and baby makes three
And Baby Makes Three
Pete/Ashlee // R // 1700 words
for dec 24, 2008.
Seems all I know how to write these days is awkward pete/ashlee fic. Add baby and christmas, too, and it might go something like this.
He was crying, again. And Pete thought he had insomnia before.
Ashlee cursed under her breath, because she was just exhausted, and they had a plane in the morning to Chicago with a three-week-old baby. Granted, it’d be a private plane, but even if no one was around to hear the crying, that didn’t mean he wasn’t doing it.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to give Bronx all the attention in the world. It was that it was the day before Christmas, and despite the exhaustion, Ashlee had been in the mood. Not to do that, of course, but she had been topless and was doing something involving her breasts and his cock that blew even Pete’s mind.
Ashlee left the room to coddle a supposed-to-be-sleeping Bronx and damn it, Pete was still hard. So, he took matters into his own hands and closed his eyes, his mind going back over the way Ashlee had just looked, so soft and curvaceous from the pregnancy.
“Maybe you could wait until he’s back asleep?”
Pete opened his eyes when he heard her voice back in the room. Mother and son were standing in the doorway, watching him, and Pete immediately took his hand off. “A little warning would have helped.” He would have been embarrassed, but Ashlee actually liked when he beat off and Bronx wouldn’t remember.
“Sorry,” she whispered, because Bronx was shutting his eyes again. “But I don’t see how this is happening tonight. And I’m just so tired, Pete. I’ll have to be up in a few hours to feed him anyway.”
“Five minutes?” he pleaded, even though he wanted her to keep at it all night.
“Would that really be enough?”
Pete sighed. “Damn your insane ability to read my thoughts.”
She actually smiled. “I’m putting him down; I’ll give you some time to yourself for a minute, and then it’s sleep before the flight tomorrow. Don’t you want to be in Chicago before ten?”
“We’ll be fine with the time delay.”
“It’s the other way around when you go East.”
“Fuck.”
“Hey, language,” Ashlee said, and turned back around to put Bronx back down for hopefully the final time that night.
Pete sighed, and once more, was flying solo for this round.
~
“Ash, look at him.”
“Hmm?” Ashlee opened her eyes and lifted her head from Pete’s shoulder.
“He’s sleeping.” Pete pointed out the tiny baby that was cozy in his carrier across from them. Pete had been looking at him the entire plane ride while Ashlee napped, still just taking him in, Bronx’s eyes wide and soft like his mothers, but the thrum of the plane’s engine had finally lulled him to sleep.
“Yeah?” She closed her eyes again and huddled into Pete’s hoody.
“So...he’s sleeping and we’ve got some time before we land and last night…”
“Pete. No.”
“There’s a bathroom right there - ”
“No.”
“Doesn’t the mile high club sound appealing?”
“I will open the emergency exit and throw you out.”
Pete chuckled. “Damn, fine. But you know there’s going to be no time the rest of the week in Chicago - ”
“I promise I’ll make time. Now let me sleep.”
Pete frowned. “Merry Christmas to me,” he muttered.
~
The landing had been a little rocky because of the snowfall overnight, and Bronx was wailing and that was so the way to gain unwanted attention.
But his dad had a car waiting for them at the airport and then it was to his house, to every single fucking member of the Wentz family in the Tri-State area, because Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson had procreated and they needed to see the baby for themselves.
One exhausting afternoon later (but a million presents for Bronx, and a not-so-subtle Wii Fit for Ashlee from some cousin, who said it had worked for her), the baby was downstairs being passed from relative to relative and Pete and Ashlee could breathe for a few minutes.
“I can’t believe my beds are still separated,” Pete said, moving the small table and rejoining the two so they could lie down. “Fucking wife and kid,” he said with a chuckle, and then pulled Ashlee onto the bed with him. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered, twisting her hair and setting it over her shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” she murmured back, and rested her head on his chest.
“No no no,” he said, sitting up. “I believe you made a deal with me on the plane this morning.”
“Ugh, Pete I’m so tired, today was so long, and apparently I need to use Wii Fit to lose the pregnancy weight.”
“First of all, it’s only like 8:30, and your body is so smoking hot right now I kind of want to throw the damn thing at Melissa’s dumb, jealous head.” Ashlee smiled and lifted her torso. “You should have never showed me that….that thing you did…” Pete said, now fixated on the way her dress cut low. “It’s been on my mind all day, and I’ve just wanted to take you up here, and I swear to god if you’re not topless in two seconds I’m going to go insane.”
Ashlee paused, sitting up and meeting his gaze. “But Bronx is still downstairs.”
“With like a million people watching him. Fuck.”
“That language again.”
Pete wasn’t listening; instead he was getting naked. “It’s Christmas babe, I think we have to.”
“Now you’re just making excuses for it.”
“But I’ll…I’ll do things for you too…”
“So now it’s bribery.”
“I’m horny.”
“Ah, finally the truth comes out.” Ashlee lifted her green cotton dress over her head, setting it next to her on the bed. “All you had to do was be honest.”
Pete’s eyes widened. “Yesss,” he said, grinning like a boy. He moved Ashlee to his lap and kissed her as he worked at her bra-straps. She had one of those hefty leak-guard ones, which was confusing as hell to take off, and Ashlee smiled against his lips at how long it was taking him.
“I’m not sixteen anymore, give me a break,” he said, still tugging at the straps. He grinned in triumph when the garment was free.
“Was it this awkward with all the girls you brought up to your bedroom?”
“Yeah, actually,” he replied, and already she was bending over, her breasts lightly caressing his boxers. She sucked his head once through the material, running her breasts around his erection, and Pete was doing cartwheels in his head.
“Pete?”
And just like that, he was sixteen again, and his mom was walking in on him with a girl in his room.
“Jesus, you can’t just barge in here like that!” Pete’s mom had busted him on several occasions throughout his youth, mostly solo sessions, but not when he was 29 and with his wife and on Christmas and with his son downstairs. Ashlee was already sitting up and scurrying for her green dress, not turning around, just staring at Pete with her eyes wide.
“I’m sorry, you should have said something, I thought you were just resting for a few minutes, I didn’t think….we just thought Bronx looked hungry and they told me to come get you, I didn’t…” His mom seemed more embarrassed than any of them.
Ashlee buried herself into Pete’s side, refusing to look up, and Pete lifted his knees to hide the tented boxers. “Okay, well give us a minute, damn.”
“Okay fine, I was just…” She didn’t finish her thought, just turned on her heel and exited the room faster than Pete had ever seen her move.
“Fuck.” It was Ashlee’s turn to curse. She shook her head against his arm. “I knew we shouldn’t have fooled around with family present. How do you talk me into these things?” Ashlee sat up. “I’ll go. You…you stay here. Finish if you want.”
“Sometimes I think I married my right hand.”
“Now I just owe you double.” Ashlee stood up, and Pete closed his eyes and sighed. “What?”
“Your dress.”
Ashlee looked down, and two wet marks dotted her dress. “Perfect,” she groaned. She grabbed a hoody that lay abandoned on Pete’s dresser and threw it on. “Guess it really is feeding time.”
“Would’ve been nice to tell me that before I dragged you up here.” Pete sighed. “I guess I still have that Maxim laying around here somewhere.”
~
And by 11:30, the relatives had left; the parents (or grandparents) had fallen asleep, and Pete was sitting with his wife and son at the piano, trying to remember some of the songs from back when he actually had lessons. He was concentrating Moonlight Sonata to lull Bronx to sleep when Ashlee nudged him. “You did it; he’s out.”
“Yay,” Pete said softly, rubbing the wisps of black hair swirling around Bronx’s head. “Although I’m not sure if it was from me stumbling through Beethoven.”
“Regardless.” Ashlee smiled at him. “Now we can finally be alone. And I think I owe someone something," she said, a playful smirk at her lips.
“You know, I have a better idea.” Pete got up from the piano and helped his curious wife from the bench. He led them into the family room, where the fireplace was still glowing, and laid a throw blanket from the couch onto the floor.
“What is this?” Ashlee asked, anticipating with a smile.
“There’s still a half hour left of Christmas, and despite avoiding awkward glances during coffee and desert, I want to salvage what I can of the day. C’mere.” Ashlee carefully kneeled onto the blanket, and Pete pulled her and the baby into his arms.
“This is better than anything we could be doing right now. Just being with the two of you, and knowing you’ll be there for the rest of my life, is enough,” Pete said, watching the way the fire made Ashlee’s hair glow a more vibrant red.
Ashlee grinned and leaned into his embrace. “That’s possibly the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.”
“Yeah well, Bronx’ll go off to college someday, right?”
Pete/Ashlee // R // 1700 words
for dec 24, 2008.
Seems all I know how to write these days is awkward pete/ashlee fic. Add baby and christmas, too, and it might go something like this.
He was crying, again. And Pete thought he had insomnia before.
Ashlee cursed under her breath, because she was just exhausted, and they had a plane in the morning to Chicago with a three-week-old baby. Granted, it’d be a private plane, but even if no one was around to hear the crying, that didn’t mean he wasn’t doing it.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to give Bronx all the attention in the world. It was that it was the day before Christmas, and despite the exhaustion, Ashlee had been in the mood. Not to do that, of course, but she had been topless and was doing something involving her breasts and his cock that blew even Pete’s mind.
Ashlee left the room to coddle a supposed-to-be-sleeping Bronx and damn it, Pete was still hard. So, he took matters into his own hands and closed his eyes, his mind going back over the way Ashlee had just looked, so soft and curvaceous from the pregnancy.
“Maybe you could wait until he’s back asleep?”
Pete opened his eyes when he heard her voice back in the room. Mother and son were standing in the doorway, watching him, and Pete immediately took his hand off. “A little warning would have helped.” He would have been embarrassed, but Ashlee actually liked when he beat off and Bronx wouldn’t remember.
“Sorry,” she whispered, because Bronx was shutting his eyes again. “But I don’t see how this is happening tonight. And I’m just so tired, Pete. I’ll have to be up in a few hours to feed him anyway.”
“Five minutes?” he pleaded, even though he wanted her to keep at it all night.
“Would that really be enough?”
Pete sighed. “Damn your insane ability to read my thoughts.”
She actually smiled. “I’m putting him down; I’ll give you some time to yourself for a minute, and then it’s sleep before the flight tomorrow. Don’t you want to be in Chicago before ten?”
“We’ll be fine with the time delay.”
“It’s the other way around when you go East.”
“Fuck.”
“Hey, language,” Ashlee said, and turned back around to put Bronx back down for hopefully the final time that night.
Pete sighed, and once more, was flying solo for this round.
~
“Ash, look at him.”
“Hmm?” Ashlee opened her eyes and lifted her head from Pete’s shoulder.
“He’s sleeping.” Pete pointed out the tiny baby that was cozy in his carrier across from them. Pete had been looking at him the entire plane ride while Ashlee napped, still just taking him in, Bronx’s eyes wide and soft like his mothers, but the thrum of the plane’s engine had finally lulled him to sleep.
“Yeah?” She closed her eyes again and huddled into Pete’s hoody.
“So...he’s sleeping and we’ve got some time before we land and last night…”
“Pete. No.”
“There’s a bathroom right there - ”
“No.”
“Doesn’t the mile high club sound appealing?”
“I will open the emergency exit and throw you out.”
Pete chuckled. “Damn, fine. But you know there’s going to be no time the rest of the week in Chicago - ”
“I promise I’ll make time. Now let me sleep.”
Pete frowned. “Merry Christmas to me,” he muttered.
~
The landing had been a little rocky because of the snowfall overnight, and Bronx was wailing and that was so the way to gain unwanted attention.
But his dad had a car waiting for them at the airport and then it was to his house, to every single fucking member of the Wentz family in the Tri-State area, because Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson had procreated and they needed to see the baby for themselves.
One exhausting afternoon later (but a million presents for Bronx, and a not-so-subtle Wii Fit for Ashlee from some cousin, who said it had worked for her), the baby was downstairs being passed from relative to relative and Pete and Ashlee could breathe for a few minutes.
“I can’t believe my beds are still separated,” Pete said, moving the small table and rejoining the two so they could lie down. “Fucking wife and kid,” he said with a chuckle, and then pulled Ashlee onto the bed with him. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered, twisting her hair and setting it over her shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” she murmured back, and rested her head on his chest.
“No no no,” he said, sitting up. “I believe you made a deal with me on the plane this morning.”
“Ugh, Pete I’m so tired, today was so long, and apparently I need to use Wii Fit to lose the pregnancy weight.”
“First of all, it’s only like 8:30, and your body is so smoking hot right now I kind of want to throw the damn thing at Melissa’s dumb, jealous head.” Ashlee smiled and lifted her torso. “You should have never showed me that….that thing you did…” Pete said, now fixated on the way her dress cut low. “It’s been on my mind all day, and I’ve just wanted to take you up here, and I swear to god if you’re not topless in two seconds I’m going to go insane.”
Ashlee paused, sitting up and meeting his gaze. “But Bronx is still downstairs.”
“With like a million people watching him. Fuck.”
“That language again.”
Pete wasn’t listening; instead he was getting naked. “It’s Christmas babe, I think we have to.”
“Now you’re just making excuses for it.”
“But I’ll…I’ll do things for you too…”
“So now it’s bribery.”
“I’m horny.”
“Ah, finally the truth comes out.” Ashlee lifted her green cotton dress over her head, setting it next to her on the bed. “All you had to do was be honest.”
Pete’s eyes widened. “Yesss,” he said, grinning like a boy. He moved Ashlee to his lap and kissed her as he worked at her bra-straps. She had one of those hefty leak-guard ones, which was confusing as hell to take off, and Ashlee smiled against his lips at how long it was taking him.
“I’m not sixteen anymore, give me a break,” he said, still tugging at the straps. He grinned in triumph when the garment was free.
“Was it this awkward with all the girls you brought up to your bedroom?”
“Yeah, actually,” he replied, and already she was bending over, her breasts lightly caressing his boxers. She sucked his head once through the material, running her breasts around his erection, and Pete was doing cartwheels in his head.
“Pete?”
And just like that, he was sixteen again, and his mom was walking in on him with a girl in his room.
“Jesus, you can’t just barge in here like that!” Pete’s mom had busted him on several occasions throughout his youth, mostly solo sessions, but not when he was 29 and with his wife and on Christmas and with his son downstairs. Ashlee was already sitting up and scurrying for her green dress, not turning around, just staring at Pete with her eyes wide.
“I’m sorry, you should have said something, I thought you were just resting for a few minutes, I didn’t think….we just thought Bronx looked hungry and they told me to come get you, I didn’t…” His mom seemed more embarrassed than any of them.
Ashlee buried herself into Pete’s side, refusing to look up, and Pete lifted his knees to hide the tented boxers. “Okay, well give us a minute, damn.”
“Okay fine, I was just…” She didn’t finish her thought, just turned on her heel and exited the room faster than Pete had ever seen her move.
“Fuck.” It was Ashlee’s turn to curse. She shook her head against his arm. “I knew we shouldn’t have fooled around with family present. How do you talk me into these things?” Ashlee sat up. “I’ll go. You…you stay here. Finish if you want.”
“Sometimes I think I married my right hand.”
“Now I just owe you double.” Ashlee stood up, and Pete closed his eyes and sighed. “What?”
“Your dress.”
Ashlee looked down, and two wet marks dotted her dress. “Perfect,” she groaned. She grabbed a hoody that lay abandoned on Pete’s dresser and threw it on. “Guess it really is feeding time.”
“Would’ve been nice to tell me that before I dragged you up here.” Pete sighed. “I guess I still have that Maxim laying around here somewhere.”
~
And by 11:30, the relatives had left; the parents (or grandparents) had fallen asleep, and Pete was sitting with his wife and son at the piano, trying to remember some of the songs from back when he actually had lessons. He was concentrating Moonlight Sonata to lull Bronx to sleep when Ashlee nudged him. “You did it; he’s out.”
“Yay,” Pete said softly, rubbing the wisps of black hair swirling around Bronx’s head. “Although I’m not sure if it was from me stumbling through Beethoven.”
“Regardless.” Ashlee smiled at him. “Now we can finally be alone. And I think I owe someone something," she said, a playful smirk at her lips.
“You know, I have a better idea.” Pete got up from the piano and helped his curious wife from the bench. He led them into the family room, where the fireplace was still glowing, and laid a throw blanket from the couch onto the floor.
“What is this?” Ashlee asked, anticipating with a smile.
“There’s still a half hour left of Christmas, and despite avoiding awkward glances during coffee and desert, I want to salvage what I can of the day. C’mere.” Ashlee carefully kneeled onto the blanket, and Pete pulled her and the baby into his arms.
“This is better than anything we could be doing right now. Just being with the two of you, and knowing you’ll be there for the rest of my life, is enough,” Pete said, watching the way the fire made Ashlee’s hair glow a more vibrant red.
Ashlee grinned and leaned into his embrace. “That’s possibly the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.”
“Yeah well, Bronx’ll go off to college someday, right?”