The walls had been painted white with blue stripes on two of the walls and pink on the others. I took a step forward and rested my hand on the changing table that sat at the foot of one of the cribs. It was filled with blue blankets, stuffed animals, and an overhead carousel that allowed the tiny fake rocket ships to go into orbit. I looked over to the other side of the room and found a similar crib that had all the blues replaced with pink and the carousal was adorned with animals instead. There were a bunch of oversized stuffed animals in the corners of the room and the closet was full with clothes. I felt tears welling up in my eyes when I looked over at Patrick who stood showcasing the room with his arms open.

        “Do you like it?”

        “I love it Tricky! Thank you...” I ran over to give him a tight hug. “But when did you have enough time to do this?” I felt his chest rise and he chuckled.

        “I got some help from Andy, Pete, Joe, Brendon, and a few other friends while you were visiting you parents this weekend.” He kissed my head and I let a tear sink into his shirt.

        “I'm so glad these are your babies... I couldn't imagine having anyone else' children...”

        “I couldn't imagine anyone else I'd ever want to have children with because I found the most perfect one before anyone else did.” He rested his head on the top of mine and we sat there, just taking in the fact that in a month, we were going to have two perfect little children to call our own. I yawned, we had dinner pretty late, and exhaustion has hit me hard since I've had to carry around other living things in me. I felt him yawn and started tugging him to the bedroom.

        I didn't even bother changing into my pajamas when I climbed into bed; I threw on an oversized tank top and some very comfortable shorts on earlier today and I felt perfectly okay with sleeping in it. Patrick stood by the bed, stripping off of his pants before climbing into bed next to me. As soon as he got close enough, I turned onto my other side so I was pressed up against him. He reached one arm around my shoulders and rested his other hand on my stomach, rubbing small circles on it. He started humming, which turned to singing, and kept on massaging my stomach. I loved when he did this, he knew his angelic voice helped me sleep and of course helped the babies according to scientific studies, so it was a win-win. We laid there, just snuggling in the dark with his lovely voice echoing through the room. I was on the brink of falling asleep when I had one last thought.

        “Little Patrick and Sedona will love their amazing daddy...” My eyelids were too heavy to open to look at him when he fidgeted at the sound of his name. He wasn't entirely on board with naming our little boy Patrick, but I was very adamant, and he always said my reasons for wanting to name him after his daddy were good reasons.

        “And their wonderful mommy...” He brushed my hair off my forehead and laid a kiss on it before I passed out to his singing.

        I'm married to the most wonderful man ever, and soon we're gonna have two children? I feel like the luckiest woman alive.