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Part Twenty-Four

Keliah's POV

FAST FORWARD....

The past month has been crazy. But, finally, we were in Chicago. Which meant I was finally going to be married! I'll admit, I probably annoyed Farrah a bit too much about the plans, but she took care of all of it. She got the guy to marry us, and we decided to get married in Patrick's backyard. Or...technically, OUR backyard, I guess. It's still taking time to get used to. I was going to be moving into his house after the tour was done and most of my stuff had to be shipped there anyways.
The tour bus has been insanely calm as well. Patrick's been busy writing music on his laptop, those headphones seemingly glued to his head, Joe has been practicing his guitar a lot, Andy and Pete have been going at it through video games, trying to beat each other's high score constantly. Meanwhile, while the band just does their thing, Farrah and I have kind of just, chilled out and watched them be...them. Also, through all this Farrah and I have discussed baby names, the baby's gender, almost anything about the child, much to Farrah's enjoyment. 
Anyways.
As you can probably tell, I'm nervous, even though I shouldn't be. The actual wedding day is tomorrow. The band has a show in a few hours, and tonight will be the first time Patrick wears his wedding band on stage. Pete is sure to point it out to the audience. I know it. But, at this point, I'm just happy to be alive. The backstage of this venue was a lot smaller than some of the others, but we all just kinda chatted for awhile. Farrah and I were actually going to be in the front this time instead of behind the curtain. Farrah practically begged Rob to get those seats, because we haven't sat in the front since the first show of the tour. I think we finally won him over by telling him if he let us, then it would be like a wedding gift. I kissed Patrick deeply before he went onstage and he smiled. "I will see you after the show, Mrs. Stump."
I threw my head back and bit my lip. "God, that sounds good."
"That it does." he said giggling, kissing me again.
"Alright, go perform amazingly MR. Stump."
He grinned and turned to go to the stage. Farrah and I ran out to the front and grabbed our seats. The show was still as amazing as ever. They shot out of the stage, drums starting up quickly and steadily. I watched in awe as Patrick ran up to the microphone, starting the first verse of Dance, Dance. The songs went in the normal order, and my favorite, '27' was finally played. By this time, I knew all of their songs in and out. I'll tell you my absolute favorite part of 27. The solo. Both Joe and Patrick play the solo amazingly together. However, my favorite bit is when Patrick gets lost into the music, holding his guitar tightly, like a superhero, and grinds into the guitar. Gets me every time. He quickly snaps back into the real world but the lingering effects of that move just shows all over his face. It makes me giggle, every single time. The song came to a close and Farrah and I jumped up and down like idiots, clapping and whistling. Pete got up to the microphone as he always does. "How are you fucking doing, Chicago?!?" he yells into the mic, an eruption of cheers come from the fans. "Well, that was our last song, however. We still have one more thing to do." More clapping came.
"So, a lot of you have read way too much about Patrick's personal life, right?" Another torrent of cheers came loudly.
"Well, I am proud-" he walked over to Patrick, and lifted up his left hand. "-to say, that my best friend is now a MARRIED MAN!" I blushed, clapping along with everyone else. Patrick looked at Pete with the 'are-you-serious' look, and went along with it. "Yep. I'm married. Sorry to those of you that were a fan of me not getting married." he shrugged, turning away from the mic, and Pete continued. "Yes, and we are happy for him, right?" Loud cheering came again.
"Well, we have a slight surprise for the both of them. Hey, Kel, where are you? Farrah, come up here too." Pete saw me in the front and I got up with Farrah securely by me. We nervously climbed onstage, and weakly waved at the audience. I turned to Patrick, whose guitar was slung behind him, his face also in an expression of wonder and worry. "What's going on, Trick?"
"I...I have no idea. I don't know what they're doing this time."
Joe and Andy walked off for awhile to go get whatever it was, and I just went with it as Pete came towards me. He put a hand around my shoulders. "Fall Out Boy fans, meet Keliah Stump!" I braced myself for boos, but to my surprise, more cheering and clapping came from the audience. Farrah clapped with them as Patrick came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek, wrapping his arms around me. Pete spoke again, and we turned to face him. "Ohmygod, Andy, Joe, could you take any longer? These kids have a curfew you know!"
I heard Joe exclaim, "Do you really think we can push this by ourselves, you asshole?!" Pete sighed, put the mic back in the stand and went back where Andy and Joe was. From behind the curtain, a huge wedding cake was shown, taller than both Patrick and I. It was lined with orange and blue frosting, along with the Fall Out Boy logo emblazoned on the side of it, with a picture of the Stump-O-Matic, and on the top, a picture of Patrick kissing my head, with me laying on his chest. Scrawled across the front of it was 'Happy Wedding Day!'. Farrah giggled behind us and patted us both of the back. "Hope you like it."
Patrick stood in awe of the size of the cake, walking around it once. The audience was going nuts, watching our reactions. I put my hands over my mouth and hugged Farrah tightly. "You did this?"
"Well, with a little help from the guys, but yes." she shrugged and I hugged her tighter.
"This amazing, guys. What're you going to do with it, though, it's huge..."
"Rob is going to take it back to Patrick's house so that way it'll be there for the real wedding. So, no problems."
Patrick was hugging each one of the guys, came over and hugged Farrah, and then he did something I didn't think he would ever do onstage. He grabbed me and tilted me back like an old time movie, and he kissed me in front of at least 300,000 people. We soon pulled apart, his hand intertwined in mine. He held up my left hand and he yelled out, "WHOOOOOOO!" The audience went crazy, cheering and clapping. Pete grabbed his mic again and said farewell.
"Well, we need to get this cake out of here before it melts or something, so we're gonna go, but you have been a FANTASTIC audience, Chicago, you always are!!!" And with that we all casually walked off the stage, cake being pushed behind us. I walked hand-in-hand with Patrick, Farrah right by my side. It was Patrick's turn to ask the questions. "Farrah, you planned all this?"
"Yep!"
"I'm very impressed. That is an AWESOME cake."
"Like I said, I was hoping you would like it. I'm glad you do."
Patrick smiled and we headed back to the bus to sleep.
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THE WEDDING DAY!

I was inside Patrick's house, locked inside our bedroom with Farrah. He gave me a tour of the place in the morning, so I knew where everything was at least...sort of. I knew the guys were getting on their suits downstairs, so Farrah and I hung out up here as I got the dress on. My baby bump had gotten much larger within the past month, and seeing as I was now 2 months pregnant, I could probably go get an ultrasound or something. Luckily, I did pick the right dress. The stretchy fabric in the center form-fitted to me and it fit perfectly. Farrah zipped up the back of it, and looked at me through the mirror. "Look at you, marrying a famous rock star!"
"Yeah, really. Look at what I didn't expect to become."
"Yes, but I don't think anyone ever expects for an insanely talented lead singer to fall in love with them." she said with a giggle.
"That's true. But he's not just a rockstar, right? We both know that. He's an incredibly talented, compassionate man who happens to sing in a band. He also happens to be a man who loves me for me. And I love him for him."
Farrah smiled widely and she headed to the door to see if the guys were already outside. "Quick! They've gone outside!"
Farrah was the one to 'give me away' down the aisle, so she wrapped her arm in mine, and opened the back door to where the guys were waiting. Patrick stood in a black suit, black fedora and an orange tie. I smirked slightly when I seen the tie, and that smirk soon turned into a full blown smile. I couldn't help it. I heard all the guys gasp as I walked out the door, and headed towards Patrick. Farrah walked me up to him and then she went to her place by my side. The minister started with his speech and I looked at Patrick, tears welling up in my eyes. He mouthed to me, 'you look beautiful.' I smiled at him. The minister then asked. "Do you have any vows to read?"
Neither of us really talked about it so, we looked a bit dumbfounded but, Patrick said, "Yeah. I got something." He continued on with his vows.
"There is NOWHERE in this world I would rather be than standing here, marrying you. I didn't think I would meet somebody quite as spectacular as you who would love me just as much in return, and I was lucky to meet you. You are perfect, in every way, every slight little imperfection is beauty in my eyes. I love you so much, Keliah, and I know that we will happily spend the rest of our lives together."
I started to cry at his words and I nodded. "Patrick, I loved you from the moment I heard your voice. I knew you were the man I wanted to marry. I had no idea that I would actually meet you and that dream would come true. You've been nothing but supportive, compassionate, and caring towards me, and you always seem to find the beauty in me, even when I don't see it. You bring out the absolute best in me, even when I think it's not there, and no words could possibly describe how I feel about you. I love you so very very much, Patrick, and I want to be by your side forever." I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. The minister finally read the questions.
"So, do you Patrick, take this lovely woman as your wife?"
"I do."
"And do you, Keliah, take this wonderful man as your husband?"
"I do."
"Then, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the brid-"
Before the minister had even finished the sentence we practically lunged at each other. He held me so close to him, his hands gripping my back like he was never going to let go. His soft lips pressed onto mine and we both smiled during the kiss. The four of them clapped, as Farrah wiped a tear from her eye. Patrick still held me tightly to him, and pulled away from the kiss. "And now it's official." I smiled at him, a few tears of joy rolling down my face, and I pulled him towards me again. My hands wove themselves in his hair, and his hands ran down my waist to rest on my hips. We eventually stopped and walked back into the house hand in hand, with everyone following us. We all walked into the kitchen where the huge cake was sitting, and we did the typical stuff: cut the cake and shoved cake in each others faces. Perfectly normal, right?
We all sat down at the kitchen table to eat a piece of cake (except for Andy who we had a special vegan cake made) and Pete stood up, getting attention. Being best man, he believed that he needed to make a speech. "Alright, so. Seeing as I can't say much that we all don't know already, I'll repeat myself about some stuff. I still Patrick is nuts for being married. Whether it actually be that he's getting married, or that someone's agreed to marry him, I'm still not sure that I believe it yet." He giggled for a bit, then coughed to focus back on what he was saying. "Anyways, congratulations. I can't wait until the baby comes so I can tell it all sorts of crazy stuff about the world."
Patrick piped up. "You had better not, Wentz. I'm telling you, you tell one crazy thing to that child when it comes...." Pete smiled at Patrick's threat and continued. "You are going to be an amazing father, Patrick."
Farrah stood up as the maid of honor and said her speech. "Well, I had no idea that when I would geek out on my favorite band that my best friend would fall in love with the singer. Definitely not expected. But you two are so adorable, that's it difficult to picture you two NOT together now. You two haven't left each other's side since you've been engaged, and I am so happy to have witnessed the start of your life together."
We all held up our glasses to that, and clinked them together. Joe sighed. "I'll admit, I hate getting dressed up for weddings, but this is probably the best wedding I've been to. I think it's because there's not a lot of people."
Andy shook his head and took a bite of his cake. "Joe, this is the ONLY wedding you've ever been to."
"So? Still the best one so far."
Andy rolled his eyes and we all laughed. I carefully pulled up my dress, afraid it was going to fall off, and Pete seen me do it. "Aw, Kel, why'd you pull up the dress?"
Patrick raised his eyebrow at him. "Maybe because she doesn't want YOU to see her."
"Speaking of 'seeing people', when and where is that dress gonna be ripped off?"
I giggled at Pete and Patrick shook his head. "Pete...that is SO none of your business."
"Well, I'd like to think that it is."
"You can think that all you'd like, but it ain't happening, Pete."
"What isn't happening?"
"You are not going to see my wife naked."
"Oh. Well...damn."
I shook my head and took a drink of my water, laughing at Patrick as he buried his face in his hands out of embarrassment. Andy punched Pete in the shoulder. "Ah, could you not be a dick just for one day? You know you can go back to your normal self tomorrow, but today, just turn it down a little."
"Alright. But I'm not making any promises."
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The rest of the day was basically spent at Patrick's house. Everyone else had left us alone, Pete winking at us as he closed the door. But that was a few hours ago. At the moment, we were laying on the oversized sofa, talking. I was still in my wedding dress, and Patrick was still in his shirt and tie outfit, but we laid down nonetheless. My white dress draped over his legs and over the edge of the sofa and I sighed, not even caring whether it got on the floor. Patrick stroked my hair gently and sighed.
"Ha, we're finally married. Can you believe it?"
"It's finally official." I said, grabbing one of his hands, resting it comfortably on my growing baby bump. "By the way, I was going to ask you. I got an appointment... well, FARRAH got me the appointment, but I get to go see a doctor about the baby and get an ultrasound. Would you go with me?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"We just might figure out what gender the baby is so we can think of names."
"That would be incredibly helpful, wouldn't it?" he said, jokingly.
"Yes, quite." I replied, laughing at the sound of that sentence.
"When is it?"
"It's a few days after the tour ends, so we'd have time to come back home and be settled in before we go."
"It's not going to be for another month?"
"Hey, apparently it was a long waiting list."
"Well...goddamn everyone else for getting pregnant at the same time. Don't they know who you are?" he said, faking outrage.
"Yes. Yes they do. They know that I happened to be named Keliah Stump and that I am due in 7 months."
He giggled and took a deep breath. "Well...ok then. As long as they know who you are."
I smiled and rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes. "You know, I didn't know getting married was so exhausting."
"Me neither. So much work and...walking...and saying stuff."
I laughed at the ridiculousness of what I had said, and rolled over to sleep next to him on the couch. "You know it...it's a lot of exhausting....exhausting work.." I yawned and I fell asleep in his arms.
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"HEY!"
Patrick and I both woke with a start. Pete was hanging over us.
"About time you woke up. You guys are HEAVY sleepers."
I wiped my eyes to see we were back on the bus. Patrick stretched and sat up. "How the fuck did you get us back on here?"
"We had Rob pick you both up and carry you onto the bus."
"Oh....uh....alright."  
"Sorry, we had to do it. If we stayed there any longer we'd be late for our show in Detroit. However, good news. Only one more show after Detroit, and then we're off to Europe! Whoooooo!"
Farrah perked up at the word Europe. "Do we get to go to Paris?"
Andy pulled out the tour schedule again. "I'm...not sure. No...wait...yes. We've got one show in Paris. Man...this half is really scattered isn't it?"
Patrick sleepily got up and took the schedule to see it. "Jesus. I guess so. Well, I guess the first two months were together and now the last two are gonna be all over the place."
"Yeah, I suppose so."
I was still in my wedding dress. I didn't realize it until I tried to get up off the couch and nearly tripped over the skirt of it, almost pulling down my dress. I grabbed the top quickly and soon stepped off of the dress, pulling it up from the floor so I could move. Pete snapped his fingers.
"Damn, so close that time too. Just one more step..."
Patrick reached over and hit Pete in the shoulder.
"HEY?!? What was that for?"
"Oh, don't play stupid, Wentz."
"Fine. But LOOK at her! You can't tell me that you don't wanna see her na-"
"Pete. That is a stupid statement. I already GET to see her naked. YOU DON'T. So, no, I don't want to see her naked in front of YOU."
Pete scowled at him. "...show off...." he muttered under his breath. I laughed at Pete's face, walking towards the bunks to get normal clothes on again. I was actually quite excited to go to Detroit. Detroit was technically my birthplace, but I grew up in another part of Michigan. So, coming back home was pretty exhilarating. I smiled as I shut the door to the bunks behind me and tried to get dressed. I couldn't reach the zipper of the dress. Of course I can't, I thought to myself. That would be way too helpful. I sighed and took off my shoes instead, throwing them to mine and Patrick's bunk. I stood back up and I felt a warm hand trace down my spine. I could tell it was Patrick from the feel of his hands. His warm voice spoke softly, "You look so beautiful."
"You don't look too bad yourself, you know." I spun around to see him, his hat gone from his head and his eyes full of passion. 
"Ah, but nowhere near as good as you."
"Well..." I sighed. "Be that as it may, I still can't get the thing off."
"I would be GLAD to help with undressing you...all that talk from Pete is DEFINITELY making me wanna rub it in his face." 
He reached his arms around my waist and moved his hands upwards. His hand moved quickly to the zipper on the back, revealing my white lace bra and panties beneath it. I giggled, his soft touch caressing down my back, making me shiver with each fingertip touching my skin. I watched his face as he slowly pulled the zipper further and further downwards, soon letting the dress fall of my body. I could see his eyes light up in delight as the dress fell completely off, laying on the floor in a pile. His hands moved from my shoulders, to my breasts, slowly moving down across my waist, hips, thighs, all the way down to my feet. I gently rolled my head back and stood there, feeling the sensation of his hands. "You know we can't do this now...everyone else is just on the other side of that wall..and...." He gently picked me up and laid me down on the bed, my legs spread wide apart. He pulled down the white lace that was blocking him from me and threw it down on the floor.
I gasped at his warm breath between my legs, and tried to protest again. "Patrick...we can't..." My sentence was interrupted by the sensation of his tongue on me. I became speechless and gave up the fight. His hands ran up my thighs as he licked, exploring every inch of me. "Oh god, Patrick..." I moaned quietly, my hand clutching onto the bedsheets tighter and tighter as he continued. His tongue gently flicked over my clit and I gasped, my hips moving towards him, begging for more. I bit my lip hard, muffled moans still seeping through. Patrick smirked and continued as he looked up to see my face. My god, that man's mouth was lethal. He inserted two fingers into me, and continued to lick, causing me to let out an audible moan. "Patrick...I can't be....." 
I tried my hardest to hold back my moans of pleasure, uttering his name over and over as quiet as I could. He twisted his fingers inside me and I felt myself clench around him. He pulled out his fingers and stopped, leaving me in absolute writhing agony. My efforts of trying to be quiet were completely forgotten. I screamed. 
"PATRICK!!" 
He grinned at me, kneeling forwards once more and my body convulsed on the bed as he slowly but surely brought me to my climax. I simply laid there with my eyes shut, my arms flung onto the bed. I soon felt his hands glide over my body, moving up to my breasts. I gasped again, but didn't fight it once. He soon was hovered over my body, pressing his lips to mine. "That was for being such a beautiful bride." he whispered in my ear, his warm breath trailing down my spine. I opened my eyes and looked at him a little dumbfounded, I'm sure. "Well....t-thank you...oh...WOW."
I heard him giggle as he ran the back of his hand across my cheek, his green eyes sparkling with delight.
"Let's get you out of these and get you into something more comfortable." I smiled and sat up as he grabbed clothes for me. A pair of sweatpants and a tank top. I grinned. He knew me too well already.