I Wanna Scream 'I Love You' From The Top Of My Lungs (Peterick Mpreg)

What Are They Doing Here? (Chapter 13)

(A/N HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENDON URIE. I have a new idea for a fanfic. Of course Peterick because that's how I roll. Sneak peek:

Seniors have something called "Freshman Friday." They go around and mess with every freshman they can get their hands on. I'm not even one anymore and I still get beat twice as hard. I'm used to it, though. My nose has been broken countless times, and I have gotten so many black eyes and bruises I wear makeup to cover it. I'm the kid no one likes. The kid everyone picks on. The one who hears "faggot" more than his own name. -Patrick's POV

Hows you like it. ILY. ~Samantha~)

*Patrick's POV*

Today is finally the day of the baby shower! We're just doing this at the house. As I stood up on a kitchen chair to hang up some streamers, Pete came running over to me.

"Oh, no you don't mister, get down from that chair right now," he demanded.

"Just let me get these streamers up first," I replied.

"No. I'll do it."

I sighed as he helped me down.

"I don't need help," I said.

"Yes you do."

"If anyone you need help," I giggled.

"Hey!" He pouted.

I chuckled to myself and wrapped my arms around Pete's waist. I tried to kiss him, but my belly got in the way. He laughed, and leaned over me and connected his lips with mine.

"I love you," he sighed against my lips.

"I love you too," I smiled.

"I think we should get the house ready," Pete pulled away from me.

"No," I hugged him closer. "Cuddle me."

"How about decorate first and then you earn cuddles," he said.

"But..." I frowned.

"Cuddles later."

So we went to work. Pete did most of the streamers, I laid out the food, and fixed up the house a bit.

"Now we can cuddle," Pete smiled.

"Finally," I said.

Pete sat down on the couch, inviting me to sit with him. I snuggled up into his side as he stroked my hair.

"I love you," I said wearily.

"I love you too," he replied.

I woke up to the sound of the doorbell. Is it already time for people to come over? I looked at the clock. It's 5:58. Why are they so early?

"Babe, I gotta get up and answer the door. You can go back to sleep if you want to," Pete whispered.

I sat up from his lap as he got up. He placed a pillow under my head so I could go back to sleep.

*Pete's POV*

"Babe, I gotta get up and answer the door. You can go back to sleep if you want to," I whispered.

He sat up so I could stand and I set down a pillow for him to sleep.

"Hey!"

I'm assuming this is Amber.

"Hi. You must be Amber," I smiled.

"Yes, where's Patrick? You must be Pete," she grinned.

"Yeah, and he's over there," I pointed to the couch.