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Note: This imagine is dedicated to the Tyler Joseph to my Josh Dun, mikeywaystambourine .

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"'Sup, bitch?" Pete exclaimed loudly as he entered your home through the front door.

The sudden appearance of your friend caused you to jump slightly in your seat on the sofa, the novel you were previously stuck in falling to the floor as you frowned.

"A little warning would've been nice," you mumbled, swinging your legs off of the sofa before bending down to retrieve your book.

Pete scoffed. "Since when do I need to warn you before I come over?" his voice came out slightly muffled seeing as his head was stuck in your fridge, searching for some kind of alcohol.

"Uh, since I got married and moved into an actual house as opposed to a fucking terrible apartment," you said while making your way over to Pete in the kitchen.

"Hey! Don't hate on the apartment! We had some really good times there. All those impromptu parties were the best part of everyone's lives."

"Yeah, that's my point. We can't trash this place with your 'impromptu parties', Petey."

"You're no fun. What happened to my crazy party-girl best friend?" he asked, letting out a triumphant cheer when he stumbled upon a couple of bottles of beer at the back of your fridge. "Man, you really need to stock up on booze. You'd think Mikey would at least have more than this," he held up the bottles for emphasis.

"You know that Mikey doesn't drink that much," you shrugged.

"Yeah, but you used to," Pete chuckled.

"Yeah, but I grew up," you grabbed a bunch of grapes from the fridge before hoisting yourself onto the island. "Unlike some people."

"Hey, you chose to get married and I chose to live my 20s to the max."

"You're turning 30 in a couple of months."

"Like I said, the max," he repeated, earning an eye-roll from you, "Want one?" he questioned, holding out one of the bottles.

"No thanks, I'm not drinking."

"Why? You pregnant or something?" he teased before twisting open the bottle and taking a swig.

You didn't reply. Instead, you just stared at your friend as you popped more grapes into your mouth.

Noticing your lack of denial about being pregnant, Pete spit out the liquid he had in his mouth.

"Ew," you scrunched your nose up in disgust before pointing around at all the beer spatter. "You're cleaning that up."

"You're fucking pregnant?!"

You nodded before giggling at the look of utter shock on Pete's face. "You're gonna be an uncle! Are you excited?"

"Am I ex- OF COURSE I'M FUCKING EXCITED! OH MY GOD, (Y/N)!" Pete practically threw himself on top of you, nearly knocking you over in the process.

"Well, if this is your reaction, then I can't wait to see Mikey's."

"Wait," Pete pulled away so that he was looking at you. "You haven't told Mikey yet?"

"Told me what?"

You and Pete turned to see Mikey standing at the front door, shrugging off his jacket with a confused look on his face.

"Babe, I have some news," you said while hopping down from the kitchen island and walking over to Mikey.

"Yeah, I figured that much. What's going on?"

"I'm pregnant."

Before you could comprehend it, Mikey had scooped you up into his arms and ran into the backyard, laughing happily all the while.

"How long have you known?" he questioned as he hugged you closer.

"A few days," you smiled, overjoyed by his happiness.

"Why didn't you tell me as soon as you saw the positive test?!" Mikey set you down onto your feet.

"Because it was 4am and I was scared because knowing you, you would've literally screamed it from the rooftops and wow, look what you're doing – GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

But it was no use. Mikey was climbing the ladder that was mounted against the side of the house from renovations three steps at a time and before you knew it, he was standing on the roof, his hands cupping his mouth so that his voice could be heard more clearly.

"EVERYONE! WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!"

~Week 4~

Sighing as you tried once again to fasten your bra behind your back, you beamed widely at yourself in the mirror when your fifth try proved successful.

Being careful not to move too much for fear of the bra coming undone again, you walked over to the bed and grabbed the shirt you had laid out. Mikey entered the room before you could slip on the shirt and immediately made his way over to you, eyes clearly fixed on your boobs.

"Oh, wow." he said in awe, groping both breasts.

"Ow, you idiot!" you exclaimed in a mixture of pain and discomfort, swatting Mikey's hands away rather harshly before crossing your arms over your very tender bust in order to protect it from your extremely handsy husband. "They hurt," you pouted, looking down at your chest only to see that Mikey's actions had caused your boobs to once again escape your bra.

Groaning in annoyance, you struck Mikey on his right arm, causing him to let out a tiny whimper. "Now look what you did!"

"I'm sorry," he said, still rubbing the area where you'd hit him in an effort to soothe it.

"It took me forever to get them to fit and now-" You burst into tears before you could finish your words and Mikey's eyes widened at the sudden change in emotion, although his husbandly instincts soon took over and he engulfed you into his embrace.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. Here, I'll help you get back into it and then we can go shopping for some new ones, alright?"

You nodded into his chest, still crying.

"Good. Maybe then you'll stop hitting me," he whispered to himself.

~Week 5~

"Baby, I'm just wondering," Mikey started as he entered your bedroom. "Is there any particular reason you left the tumble dryer on a repeat cycle?"

"Pregnancy brain," you mumbled as you climbed into bed, the bathroom tap still running behind you.

~Week 7~

"Pleaseeeee, Mikey," you whined, snuggling closer to him while putting on your best puppy dog eyes.

"(Y/N), it's 3am. I have no desire to leave the warmth of my bed to go down to McDonald's just because you're craving a McFlurry."

"But you didn't buy me more ice-cream, so it's kinda your fault."

"I bought 3 tubs 4 days ago!"

"And I ate them! Now I want more."

"For fuck's sake, (Y/N)," Mikey groaned as he begrudgingly dragged himself out of bed, grabbing his wallet, phone and jacket before making his way downstairs, leaving a trail of cuss words behind him.

"I love you!"

~Week 8~

You gasped slightly as the doctor squirted the cool jelly onto your stomach, placing the transducer over it shortly after.

"You hear that?" she questioned with a smile. "It's the heartbeat."

"Oh my God," you whispered, laughing deliriously as the realisation of what you were hearing set in. "Mikey, that-that's our baby," you gushed, tears welling up in your eyes.

Mikey was at a loss for words, completely dumbstruck by the incredible nature of what was happening inside of you.

"That's our baby," he repeated, laughing too before placing a kiss on your temple.

~Week 11~

"(Y/N), I'm telling you," Pete started, leaning in across the red booth of the diner. "After you have this baby, I'll order you a cherry pie with a hamburger patty and maple syrup and I guarantee you won't like it."

"Well, it tastes like heaven right now, so... MMM," you closed your eyes as you savoured the delicious taste, while Pete just shook his head at you, a look of pure disgust on his face.

~Week 19~

"Are you sure about this, (Y/N)?" Mikey asked uncertainly, his fingers hesitantly undoing his belt buckle.

"Yes, Mikey," you confirmed for what seemed like the fiftieth time in the last 10 minutes. "This is one of the last chances we have before I can't have sex for who knows how long." You removed your own shirt.

"I just don't wanna hurt the baby," he said, slowly crawling over you.

You rolled your eyes at your husband but couldn't help but feel a wave of affection at how concerned he was. "You're not gonna hurt the baby. The doctor said it's perfectly safe, okay?"

He nodded.

"Good. Now shut up and do me."

~Week 23~

"So, what are you hoping for?" the doctor asks as she moves the transducer over your swollen belly.

"Honestly, it doesn't really matter to me as long as he or she is healthy. But I'd be lying if I said that I wouldn't love a little dress shopping buddy."

You and the doctor shared a giggle before she turned to Mikey.

"What about you, dad?"

"Taking into account that they say that having a girl is karma for all the things you did when you were younger, I think a boy would be the better option."

You clicked your tongue and shot a glare at Mikey, earning a chuckle from him as well as from the doctor.

"Well, look's like you're out of luck," she said, looking from the screen to the two of you. "Congratulations, mom. It's a girl."

~Week 29~

Lounging lazily on the couch and flicking through channels, you stifled a yawn as Mikey sat himself next to you.

Positioning himself comfortably, he brought his head down to your stomach, placing a smooch on the right side. Right when his lips made contact with your body, however, the baby let out a huge and unexpected kick, startling Mikey a little and causing you to laugh uncontrollably.

"That little shit just kicked me in the mouth!" he exclaimed in disbelief, joining in with your laughter.

"That's my girl," you cooed, rubbing your belly.

~Week 32~

"Anndd this one is from-"

"Lemme guess, (Y/B/F)?" you chuckled, noticing the wrapping paper which matched the giant pile of torn fragments to your right, next to around 20 gifts, all from (Y/B/F). "You didn't need to get me anything else, hon. Really." You gestured to her other gifts.

"Yes, I did. I'm gonna be the best damned godmother the world has ever seen," she stated proudly.

"I just hope you're gonna be this enthusiastic about babysitting, too."

"Oh, you know I will be, my love. After all, with you and Mikey as parents, the angel is gonna need someone responsible to look up to."

Laughter filled the room as you shot a glare at (Y/B/F).

"I kid, I kid," she defended. "Not really."

~Week 34~

"Okay, okay, we're almost there. No peeking. Mind the step. YOU'RE PEEKING! I SAID NO PEEKING!"

"Alright, alright. Jeez. Such a control freak. I'm glad I chose to marry the other brother."

"Haha," Gerard laughed sarcastically. "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

You did, and your heart leapt into your throat immediately.

Gerard had done an exquisite job at decorating your daughter's nursery. The walls were painted all white, except for the one on the right side of the room, where her crib stood. This one was adorned with his drawings of your family along with messages from loved ones, and in the middle was her name.

(Y/D/N) Way.

"Gee... This is... it's perfect."

Gerard smiled from ear-to-ear. "That's good to hear," he said, pulling you into a side hug while gently rubbing your belly. "Hey, sweetheart. It's your uncle here. I just wanted to let you know that I love you. Very much. And I can't wait to meet you."

~Week 37~

"I changed my mind. I'm not going," Mikey stated, tossing his suitcase onto the couch.

"Yes, you are! I'm not due for another three weeks, Mikey. I'm sure I can handle not having you around for one weekend, especially since you're only gonna be a half hour away. Besides," you walked over to Pete and (Y/B/F) and linked your arms in theirs. "If anything goes wrong – which it won't – I have these two."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, Mikey. You have thousands of fans who are dying to see you and who paid actual money for your stupid band so... You. Are. Going," you said, poking him hard in the chest with every word.

"This is a very abusive relationship, you know that?" he pouted.

"Now that everything's settled," you said, ignoring his previous comment and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. "Bye, baby. See you in 3 days."

~2 Days Later ~

"You're a demon," Pete said to (Y/B/F), trying to fend her off with a crucifix made from forks.

"I don't give a shit about what you think, Wentz. I. LOVE. PINEAPPLE. ON. PIZZA," (Y/B/F) retorted, moaning as she took a bite of pizza that she made sure had a particularly large piece of pineapple on it.

"(Y/N), just tell this crazy person that pineapple does not belong on pizza!"

"Eh, I don't mind it," you shrugged.

"WHAT? What drugs are you both on?"

(Y/B/F) and Pete then proceeded to get into a heated argument about pizza toppings.

"Uh... guys?" you squeaked.

They didn't hear you.

"Guys!"

"What?" they asked in unison.

"Can we have this conversation later? I'm going into labour."

~About 30 Minutes Later~

Thanks solely to (Y/B/F) and her natural maternal instinct, you were able to make your way to the hospital and into the maternity wing where you were currently residing all before your third contraction hit. (Y/B/N) had managed to grab your already-packed hospital bag, drive you to the emergency room, fill in the necessary paperwork, call Mikey and keep you relatively calm all on her own.

Pete started freaking out from the moment the word 'labour' left your lips and didn't stop until you were lying on a hospital bed. You couldn't say that he wasn't any help, though. Seeing him panic so much had a weird calming effect on you.

Another contraction hit and the doctor let you know that you were fully dilated and the baby was ready to be born.

"AHHH! WHERE THE HELL IS MIKEY?!" you screamed.

"I'm here, I'm here, baby!"

A sweaty, disarrayed Mikey practically dived into the room, looking like he'd just run a marathon; the rest of the band followed closely behind, all wearing looks of concern.

"I'm here," Mikey rushed to your side and placed a quick kiss to your forehead. "Now, push, baby."

You screamed out in agony as you continuously pushed, wanting to get your daughter out of you as soon as possible.

Just when you thought you might pass out from pain and exhaustion, you heard Mikey exclaim in pure joy.

"Oh, my God. There she is!"

~

"She looks so much like you, it's unbelievable," Mikey whispered while cuddling closer to you and softly caressing your daughter's tiny hand, gazing lovingly at the small human.

"She's got Gerard's nose, though," you pointed out, 'booping' her nose gently.

"You're right, she does," he giggled in amazement.

"We're parents, Mikey," you said, turning to smile at him.

"Yeah, we are. You did amazing, baby," he complimented, placing a soft yet loving kiss onto your lips. "I do have one question, though."

"Mm?"

"The ladder is still mounted to the side of the house, right?"

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