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

Blowjobs in New Orleans?

(A/N: Sorry if there's  a lot of misspelled words. I can't use spell check on the wattpad app. WARNING: SMUTTISH STUFF AHEAD... THE TITLE SAYS IT ALL.)

"Hey, babe wake up," Brendon whispers.

"What," I groggily say hitting him.

"Do you want to see the Meagan's and Elisa's babies," he asks.

I quickly sit up and rub my eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes," he says laughing.

I nod, and he carries me out of the room and into Elisa's room. He sits me down, and I walk over to Patrick who's holding the baby.

"Hey," I whisper.

"Hey," he whispers turning around bouncing the baby boy slightly.

"He's beautiful," I whisper smiling.

"Do you want to hold Declan," he asks.

"I can," I ask.

"Yeah, you're his aunt after all," he says handing me Declan.

I gently pick him up, and I automatically start gently bouncing him. I can't believe in a few more months I'll be holding my own baby. I smile, and Brendon walks over beside me. He wraps his arms around my waist and smiles.

"I can't believe I'm a uncle," he says chuckling.

"Soon you'll be a dad," I say smiling.

I let Brendon hold Declan.

"Well, I'm going to see Meagan," I say.

"I'm coming with you this time," Brendon says handing Patrick Declan.

Brendon wraps his hand around mine, and we walk next door. Meagan's holding a baby boy too. Pete and everyone in the room's smiling.

"Congrats," I quietly say smiling.

"I always knew you two would make some good looking babies," Brendon says laughing.

Meagan laughs and says, "This is Saint."

Meagan hands her to me, and I whisper, "Hi, Saint."

I bounce him, and Brendon says, "You'll make a great mother and wife."

I laugh softly to myself. I hand him to Brendon who holds him for a little while. When we hand them back Saint, we stand outside in the hallway.

"I'm hungry," I whine.

"Me too. Let's go to the food court that's around the block, so we can talk about some things," he says.

I nod, and we walk out of the hospital. We get Taco Bell and sit down in the corner of the food court. Hopefully no one will see us.

"So when do you want to tell the media about the baby and the wedding," he asks taking a bite of his taco.

"Should we tell them soon," I ask him.

"I don't know. My parents don't even know anything as of right now... I'm sure they've seen videos from the concert, but they haven't heard it from me," he says.

"I've never even met them," I say.

"We could go up there and visit them. I haven't been home in a year and a half," he says.

"We could tell the media after we tell them. I wouldn't feel right with them finding out through the press," I say.

"Let's go right now," he says.

"What," I ask coughing on my coke.

"We're done touring as of right now until Febuary. The guys are all coming home anyways as soon as they can leave the hospital. They'll be there about the same time as us," he says.