*3 years later*

I woke up to a low rumble of thunder. My husband rolls over and holds me close to him. I smile and relax back into the curve of his body. He kisses me just beneath my ear.

Just as I started to fall back asleep, I felt our bed shake. Something crawled into it and laid next to me. The figure pulled the covers over itself and sighed. I opened my eyes and found our son, just a few years old. I smiled and stroked my fingers along his hair, looking just like his father as he sleeps peacefully. I've never been happier in the middle of the storm. I've never been so happy with how I've turned out until now.

I'll never forget how Patrick looked at his first born. "I'm a daddy! I'm a daddy!" he kept saying. I laughed and let him be the first to hold him. He teared up and kissed his little furry head.

It never felt better, holding our baby in my arms. We made him. He was ours to keep. I often teared up, looking at him and his tiny features, tickling his little feet. Patrick would come behind me and hug me around my waist, putting his chin on my shoulder, smiling down at our son with pride.

When the baby would stay up crying, Patrick would roll out of bed and comfort him. I'd sneak out and peek in the door where Patrick would be singing him softly to sleep.

"If home is where the heart is then we're all..." he paused briefly and continued, "...messed up." I couldn't help but giggle, catching a look from him.

Fall Out Boy continues to play and write new albums for their fans. They never seem to get old and so millions of Youngblood agree. The boys continue to get together at each other's houses everyday, and it's so wonderful, seeing them all talking about their kids and their wives.

They still goof and joke around with each other, acting like the little kids that they are. Our little guy plays with Pete and Joe's kids: Bronx, St. Laszlo, and Ruby. Sometimes I get caught in the moment, watching them run around, chasing each other. They squeal and giggle in high pitched voices.

Maybe one day, they'll grow up to be like their dads. Maybe they'll start a band and become famous, continuing on for generations to come. Just to think, I was part of that.

I often thought about what would happen if I had went home with Emily that night of the concert. I would've went back to a normal life, living ordinary days for the rest of my life. Patrick came up with the idea to change that. We discovered amazing friendships and relationships that would last us for... well... Centuries. They not only gave me the best time of my life and years of great music, they gave me my life back.

I also wondered if they were just giving me charity. They heard my story after the meet and greet at the Monumentour. Maybe they were just trying to be nice. All of that changed when I got to call the sweetest angels in the world my friends and family.

Who was there to carry me to safety while I was in my coma? Fall Out Boy. Who was there to hold my hand and talk to me every second of the day? Fall Out Boy. Who were the ones to pay my hospital bills? Patrick, Andy, Joe, and Pete.

I wasted four weeks, a month of my life in mindless sleep. Every second of that coma, my eyes shut tight, I was thinking about them. Emily was right, I could hear most of what every each one of them said about me. If I would've been awake and they'd have said that to me, I probably would've cried my eyes out. That was the thing about the boys though, they never tried to be anyone else or suck up to Patrick's girlfriend, just to get on my good side. That's what I love about them.

It was scary to think that I might fall into another coma, leaving Patrick exposed to his old habits. I keep up with him, making sure he's not self harming or being upset at all. If I do, one day, leave him - temporarily or forever - I know that he'll have his friends to keep him up.

They all admitted something to me... Something they couldn't even share with each other. That means something. I broke the mold, staying back and camping those few days. Patrick, Pete, Andy, and Joe all confessed to me. They confessed their love, but not necessarily "in love" love. They confessed of their friendship and care for me. For that, I will be forever grateful. They are and always will be my heroes.

My Heroes Without Capes.

A/N: Guys... Its done 😣

Thank you SO MUCH for sticking through until the end and reading the story! I didn't think I'd make it far with this story and just started it for fun. Honestly, I think you guys helped me a lot. I never would've made it without your hilarious and motivational comments.

But before you think it's over...

I'm writing a sequel!

I'll probably start that as soon as I can, so you won't be waiting too long.

And while you're waiting for the sequel, I'm going to be writing two other stories that you might be interested in - and while I have your attention - here they are:

- Ask Fall Out Boy:

This is just something that I thought would be a lot of fun to do. I'll put directions out for the first update, but basically, you guys comment or message me with a topic, question, video, challenge, or anything that you want Fall Out Boy to react/talk about and I'll answer them based on what I know from their personalities.

- The World Through the 3-D Glasses:

Yes, that's right, it's a Doctor Who fanfiction. I'm really excited about it. You'll see what it's all about. If you don't watch the show, I highly recommend you do so. Even if you don't like it, I'll have a lengthy enough introduction to where you'll understand it.

But thanks again to the people who regularly commented, voted, and read this story. I love you all <3