Pete's pov

I ran through the frosted dark streets with my bass slung over my shoulder and bundled up in a jacket. Christmas lights and pretty winter decorations painted the shops as I ran. They only went by as quick flashes while little snowflakes fell from the sky. Not very many people were out tonight, considering it was Christmas Eve.

My excuse for being out? Well, instead of being cuddled up on the couch with my girlfriend, I had been out for what Patrick called an "emergency concert." Whatever that meant. I was supposed to see my girl today after a long couple of months on tour as well. Which made this night even more painful. So I ran.

As I finally made it to the apartment building, I breathed hard, creating puffs of steam from the cold. I slammed open the door and dashed through the halls. Eventually, I made it up to our home, panting, and shivering.

"Y/n?" I spoke, opening the door. There was no response, "Y/n? Sweetheart?"

I shut the door behind me, and walked into the living room. A smile crept upon my face as I found her asleep on the couch. She was curled up under a small blanket with an empty mug sat on the coffee table.

Our Christmas tree had been set up against the wall and windows to the left of the room. So many Christmas decorations hung from the walls and all.

"Awww..." Quietly, I brought my bass into the bedroom past the living room, and shed the gigantic jacket I wore. Then, I heard a soft groan from the living room.

"Y/n?"

I had poked my head out the bedroom door. She sat up, looking to me with droopy tired eyes, and her mouth hung open just slightly. Aww...

"Pete...?" She rubbed her tired eyes, then smiled.

"I'm sorry I'm so late-" Before I could finish, she had jumped up, and hugged me tight.

"You're here now, that's all I care about," She spoke, then pulled away to look at me, "I worry about you so much when you're on tour," Her fingers caressed my cheek, "I know how you get being on the road so much."

"Babe, I'm okay. I got the guys to keep me in check," She sent a doubtful look, "Okay, they're not the best, but, I'm alright, really. I know how worried you get," I chuckled, "Seriously, you worry too much about me, I'm fine."

"Alright," Another smile spread across her lips, "Your face is still red."

"Well, I was running through the cold."

"Pete! Why would you do that!? You could catch a cold! I-" She then yawned. I chuckled.

"Why don't we get you to bed?" I asked, "You're practically falling asleep right now."

"No I'm not..." She said, leaning into me with her eyes closed.

"Sure..." I chuckled, "C'mon, we can cuddle." At the sound of this, she pulled away, but kept a hand in mine.

"Okay, let's go to bed."

She rubbed her eyes again, before yawning, and wandering into the bedroom with me behind her. We changed into our pajamas and got ready for bed.

"Are those..." She yawned, "Are those new?" She asked, eyeing my blue clandestine pajama pants I wore.

"Yeah, just started making them for the holidays. Want some?" She nodded.

"Of course..." I pulled her close and kissed the top of her forehead. She giggled, "C'mon Petey, let's get to bed." I smiled.

"Alright... I'll call them later," I slipped under the covers before her. She just stood there for a moment, looking at me, "What?"

"You're just, so adorable." I chuckled.

"Come join me!" I held my arms out towards her.

She yawned once more before climbing under the covers, and into my arms. I held her close, gently playing with her hair. Her eyes were brought up to mine as she smiled again.

"What now?" I whispered, softly. She shook her head, but spoke anyways.

"I'm really happy you're home. I think I had forgotten how beautiful you are." I chuckled. Aww...

"You're beautiful too."

"I also, uhm, I also love you. I love you so much my love." I kissed her forehead again.

"I love you too." She smiled with her eyes closed.

"Cool..." I chuckled, just before she drifted off to sleep. Aww... she is so pretty... I've missed this... I've missed her... my love...

With one last yawn, I fell asleep as well.

"Pete..." I heard a whisper, "Pete..." I groaned, "C'mon, wake up! It's Christmas!"

"Christmas?" I spoke with my eyes still shut.

"Yes! Let's go open presents..." She whined like a child. I smiled at this, "I know you're awake!"

"Alright alright..." I rubbed my sleepy eyes, then looked up at her, sat up beside me, "You're so pretty..." I sat up and hugged onto her, kissing up her neck and face.

"Pete..." She giggled, pushing me away.

"What...?"

"You know what! It's Christmas!" She jumped out of the bed, and tugged on both of my hands, "Let's go!" I chuckled as she dragged me out into the living room.

"Wow, the tree looks amazing!" She smiled.

"Thanks, but it woulda looked better with your help," She kissed my cheek, "Let's open our presents!"

"Right..." I chuckled as she dived for the presents underneath the tree. After a few minutes we sat across from each other with our small piles of presents beside us.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Hell yeah..."

"Okay," She smiled, "Three, two, one!" We both tore the wrapping paper off, then gazed at the present we had gotten. For me, Y/n got me a small bag of bass picks.

"They have the clandestine on them. I got them custom made," She explained, "Says your name and all." I chuckled.

"Wow, these are awesome! Thank you," I then gazed down at her present, "Do you like your present?" She looked down at the sketchbook I had gotten her. It had her name carved in the cover and a pencil holder on the bind.

"Yes," She smiled, turning it over, and admiring the covers, "It's perfect."

"Okay, next ones," I grabbed the other present from her as she grabbed her other present from me, "Alright, three, two, one!" Once again, we tore into the wrapping paper.

"Aww, Pete..." She held a hand to her mouth as she examined the present. I had framed an old photo of us from high school, "Thank you..." I kissed her cheek, then gazed at my gift. I immediately began to laugh. She did too.

"Where did you find this?" I asked, holding my old tattered jacket from our high school days.

"Remember when I went up to your mother's and helped her clean the attic?" She asked, I immediately caught on, "I felt like it was time it came home."

"Aww, babe," I chuckled, "Didn't I wear this on our first date?" She nodded.

"Yeah, my dad thought you were a trashy stoner."

"Well yeah, I was."

"I mean, you were a stoner. But you were far from trashy."

"Sure..." I chuckled, "Anyways, I think these are from my parents."

"Oh right, yeah..." We both held our neatly wrapped presents in our laps, "Three, two, one!" We tore through the wrapping paper.

"Ah geez, really ma?" I held up a hand made sweater practically falling apart in my hands.

"Mine's not too bad," I gazed over to see Y/n holding a neatly woven white blanket, "Maybe she should stick to blankets," We laughed, "Now these are from my parents."

"Cool," We once again held presents in our laps, "Three, two, one!" And tore through the wrapping paper.

"Aww, it's a painting from the little cousins." She spoke, excitedly.

"Sick, they got me candy." She giggled.

"I think they've given up on coming up with presents for you." We both laughed.

"Whatever, okay, this last one's for both of us. It's from the boys," She nodded as I held the present, "You can open it."

"Alright..." Now the present was in her hands.

"Three, two, one!" Carefully, she tore through the pretty wrapping paper. My eyes went wide at the sight, "Wait, this says the Wentz's on it." She spoke, curiously eyeing the carved wooden sign. Shit shit shit...

"Hey! Let's do something else now..." I snatched it from her.

"Pete, why are you...?" I sighed.

"You weren't supposed to know yet. Dammit."

"Know what!?"

"I have one more present for you. Stay here." I got up from the floor and went to my bass case. Quickly, I fumbled through the pockets until I found the small box.

"Babe," I began, walking back out, "I was gonna surprise you with this big whole thing. We were gonna go ice skating and look at Christmas decorations and just, have a nice night."

"Aww, Pete..."

"But, I don't think we really need all of that. It doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is us. So, Y/n, my love, whatta ya say?" I asked, opening the box to reveal one of the nicest engagement rings around.

"Yes," She didn't even hesitate, "Yes I'll marry you." There was a huge smile on her face as she began to laugh. I hugged my love tight as I smiled and laughed along with her.

"Merry Christmas, my love," I whispered.

"Merry Christmas, my sweet," She whispered back.

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Awwww so cute. I rlly like writing Pete one shots, they always turn out rlly cute :) hope you liked it! Have a very merry day~peace out cheesebags