Things Have Changed For Me (Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the Disco Fanfic)

Dreaming of a Future Family

When we get up to our rooms, Dallon and Kenneth are to our left, and Zack's to our right. Brendon pushes me into the room. There's a huge bed, a desk, three chairs, a dresser, a nightstand, and two lamps on the wall. My stomach starts killing me, and I get off of the bags. I walk towards the bed and flop down on it.

"What's the matter," Brendon slightly slurs as he staggers to the bed.

"I'm just tired," I say as I lay a hand on my stomach.

"That's a lie. I saw your face, and it looked like you were in pain," he says laying beside me.

"I don't know. My stomach just started to kill me," I mumble rolling over to look at him.

"It's been a long day. You just to rest," he whispers pulling me closer.

I lay my head on his chest, and he lays his head on mine. I listen to his heart beat and eventually fall asleep.

"Honey, I'm home," Brendon calls as he walks in.

"Thank God, I was starting to get really lonely," I say as I walk down the stairs.

"I missed you and Rachael too, but tour's over," Brendon says pulling me.

He leans down, and we kiss. Three months are too long.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you more," he whispers smirking.

"Daddy," a little girl, Rachael, with long dark brown hair in braids, hazel eyes, dimples, and a pink dress comes running in.

"Hey, baby girl," he says picking her up and spinning her around while she giggles.

"Can you and mommy come outside and play with me and Bogart," Rachael asks.

"Sure thing. You go ahead, and we'll be outside in a minute," Brendon says.

"Okay," she says skipping outside.

Brendon turns around to me and whispers, "So when are we going to have some time alone together, so I can show you some toys that I brought you?"

I can feel my face flush, and I smile like a idiot.

I swallow and mumble, "Definitely tonight as soon as she goes to sleep."

"Good," he whispers and picks me up, "now outside we go!"

I laugh, and he runs outside. Bogart starts barking and running everywhere in excitement. Rachael jumps up and down laughing. Brendon finally puts me down, and Rachael hands us a jump rope.

"You go first, Daddy," she says.

"Sh-," he starts to say.

"Brendon," I sternly say glancing at her.

"Right, I've been on tour for so long. I was going to say, 'Shoot, I suck at jump rope,'" Brendon says stepping to the middle of the jump rope.

"Says the man who can do back flips," I say laughing.

He looks at me and smirks. Rachael and I begin to spin it around, and Brendon doesn't even get to one. Rachael laughs, and Brendon and I switch places. They count off and begin to spin it around. I get to five before I fall on the ground. Brendon and Rachael start laughing. I look at Brendon who's bent over laughing his head off.

"Oh shut up," I tell him.

He looks up, and he's crying. It reminds me of our date when we went to the skating rink, and I kept falling while he laughed. He walks over to Rachael and whispers something in her ear. Then, he helps me up. Before I know it, Brendon's tying me up with the jump rope.

"What the he-," I begin to say.

"Can't say that word," Brendon says smirking.

"What the heck," I exclaim.

"Good job. Lets go get a ice cream," Brendon tells Rachael.

"Yay," she shrieks running back into the house.

"I swear if you leave me here like this... I'll," I say getting cut off.

"Why are you acting like this? Normally, when I tie you up, you're screaming and begging me to go faster and deeper," he whispers walking closer to me.

"Bren-," I whisper as he walks behind me.

He wraps his arms around me and begins to rub my inner thigh. I let out a gasp, and he pushes me. I fall against a bed. What the hell? We were just outside. I look down, and I'm completely naked. I look over to Brendon, and he's naked. I bite my bottom lip and smile. He crawls under the cover, and he begins kissing my neck. I let out a moan, and I climb on top of him. I gently bite his ear lobe, and he moans.

"Wake up time to go to the doctor," Brendon says standing over me.

"Wha-," I mumble looking around.

It was only a dream.

"Who's Rachael, and why were you moaning," he asks smirking.

"It was nothing," I say sitting up.

"Tell me," he whispers.

"Fine. It was about five or six years from now, and you came walking in the door from tour. We hugged and kissed then Rachael, I guess... our... baby came running in. She talked us into playing jump rope with her, and you ended tying me up. Whispering dirty things in my ear, and then we ended up in bed naked," I mumble.