{Sequel to If I Say This The Subject Will Change.
http://boards.fueledbyramen.co...060068/m/57310677321
I also posted this on Mibba under the name way1203. Enjoy}

"No"

I stopped chewing my lip and looked up at him.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I can't believe you're pregnant," Patrick shook his head.

"But Patrick," I could feel my bottom lip quivering.

"You were supposed to take your pills."

"I know. But-"

"Save it," Patrick folded his arms.

"I'm so sorry."

"Who, may I ask, is the father? Is it Ryan?! Did you cheat on me again?"

"No," I wiped away a tear. "I swear it's you."

"Yeah right," He rolled his eyes.

"Patrick," Ryan panicked. "It's yours. Karin and I haven't done anything since the day our secret came out in the Target in Arizona."

"Whatever."

"Patrick, please."

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, before pulling away and raising my chin with his finger.

"I was kidding," Patrick's lips curved into a smile. "I'm okay with it. In fact, I couldn't be happier!"

"Are you serious?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yep. I know it was cruel to mess with you like that. I'm sorry-"

I punched him in the arm and hugged him, tears of joy running down my face.

"You scared me," I sniffed. "I thought…I thought…"

"I know," Patrick rubbed my back. "I'm sorry."

"So what happens now?" Brendon took a bite of a Kit-Kat.

"Well, we have to get Karin to a doctor," Patrick sighed. "Just to make sure that I'm going to be a father."

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"Calm down Patrick, jeez!"

Pete gripped the steering wheel and looked over his shoulder at Patrick who was sitting next to me in the backseat. Pete, Patrick, Andy, Joe, and myself were on the way to the doctor's office so I could figure out if I really was pregnant, how far along I was, and what I needed to do so that way myself and the baby would be safe while Fall Out Boy and Panic at the Disco are still on tour.

"Pete's right," Andy commented. "I've never seen you this excited before."

"I can't help it," Patrick squeezed my hand. "I'm going to be a father…I think. And what's more, Karin is going to be the mother!"

I smiled and kissed him before leaning my head against his shoulder. I was so happy yet so nervous, I couldn't believe that this was happening.

"Why didn't you want Brendon and the others to come?" Joe asked.

"Because I knew Brendon would be more hyper than Patrick is," I stated. "Plus I want the fact that Pete gets to be the baby's godfather under wraps."

"Yeah," Pete nodded. "Wait- what?!"

"You heard me," I smiled. "You get to be the baby's godfather."

"Really?" He turned around.

"Yes," Patrick grinned.

"Are you serious!?"

"Yep," I placed a hand on my stomach.

"Watch the road!" Andy yelled.

Pete faced the road again as the car swerved, barely missing a car in the left hand lane. I felt my stomach do a flip-flop and closed my eyes, I felt like I was going to be sick.

"You could have killed us! Want me to drive?"

"It's my car," Pete shook his head. "No touchy!"

"Andy settle down, Pete watch the road and don't swerve like that again," I groaned.

"Are you okay?" Patrick rubbed my back.

"I think I'm going to be sick," I barely moved my lips.

"Seriously?" Joe raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Pete looked in the rearview mirror. "Are you su-"

"Pull over!" I covered my mouth.

With a sharp turn of the wheel, Pete pulled over to the shoulder of the interstate and Patrick opened the door. I climbed over him and ran to the grass, vomit rising up my throat faster than Mario travels through pipes in Super Mario Bros.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Patrick held my hair back. "Easy girl, easy."

I coughed and threw up once again, emptying the contents of my stomach. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and stood up straight, trying to catch my breath.

"You okay?"

Pete looked concerned, his eyes on Patrick and I when we returned to the car. I took my place in between Joe and Patrick, taking deep breaths to make sure I wouldn't hurl again.

"Yeah," I buckled my seat belt. "I'm okay."

Patrick shut the car door and put his seatbelt on, rubbing my shoulders and asking me if I was okay. Pete shrugged and turned the car back on.

"If you say so."

Wow, I looooovvvee this. ^-^

Patrick is a cutie, fo shoo.

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oh YAY the sequal!!!!!!!!!!
I was waiting for it (as you can see)
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"Patrick, I'm nervous."

I laid on the exam table while my doctor squeezed a clearish goo on my stomach. I held Patrick's hand as I felt him kiss me on my forehead. I was a human pincushion for needles only moments earlier. After I was officially announced as pregnant, my doctor had taken my blood and took a bit of amitotic fluid to check on the baby's growth and to make sure nothing would bad would develop during my pregnancy.

"You shouldn't be," Patrick stroked my hair. "It's only an ultrasound."

"It's normal for women to be anxious about their first sonogram," Dr. Woods smiled, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear.

She was only about an inch shorter than Patrick and was extremely nice, promising that she would do her best to remain my doctor while I'm on tour and to fly to wherever we are to deliver my baby. Dr. Woods took a probe and rub it on my stomach, smearing the good all over my flat stomach.

"Okay, here's the placenta…and the amniotic fluid, and.here," Dr.Woods pointed at the screen with a smile. "Here is your baby."

"Patrick," I gasped.

"That's the baby?" Patrick asked.

"Yep," Dr. Woods nodded. "There he or she is."

"It's like a sea monkey," Patrick chuckled.

"It's our sea monkey," I felt a tear roll down my face. "I'm sorry, I'm just…so excited and happy."

"It's common," she handed me a two tissues. "One to wipe your eyes, one to wipe your stomach."

She turned off the machine and I did as I was told, watching as she printed off something.

"Thank you," I smiled and sat up.

"So when will she be due?" Patrick adjusted his glasses.

"Well," Dr. Woods clicked her pen, flipping a page on her clipboard. "When was your last day of your last period or when was the last time you two were intimate?"

"Umm," I bit my lip. "My last period was probably October 25th?"

"I think the last time we did it was maybe a day or two ago," Patrick grinned.

"I think it's possible we concieved on Halloween night," I remembered. "We forgave each other at the party and had a little fun. After that, I didn't have a period…"

"Okay," Dr. Woods scribbled furiously. "It seems your due date should be around July 27th. Now don't quote me on it, babies are known to be born before and after the due date."

"Alright," I squeezed Patrick's hand. "July 25th it is."

"Right now you're in your first trimester of pregnancy you might expreience mood swings, nausea, fatigue, and a few embarassing symtoms like constipation. Also don't forget to see me for regular check ups."

I stood up and got ready to leave, making sure I had everything we were given.

"Umm," Patrick looked down, his face flushing. "Can we still-"

"Yes, you and Karin can still have sex during pregnancy," Dr. Woods held in a laugh. "Do you have your prenatal vitamins?"

"Yep," I nodded.

"The packets about becoming a new mommy?"

"Yep."

"Oh! Before I forget," She handed me a black and white photo that looked like doppler radar. "Here's a copy of your sonogram. Keep it, it's your baby's first picture."

October 25th?"

thats a day before my birthday stalker

btw
more updates means more candy.....

congrats
(i love that word idk why so dont ask)

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh. My. God!"

I rolled my eyes with a smile and sat back on the couch. I thought I was finished with hearing guys scream OMG at the news that I was pregnant. Seriously, when I had left the exam room, Pete, Joe, and Andy- well, mainly Pete- bounced off the walls with 'Oh my God's at the sight of my ultrasound photo. Then, when I got back on the bus with Panic and our bus and FOB's bus got back on the road, Brendon screamed 'Oh my God!' and couldn't stop crying and hugging me with excitement, at least until Ryan, Jon, and Spencer pulled him off of me and hugged me with tight hugs of their own. Now, I was on the phone with Cobra Starship and surprisingly, I wasn't talking to Vicky-T.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh. My. God!"

"How many times must you say that Gabe?" I asked.

"I'm so excited!" I could hear Gabe jumping up and down…or maybe he was prancing. "Ryland! Nate! Alex! Guess what?! Karin's pregnant...and married! Can I be the godfather?"

"Sure," I rubbed the bridge of my nose.

I had been on the phone for 15 minutes already. Just with Gabe and his squealing.

"Move!" It sounded like Vicky-T

"Stop I'm trying to talk to Karin!"

"Shut up! Calm down," Victoria snapped before softening her tone. "Hey Joey."

Since my middle name was Joelle, Victoria enjoyed calling me Joey. Don't ask why, it just kind of stuck.

"Hey Ticky," I smiled.

What can I say? She has a temper with the guys occasionally; she doesn't take their crap. I like that about her.

"So Patrick knocked you up, huh?" She asked all-knowingly.

"Yep," I nodded.

"So when was this marriage and why weren't we invited. Well, I understand why you wouldn't invite them, but why wasn't I invited."

"Umm, the wedding? Well, it happened just the other day."

"Cool…wait, WHAT?" Vicky quickly lowered her voice. "Karin, are you serious?"

"Yep," I laid down on the couch. "I'm pregnant, and married. We had a shotgun wedding after one of the shows. Patrick and I are going to have a proper wedding when things get less hectic."

"Makes sense. But you might want to hurry before you start to show. Tabloids are nasty, and they tend to get even nastier when they find out about shotgun weddings and babies."

"True," I sighed.

"So, in lighter news," She digressed. "When are you due?"

"Late July," I rubbed my stomach. "Patrick's excited and, don’t get me wrong, I am too. But I'm uber nervous."

"Don't be, you're going to be an excellent mother and Patrick's going to be an excellent father."

"Aww, tha-"

"Guess who?" I heard Alex say.

I heard the crinkle of wrappers.

"Go away," Victoria sighed.

"Your period!" Nate laughed.

"Need a tampon?" Alex chimed.

"That's it!" She yelled. "I'll talk to you later Joey."

"Later, Ticky."

"How old are you two? Four!"

WIth a click, the phone hung up and so I began to dial Mike Carden's number.

"Hello?" Mike answered, clearing his throat.

"Santi, oh Santi," I ran a hand through my hair. "What's up?"

"Nothing much, I'm waiting for Chizzy and Sisky to come back with pizza."

"Do you have a sec? I have something important to tell you."

"Sure, what-"

"Who are you talking to?" I heard Andy ask.

"Karin," Mike replied.

"Mine! She's mine!" I heard what sounded like footsteps and William's voice.

"Dude, I was talking to her first, wait your goddamn turn!"

"Don't push me," William whined.

"Someone's pissy," Andy commented.

"She said she had something important to tell me," Mike sighed. "Me, not you."

"Actually," I interjected. "Put it on speaker, you all should-"

"Hey, give it back-"

"Hey, KT!" William most likely snatched the phone. "How's my…daughter right? Isn't that what Travie and I decided?"

"Yep," I giggled. "You two decided to adopt me as your daughter. Anyway, I'm good. I have something to tell you."

"What do you have to tell?"

"Well," I took a deep breath. "I'm married to Patrick."

"Oh…my…GOD!" William practically shouted. "Are you serious?! Guys, Patrick and Karin are married!"

"I'm serious," I smiled.

"Holy shit!" Mike and Andy's voices blended.

"I'm so happy for you," Bilvy continued. "So when did it happen? Why weren't we invited?"

"It was a shotgun wedding, the real wedding will be soon," I assured him. "TAI will be invited."

"Shotgun wedding!" William laughed. "Cool!"

"Aww sweet. Pizza!" Mike sounded excited.

"Is she pregnant?" I heard Andy ask.

"Who's pregnant?" Chizzy asked.

"Possibly Karin," Mike's mouth sounded full. "She and Rickster got hiched in a shotgun wedding."

"Ask her if she's pregnant yet!" Sisky asked.

"I'm not going to do that. It's rude," William shrugged him off. "Plus, there's no way that she could be pregnant."

"Actually," I chewed on my bottom lip. "Travie and William's daughter is going to have a daughter or son of her own in late July."

There was a thud and it sounded like the phone dropped.

"Hello?" I furrowed my brow. "Hello?"

"Holy fuck!" William picked up the phone. "You two fucked and now you're pregnant!?"

"Keep your voice down, but yes. That's generally what happens when you fuck when you get off of birth control," I chuckled.

"Oh my God! We're going to throw you a baby shower okay?"

"But-"

"KT, you're getting a The Academy Is…baby shower okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh, before I let you go," William added. "Can I be the godfather? Pretty please?"

"Sure," I nodded.

"Well I have to get started planning, call you later."

"Laters."

"Save me a slice!"

I hung up and looked down at my stomach with a smile. "You're going to have a lot of godfathers."

lol
PIZZA time

awww
i laughed at William's spaz-ish attack

you posted so you win this.

"Good morning baby!"

I opened my eyes to Patrick's voice and found him snuggling against my stomach, his face inches away from it. Apparently, the 'good morning baby' was not meant for me.

"Hi," Patrick smiled at my stomach. "Hi baby. Can you hear me? I can't wait to meet you."

"Aww," I beamed.

Patrick jumped and looked up at me, before moving away from my undeveloped stomach to kiss me.

"I'm sorry, babes," he sighed contently. "I'm so excited. I can't wait until he or she is born. I can't wait until your belly swells. I can't wait until we get off the road, settle down, and get a proper wedding. I can't wait until we move in together. I can't wait!"

"Patty," I sat up. "You can wait. I know you can. Just hang in there babes, nine months will fly by quicker than you think."

"I guess you're right."

He let out a whine and laid down next to me. We were at another hotel, in another hotel bed, in another state. As for what state it was, I wasn't entirely sure…maybe it was Indiana, but I was growing unusually homesick. I'm guessing it was because of the baby that or the fact that the holidays were rolling around, but I was desperately missing Las Vegas. I could tell that both FOB and Panic were also growing restless.

"Knock knock!"

Patrick and I watched as Pete entered our room with one hand over his eyes, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.

"Is it safe?" He asked. "Cause if not, you have five seconds to get dressed. Five, four, threetwoone!"

Even though we were full clothed, Patrick quickly got on top of me and kissed me.

"Jeez Pete," Patrick laughed. "We just got started."

"Like hell you did!"

Pete jumped on the bed and sat Indian style, waiting for Patrick to get off of me and for the both of us to sit up before he spoke.

"Guess what?" He placed his hands in his lap.

"I don’t know," I ran a hand through my hair. "You finally decided it'd be really cool to stop making special sandwiches for Andy?"

"No," Pete shook his head. "Besides, special sandwiches are nothing without special mayonnaise. Guess again!"

"That's disgusting," Patrick made a face. "Let me see, you bought a new bass."

"Even better than that!"

"Tell us," I rubbed my nose. "You look more excited than a kid on Christmas."

"That’s it!" Pete jumped up. "Well kinda. Thanksgiving break starts after the show tonight!"

"Really?" Patrick's face lit up.

The door to our room burst open and Brendon ran in, jumping on our bed with a smile.

"We're going back to Vegas for Thanksgiviiiiing!" Brendon sang.

"I know," I placed a hand over my heart. "You scared me."

He gave a noogie to Pete and stood up as he began bouncing on the bed.

"Panic's going back Vegas," he struck a disco pose, "Vegas," another pose, "Vegas. We're going back to Vegas," he stopped bouncing. "Yeah, I know so."

Pete joined him and started singing about how FOB was going back to Chicago, 'Cago, 'Cago while he left the room. I shook my head and looked at Patrick, who was already looking at me.

"Karin, do you want to come to Chicago with me to meet my mom and have Thanksgiving with my family?"

I kissed him and rubbed his cheek with my thumb before nodding.

"I'd love too," I smiled.

"What!?" Brendon jumped up and moved his legs, bouncing on his bottom after his descent. "You're not coming back with us?"

"Umm," I bit my lip. "I'm sorry."

"But," Brendon pouted, his arms folded, his eyes wide. "I wanted Karin to come home with us."

"Well," Patrick pushed up his glasses. "Maybe Karin can come to Chicago and then go back to Vegas."

"Can I?" I looked at him.

"Sure, if she wants to."

"Yay!" Brendon hugged me tightly. "Then after that we have to get started on your celebrations. After all, you get a proper wedding, a wedding shower, a baby shower, and a baby all in nine months!"

Brendon scurried out of the room leaving Patrick and I to look at each other with wide, worried eyes. It's because of him that I knew the two of us would be panicking and not at the disco.