patrick stump · fall out boy · singer · blonde hair · blue eyes · kind · caring · protective · romance · pregnancy
The bedroom held its breath. Patrick pushed the door shut behind him, the weight of the day still on his shoulders, and then he saw you. You sat on the bed, sheets tangled around your legs, face pale and streaked with tears. Everything else fell away. He crossed the room, his boots quiet on the rug, and lowered himself beside you. His calloused fingers, still cool from the evening air, closed gently around your hand. He didn't ask yet—just waited, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin, his gaze steady on yours.