Frank:

My stomach hurt a lot where they cut me open. I was now holding Charlie in my arms as Gerard wheeled us out of the hospital. People gave us weird looks, some even swore under their breath at us, but right now, I really didn't care. I was happy. I had my loving husband, my beautiful baby, and we were a true family now.

When we got home, Gerard ran to my side of the car, opened my door, and held out his hand for me to take. I gladly took it and managed to get to the front door without doubling over in pain and without dropping Charlie. If I were to drop my own child, I would know that I sucked at being a parent and that would be really fucking depressing. He opened the front door for me and when he went to turn on the lights, a bunch of people stood up.

"Welcome home Frankie!!!"

I looked around the room. Everyone we loved was here. Our parents, Mikey, Ray, Bob, Alice, everyone. I even saw my old friend Pete, but he looked really upset about something. I looked again, and I didn't see CC. He usually went everywhere with CC. I walked over to him after greeting everyone.

"Hey Pete?"

"Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"CC, he, he broke up with me."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know, we fought a bit, we made up, but, I guess we just weren't made for each other. He's already dating someone else."

"How long has it been since you broke up?"

"A month after the wedding."

"Well, that just won't do, we need to find you a man Peter Wentz."

"Well, that's the thing, I already did, but I don't think he likes me back."

I put my free arm around his shoulder and held him to me.

"Well, can you tell me who he is at least?"

"Yeah, sure, his name is-"

I turn my head after hearing the door open, trying to see who it was. It was a guy, he had a nice brown hair color, pale skin, a pair of black glasses, and a fedora on. He also wore a jean jacket and black skinny jeans. I've seen him before, but where?

Wait, black glasses, skinny jeans, fedora? Could it? Is it? Patrick?

"Patrick, Patrick Stump, what are you doing here?"

I stood up and walked over to him, dragging a terrified looking Pete with me.

"I heard you popped out a baby and why are you so surprised? Why in the world would I miss my best friend's welcome home party? I almost missed the wedding, I still feel really shitty about that also. Sorry for stage-diving during you're mini-concert thingy."

"Wait, you, you two know each other?" Pete asked in a worried tone.

"Yeah Pete, this is my buddy Patrick Stump, he was at the wedding, remember? Fedora loving midget stage-diving and almost killing Mikey?"

"I already know him."

"You do?"

"Yeah, can I talk to you for a minute really fast Frank?"

"Yeah, sure."

Pete pulled me aside.

"I know him because he's the guy that I like."


Patrick:

Shit, shit, shit. I'm freaking out. Pete just pulled Frank away and now I feel awkward. I really like Pete, but I don't know how to tell him, maybe if I talk to Frank? See if maybe he knows if Pete likes me back. I went to coffee with Pete a bunch of times, we hang out a lot, but lately, we've been drifting, he's been making excuses to leave and so have I. Fuck, what do I do?

I wait until Pete leaves Frank and then I move. I follow Pete to the backyard where he headed out. I wait until everyone goes back inside and then I approach him. He doesn't notice me so I clear my throat. He jerks around, startled, looking at me with fear-stricken eyes, like when an elephant sees a mouse. He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him there.

"I, I kind of wanted to ask you something."

"Um, sure, uh, what's it about?"

"I was wondering if maybe, you know, you wanted to, um, be my.....my boyfriend" I finished in a low voice, too quiet for me, and probably him. He looked at me with big doe eyes and asked,

"Wh-what?"

Great. Smooth move Stump.

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to be my boyfriend." I tried not to sound scared, but right now, if I had to choose between getting my arm cut off and asking Pete out with no help from anyone, I would ask for a bone saw. I was that scared that he would say no.

"Oh. Well, I was kind of gonna ask you the same thing."

My cheeks turned a rosy red and I straightened my posture, trying to look a bit manly, but looking more like a dork instead. Pete giggled and I shook my head, laughing.

"So I take it that's a yes, then?"

"Yes you big dork."

"I'm your dork though."

He threw his arms around my neck and kissed my lips. His beautiful lips felt like a velvety silk covered in rain drops, rain drops that tasted like cherry cola. I could get used to this.

Frank:

I looked out the window with Gerard and Charlie after everyone left to find Patrick Stump kissing Pete, dipping him a bit. Gerard took Charlie out of my arms and put him in his cradle, afterwards, he walked back to me and dipped me, kissing up my neck, to my chin, until he finally rested his crimson colored lips on my own. His kisses are like a drug, and I'll be the buyer.

Notes

Hello my dearest lovelies! How are you all doing today/tonight? I hope you liked this fluffy chapter. I wanted to bring FOB back into this, seeing as you saw only a bit of this. I'm probably gonna pair CC up with someone else but it doesn't matter since BVB won't appear in this that often. I hope you like the Peterick!

Anyways, Question of The Day/Night:
Did any of you see the Macy's Day Parade, and if so, what was your favorite part?
Mine has got to be Fall Out Boy performing. I liked almost everything else, but the kinky boots, damn, let's just say, some people should not be wearing biker outfits with knee-length leather boots. Especially the red ones.

I hope you all have a great night, I hope to see you as soon as possible, in about 1-2 weeks seeing as I am going to be grounded until we fully move in. I may be able to sneak my phone away for a couple of hours to type up a chapter for each story on late-nights during the weekends. Anyways, I love you all my babies.

XOXO
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