Me and You Against the World (Book Five in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

Hand Out (Part Two) (Jaimee's POV)

"Nick! Jaimee!" Patrick shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "We gotta go!"

"Hold on!" I shouted back. "Come on," I laughed as I practically dragged Nick off of my be.

"I don't want to," he groaned.

"We have to," I said.

"Probably not," he chuckled. "They'll totally let us stay home alone."

"True," I said, letting go of his hand. "I don't really want to go, now that you mention it."

"Then we shouldn't," he said.

"You guys comin'?" Pete shouted, then I ran down the stairs.

"Can Nick and I just stay home?" I asked Pete as I made it into the living room.

"You don't want to come?" Patrick asked.

"Not really," I said, biting my lip. "I hope that's ok, because I don't want to be like a terrible daughter."

"You could never be a terrible daughter!" Pete laughed. "I don't care. What do you say, 'Trick?"

"You guys can stay home if you want," Patrick smiled. "We could probably use some bonding time with our little buddy here anyway."

"Daaad," Ethan whined, making us laugh.

"Thanks you guys!" I hugged them. "I hope you guys have fun."

"I do too," Pete smiled. "Ok, so don't burn the house down, if you go anywhere, let us know, no funny business, and no parties."

"And no sex," Patrick said.

"Dad!" I laughed.

"Hey! It's my job to protect my kids!" Patrick stated.

"True, true," I laughed again. "Ok, well you guys have fun!"

"You too, but not too much," Pete said.

"Goodbye, dad," I smirked, practically shoving them out the door, then slamming it behind them. "Nickkkk!"

"I would assume we're home alone?" he asked as he came down the stairs.

"Basically," I laughed. "So, what do you want to do?"

"I have an idea," Nick said, wrapping his arms around me and leaning in, gently kissing me.

"Nick," I giggled against his lips, wrapped my arms around him as well. "You know, Pete said no funny business."

"What they don't know won't hurt them," he laughed, leaning in and kissing me again.

"Seriously, what do you want to?" I chuckled, pulling him off of me and taking his hands in mine.

"I really don't know," he laughed. "What do you want to do?"

"We could watch tv or something? Netflix?" I suggested. "I feel like that's all we do though. We should do something fun. Something different, for once."

"Is it nice outside?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, I think so," I said.

"We could go swimming in the pool?" he suggested.

"Sure," I smiled.

He smiled back at me, then held out his hand again, allowing me to take it. We ran up the stairs and into my room. Since he practically lived here, he had everything clothing wise here, so he grabbed his swimsuit, while I grabbed my purple and blue bikini and walked into my bathroom. I quickly took my clothes off, slipped my bottoms on, slipped my top on, eventually getting it tied myself, then I threw my hair up in a ponytail. I grabbed my extra pair of sunglasses I had in there and put them on top of my head. I kicked my clothes into the corner - where a pile of clothes had already started - and then walked out of the bathroom. Nick was sitting on the edge of my bed, swimming trunks on, along with a white tank top. He smiled at me, then we walked out of my room, down the stairs, and outside into the backyard. As soon as laid the towel out I had grabbed onto the chair, Nick had already rid himself of his tank top and was two feet from jumping into the water. I laughed as he made a huge splash, then sat down on the lounging chair, putting my sunglasses down and grabbing a magazine that I had left out there from when I went swimming last.