One Perry Pizza (Tony Perry)
a/n: this was so much fun to write, I loved this request. I changed things up a bit bc it made more sense and it’s a bit long but COMPLETELY worth it! Thanks and enjoy! P.S: Give me kids omg I want kids! If this doesn’t show how much I want them then idk what will!
“So you’re coming home next month, right?”
“Yep, I’ll be back before you know it, babe.”
I sighed in relief and smiled. “Good,” There was a loud thud in the next room over and tiny shouts of triumph. “Because I need you’re help with the three little devils.”
He chuckled and I could see a smile light up on his face as we Face-timed. “They’re turtles, they’re suppose to be good and calm.”
I snorted and stretched my legs out on the coffee table, resting into the couch. “In no way are they calm. I’ve been run ragged for the past five months!” I was exaggerating, as usual, and laughed.
He was silent for a few seconds, a small frown creasing his brow. “You’re okay though, right? You aren’t stressing out a lot, are you?” The concern was evident in his voice, making me smile softly.
“I’m perfectly fine, Tony. It’s not exactly my first time being home alone with the three of them for a long time.”
“Yeah, I know…” I rolled my eyes. He always worried so much. “How’s the baby?”
Grinning, I laid a hand on my swollen belly and held the phone up to give him a better view. “She’s great. Nice and cozy, and well taken care of. The bo-“
“MOMMY!” A chorus of voices called out. My head shot up and there, in front of me, stood three little boys who were covered in marker ink and tape.
Laughing, I shook my head at them. They smiled at me with the same grin. Their faces resembled so much of Tony, the same grin, same bright, big brown eyes. You could hardly see anything from me in them, although Tony said differently. “And what have you boys been up to?”
Dylan, one of the the twins who was six, grinned wider. “We were making a card for Daddy. We’re gonna give it to him when he got home!” The other two nodded their heads furiously.
“But it’s a surprise! So, don’t tell, Mom!” Lucas, the other twin piped in.
Covering the phone speaker and turning the camera away from them, I whispered, “Promise I won’t say a word.” The boys smiled but my youngest, Eric, frowned. “Whats wrong, baby?”
“Is that Daddy?” his voice was so small and hesitant. I smiled and nodded. His face instantly lit up. “Can I talk to him?”
“No, I want to talk with him first!”
“No, me!” My sons rushed forward and bounced on either side of me. On the screen, I could see Tony laughing quietly and my heart melted a little.
“Hey. Settle down and sit nicely.” I scolded. Instantly obeying, they sat down around me and smiled innocently. “Tony, the boys wanna talk to you.” Their eyes widened with excitement as I turned the screen toward them.
“Hey guys! How are my Stormtroopers in training?” Tony’s voice came through, sounding excited and sad all at the same time.
“DAD!” The shouts began again and they took turns talking, telling Tony about the adventures we had and all the trouble they got into. I sat there, listening and watching my little family. It made me happy knowing they loved their Dad so much even though he was gone a lot. “Daddy, when you comin’ home?” Eric asked, a small pout forming.
Tony sighed as I saw him sit down on the couch in the bus. “Not for another month, buddy.”
“You gonna come for my birthday?” Eric smiled hopefully at the screen. He was turning five next month and was more than excited about Tony and his uncles being able to make it.
“Of course! I’ve got the biggest present for you, too.” Eric’s face lit up.
“Awesome!” he exclaimed excitedly but suddenly yawned loudly, making Tony chuckle.
“Why don’t you boys go to sleep. Be good for Mom, alright? I’ll be home soon. I love you, boys.”
“Love you, too, Dad!” All three said, and with a nod of my head, I told them to go up to their rooms, saying I’d be up there in a minute.
Turning the phone back to me, I smiled softly. “Are you going to bed, too?” I was a little disappointed; I missed him so much and hardly got to talk with him.
“No, but you should. I don’t want you to be tired.” His voice was gentle, smoothing away my stress with the adorable smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle.
“Okay the-" the sound of a door bursting open came through the speaker, making us all jump. Tony looked worried for a split second and I was going to ask what was wrong until I saw him roll his eyes; three loud laughs boomed through and I had my answer.
"Tone-bone! Who are you talking to? Come on, we’re going to the club to get fuc- oooh.” Mike stopped short as he plopped down next to Tony and saw his phone, with my warning glare firmly in place.
Mike laughed, laying his head on Tony’s shoulder with that irritatingly sweet smile. “Hehe hi little sis,” By now, Jaime and Vic were next to my husband and squishing together to get in the picture. “Did you look at my nephews, Jaime, aren’t they the cutest?” Vic cooed. “They look just like their daddy.” He reached up to pinch Tony’s cheek, making him burst out laughing.
I rolled my eyes. “Alright, alright. Vic, paws off. You had your chance to married him.”
“Yeah, snooze you lose, baby.” Tony winked at me, causing me to giggle.
Groans came from both Mike and Vic and the next thing I knew, the screen was tumbling off the couch and onto the floor where it was picked up by Mike. “Baby sis, how is your hot bun cookin’?”
Needless to say, the rest of the conversation was just as interesting but as always, the four of them made my night a thousand times better and my stress left me for the night.
I woke up to the feeling of my nose and toes being tickled. My nose twitched and I wiggled my toes and heard tiny giggles around me. Someone shushed whoever laughed and then my nose was being poked gently.
“Mommy…” a small whisper came from above me. Another poke to my nose. “Mom…mom, mom, mom, mommy, mommy, momma, mo-”
“You keep that up and I’m not making breakfast today,” I mumbled, peeking my eyes open to narrow them on Lucas, whose face was dropping in horror.
“No! Mom, you have to make breakfast, we’re hungry!” he dragged out the last word in my ear and pouted with those cute puppy dog eyes that looked so much like Tony’s.
Sighing, I sat up carefully and pushed back my hair to look at my three sons, raising my eyebrows. “You guys don’t know how to cook yet? What’s the matter with you children, who’s your mother?” I chuckled and their faces broke into smiles. Dylan rolled his eyes and climbed on to bed to hug me.
“You’re such a dork, Mom.” He said as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Lucas and Eric jumped on the bed, too, and were now laying on the pillows.
“Oh really?” I grinned down at him and reached over to tickle his side. He yelled out and fell backwards on the bed, wiggling and giggling.
“No! No…no tickling…mom!” His little hands were trying to push mine away but I laughed evilly and kept tickling him in all his secret tickle spots. He yelled for help and his brothers playfully started tugging on my arms or tickling me, all of them shouting and laughing. Finally after a few more minutes of playing the evil tickle master, I gave up and laid back, out of breath and put a hand on my stomach.
“I give up! You three are too much for me. I’ve been defeated!” I said dramatically, closing my eyes and sticking my tongue out and played dead.
The boys laughed and poked my side. “Moooooom, get up. You can’t die yet, you still need to make breakfast.”
“Hmm, breakfast sounds good. What are you boys cooking?” My eyes were still closed as I tried to stall from getting out of bed.
I could practically sense them rolling their eyes and Lucas said, “We got waffles.”
Instantly, my eyes shot open and I raised an eyebrow. “Flavor?”
Eric crossed his arms and grinned smugly. “Strawberry.”
Mirroring his grin, I sat up again and nodded in approval. “Oh, you boys are good. You know just what your Mama likes.”
They shrugged and Eric, with the smug look still on his face, said, “Learned everything we know from Dad.”
Shaking my head at them, I had a hard time containing my laughter. “Go, then. Get the table ready and put the waffle box on the counter. Dylan and Lucas, you guys know what to do with the plates, right?” They nodded and I smiled. “Okay, good. I’m going to get ready, so go go go.”
After pulling my hair up into a somewhat decent bun, I carefully made my way down the stairs and toward the kitchen. Loud chatter echoed through the house; odd conversations of young voices meshed together as I walked around the corner.
And what a sight it was to see.
Paper towels littered the floor, along with a couple cups, and pieces to a Star Wars lego set. To say the least, the kitchen was a mess.
My hands propped up on my hips, I fixed my face with my most motherly look. “Boys, what a mess! Did a tornado blow through here while I was sleeping last night?”
The looks on their faces were so ashamed that I instantly felt a soft smile pull at my lips and walked over, putting a hand on Eric’s cheek.
“Come on, lets clean this up and eat some waffles.” The three of them quickly cleaned up their mess while I started breakfast and soon, we were all sitting on the small island eating strawberry waffles. The boys had wild conversations, changing so sporadically that I had a hard time keeping up.
At the end of breakfast, Eric spoke up suddenly. “Mom, you think dad is gonna be here for my birthday tomorrow?”
It was hard to keep the frown off my face. Two weeks after Tony had called that night, he called again saying that he wouldn’t be able to make it. I meant to tell Eric, but I just didn’t have the heart to. “I’m sure he is, bugs.”
Since it was a Saturday, the rest of the day was lazy and uneventful. My feet were killing me so I barely moved from the couch expect to pee; my baby boys were sweet enough to get me little snacks and water in between breaks from their play time. Into the afternoon, we all snuggled up after Lucas suggested we watch a movie. Of course the pick of the day was, yep as you guessed it, Star Wars. I must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing I know I’m being woken up by the doorbell.
My eyebrows furrowed as I checked my phone; it was 5:04pm. Who could that be? I slowly raised to my feet, careful not to wake my three little munchkins. I peeked through the little peephole and was surprised to see Casey standing there with a…pizza delivery outfit? Opening the door, I raised an eyebrow at him.
He had a shit eating grin slapped on his face. “Hey, Y/N. Your delivery is here, one Perry Pizza.”
“Er…aren’t you suppose to be in Germany? And what do you mean…?” My eyes widened in realization. “Wait, do you- if you’re here then that means…” Four heads peeked out from the corner of the door frame with the same devious grins and my heart leaped . One in particular that looked the most wicked, and the most gorgeous. “Oh my god, Tony!”
He rushed forward and swooped me up in a bear hug, twirling us around and crashed his lips to mine. Everything faded away in that moment and when we pulled back, I had the biggest smile on my face and tears threatening to spill over.
“Hi, pretty girl.” He stroked the rise of my cheek with his thumb, catching a tear from the corner of my eye.
A small, sob-like laugh came from me. “Hey, turtle.”
“Oh, of course Tony gets all the credit. It was my idea!” Vic’s voice sounded behind me and drew us back to reality. I rolled my eyes and turned around to pull my oldest brother into a tight hug, and then moved to hug the other two. By then the boys were stirring and Dylan was the first to gasp, shaking his brothers awake.
"DAD!” They all shouted, scrambling off the couch to tackle Tony in a massive hug. While my boys practically wrestled on the floor, I shooed Casey and the rest of the crew, along with the boy’s girls into the house and shut the door.
It happened that they ended tour early and my smartass brothers came up with the idea of surprising us for Eric’s birthday. Along with that, they brought six boxes of Domino’s pizza and sleeping stuff for the “birthday sleepover”. And the look on my youngest son’s face was priceless.
We busted out the cans of soda for the kids (that included me, as many of the jokes stated) and beers for the non-pregnant partiers. All throughout the late afternoon and well into the night, conversation was light with fun stories about the tour that had all of us laughing until tears poured from our eyes. It was getting late and all three of my son’s eyes were drooping as they sat around me and Tony on the couch. With a reassuring smile, my husband stood up and ushered them all to bed after several ‘goodnights’ from their Aunts and Uncles.
My brothers came and plopped down on either side of me. Oh boy, this was going to be balls of fun.
“So, Y/N,” Vic said very sternly and a little tipsy. “I know you’ve made three very impressive breads but aren’t you tired of kneading the dough with the turtle yet?”
Laughter sputtered from my mouth. “You know, some days I wouldn’t mind a day off from kneading.”
“I couldn’t agree more! Tony!” Mike called as my husband walked back into the living room. “Why don’t you give your rolling pin a rest and stop making some impressive bread with our sister so we can spend some time with her?”
Half way through that question, everyone looked at Mike like he was insane and burst out laughing, Tony included. He shrugged, flashing a quick sexy-as-sin smirk my way, that made my heart flip, before sitting down next to Jaime on the small couch.
“I don’t know, man. I think Y/N like my rolling pin too much to give it up.” That set off another round of laughs and soon, my eyes were beginning to grow heavy. The last thing I remember is my head on Vic’s shoulder and my feet in Mike’s lap. Sometime during the night, my brothers passed out right there with me and someone (Jaime) snapped a picture, posting it on Instagram with the caption, “Conversations about kneading bread and buns got these siblings knocked out cold! #MexicanTrifecta #NewPerryBabyOnTheWay”.