Sweetheart. (Patrick Stump Imagines)

sleep / pumpkins

You and Patrick are taking a nap when suddenly he jolted awake as he remembered that he needed to run to a pumpkin farm for tonight's Halloween celebration.

You also stirred awake as you felt the bed moving and your husband move quite wildly.

"Patrick, what the hell?" You asked quite irritably as you were suddenly woken up from the subtle commotion.

Patrick leaned down and kissed your lips. "I'm sorry, mon cheri. I have to run to the pumpkin farm."

You groaned as you reached up to grab him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to you until he stumbled back down on the bed with you. "No, you're not going anywhere far from this bed." You huffed, hanging your leg over his hip.

"But the pumpkins, amor. It's Halloween!" Patrick gently protested.

"We can do other stuff later. Let's get the rest that we deserve for now, love." You said, cupping the side of his face your hand, making sure to slur your endearment to him just the way he loves to hear it stumble from your pretty mouth.

Patrick groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Fiiiiine." He dragged, which made you chuckle.

Soon enough, both of you were comfortably sleeping through a day in the afternoon of November.