Derek Bloom || {I'd Hate To Watch You Cry} || Pete Wentz 1.

Chapter 12 (continued.)

"That's not even funny," I said, rolling my eyes.

The tension was officially gone.

"You're no fun pregnant," he countered. "You suck all the fun out of everything!"

"Get used to it. Eight more months of it are coming your way." I turned on my heel and walked off to the bedroom, grinning as Pete groaned.

"You take pleasure from my misery, don't you?" he scowled.

"Perhaps. But that's not the only think I take pleasure from."

"Wow. That sounded dirtier than I expected."

"I live with you don't I?"

"Oh fuck off."

I put my hands on my tummy, a look of mock horror on my face. "The baby can hear you!"

He rolled his eyes and smiled, walking up to me. He smiled and kissed me softly. "This is gonna be fun."

"Wipe the sarcasm off your mouth before I do it for you."

He leaned in, waiting for me to do so. My eyes narrowed and instead, I smacked him upside the head.

"OW!"

"That's for giving me lip!"

"I was hoping for tongue, actually."

My eyes widened and I wound up for another smack. He retaliated and ran to the bed, ducking under the covers.

"Jackass," I muttered, rolling on my side and turning out the light. No sooner had the room darkened then did two hands find their way to my hips. I shimmied as he fiddled with my drawstring and turned to face him. "I know you're there, Wentz. Your grimy little hands are attached to your tattooed arms which are attached to your arm sockets, and I will yank those arms out of those sockets if you do not stop fondling me!"

Immediately, the hands stopped and disappeared into the sheets. I smiled, satisfied and tucked my hands under the pillow, pulling it closer to my face.

"Goodnight," he muttered sadly.

"Goodnight. I love you."

I sighed happily as he planted a kiss on my forehead, his hand touching my stomach softly. "I love both of you."

Chapter 13

Two months later…

"PEEEEEEEEEEEETER!"

"YES?"

"WHERE'S MY MINT GREEN POLO?"

He walked into the room, watching in horror as I ransacked his side of the closet. "Don't you mean MY mint green polo?"

"That's what I said. My mint green polo. Where the hell is it?" I muttered, flipping a drawer upside down. His eyes widened and he grabbed it, sliding it back into the armoire.

"Sweetheart, the polo's in the washing machine and isn't there anything else you can wear?"

I sighed. "I want the polo."

He paused for a second. "Alright, I'll wash it now. It'll be dry in a couple hours. Is that okay?"

I smiled. "Thank you, Petey." I kissed him and he smiled, going back to his kitchen duties.

I jumped slightly as my phone went off. I followed the melodic sound of Sugar, We're Goin' Down all the way to the living room.

"Hello?"

"Hey farebeat, wanna hit the mall?"

I chuckled. Sam always knew how to get to the point.

"Um, sure. Are you gonna pick me up or do I come by there?"

"Considering you still haven't said anything to Matt, I suggest I come by there to avoid any unnecessary slip-ups."

"Better for me, I get to sit on my lazy ass for longer."

"I hate you. You're pregnant and you're still a twig."

"Fuck that. I've been eating Twinkies and Yodels for the past 8 weeks. I'm practically the size of Texas."

She laughed and sighed. "Wonderful. Now how are you going to fit in my car?"

"HA. HA."

Pete snickered to himself and I glared at him.

"I must go now. Time to beat up le man slave."

"Say 'hi' to le man slave for me, will ya?"

"Okay. But he's not gonna live long enough to reply." I hung up the phone and ran over to Pete, jumping on his back. Clearly I caught him off guard because one, he almost toppled over and two, he actually had to ask who was there.

"Gosh, you're dumb, Pete," I laughed as he walked to the couch. He turned around and dropped me, my back landing on the comfy cushions. I sprawled out as he sat opposite me.

"Shove a bum."

I happily moved over, allowing him to cuddle beside me, my head by his chest.

"I still say we'd be comfier on a bed."

He chuckled at the comment and I groaned.

"Not what I meant!"

"I know, I know. I just like to piss you off," he replied sincerely.

"Even you can make that sound nicer than it actually is."

"It's a gift."

"I want it." He laughed and I pinched his side, causing him to yelp. "Don't laugh at my expense. It makes me feel sad."

"I love you," he whispered.

"Thanks, I love me too."

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pressed my head closer to his chest, his heartbeat sounding steadily in my mind. We lay there in silence, Pete rubbing my back slowly, when he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"The baby." I winced as I realized how blunt that was. All he did was smile.

"Me too."

"What are you thinking about that has to do with the baby?"

"If it's a boy or a girl."

"Does it matter?"

He shook his head. "Of course not. I'm just curious."

"Well so am I, but I like surprises," I replied.

"That's fine," he murmured. "I can wait."

"Good. Because I don't plan on finding out anytime soon." My pocket vibrated and Pete shifted slightly. "Ugh, sorry."

He reached in and pulled it out, handing it to me.

"Thank you," I replied, kissing him.

"Anytime."

I looked at the screen.

One new message.

I clicked 'view.'

Be there in 5. Get ur shit together. We're gunna pamper baby today ;)

"What does psycho bitch want now?" he murmured, his eyes closed.

"To pamper baby, apparently." I went to get up but Pete's grasp around me tightened. I looked at him and his eyes were still closed, a faint pout on his lips. "Awwe, Petey, c'mon. I gotta go."

"But I want you to myself today."

I smiled and kissed him. "We'll do something later, I promise. I won't be home too late."

"Oh, fine."

"I love you."

He sighed. "I know."

I grabbed my purse and threw my phone and keys inside. Three booming honks came from downstairs and as I stepped into the kitchen I saw Pete standing by the window.

"Sam's here."

"All of Japan knows that now."

"Wait. What about the polo?"

"Well we can forget about that now."

He chuckled and leaned in for a kiss. I did so gladly, then threw my bag over my shoulder and ran out.

"I'll be back at 6!"

And with that, I was gone.