One Shots || Wrestler edition || CLOSED

(Request) Skittles - Pete Dunne x OC

So I decided to actually name the chapters so please don't get too confused. This oneshot is for PeteDunnefan

I felt like going with skittles for this one, so I hope you don't mind. Took me a bit more time since the last chapter took up more time than expected but I hope this one was worth the wait❤️

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Penelope Pov,

I was hanging out with my twin sister Peyton Royce at catering. We were just talking about our day when suddenly nausea hit me. I quickly rushed to the nearest trash can, knowing that I wouldn't make it to a bathroom.

I heard Peyton rush after me. I felt her hold back my hair and rub my back.

Once I was done she spoke to me in worry "What's wrong sis?"

"I'm okay." I assured her "Probably something bad I ate. The skittles I had last night tasted pretty funny." 

"Are you sure you didn't just eat too many of them? You with your skittles obsession."

"Oh hush." I chuckled as I playfully elbowed my twin. "But yeah maybe I shouldn't eat them as much anymore. I've gained a bit of weight so maybe the skittles might be a problem." 

"Oh you think?" Peyton laughed.

It had always been like this between us, us bantering back and forth. Peyton and I had always been extremely close and shared most of our interests. I said most because there was something, or rather someone, I would never share with my sister.. that being my husband Pete Dunne.

Pete and I had been best friends for years before we fell in love with each other and started dating. I felt so lucky to have married my best friend and I could talk to him about pretty much anything. Falling for him wasn't by chance either, it was fate as it had been inevitable that I would have ended up falling for him. I didn't see how I couldn't have fallen for him and I didnt want that either. He was the one for me after all and I had known that for a while now.

I had realised that on the day he proposed to me, I simply couldn't imagine growing old with anyone else. It was just him and it would always be him.

"Love?" I heard the man in question call out worried from the entrance of catering.

"I'm here boo." I locked eyes with him "What's wrong?" 

"I was about to ask you that. Kyle said you got sick." My husband hugged me as he spoke, he could get really protective when it came to me and it was kind of adorable.

"I just got nauseous boo, no reason to panic." I tried to ease his worry but it didn't really work.

"It happened last night and this morning as well." He pointed out

"I told you, it were probably those skittles I ate. I'm fine, really." Yet right when I said it another wave of nausea hit and I was throwing up all over again.

"That's it, I'm dragging you to a doctor Penelope."

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And so my husband did, an hour later we sat in the emergency room of the local hospital.

"Pete really, I'm sure it's nothing." I tried t ease his worry once more. Even if he didn't like to show it, the was a big softie at heart. 

"We don't know that for sure love,I just want to make sure you're really okay. You've been throwing up a lot lately."

The doctor walked over just as I was going to reply, he glanced at my chart before looking at me "Mrs. Dunne, what seems to be the problem." 

"I've been getting nauseous and throwing up a lot lately, I figure I might be eating too much skittles or something but my husband insisted on me coming here."  I explained to the doctor.

"Well he was right to get you here, nausea can occur because of a lot of reasons. Some fairly harmless like eating too much candy yes but it could be something worse just as easily. We are going to run a blood test and do some small tests to see how your brain reacts to certain things.

A nurse took some of my blood and the doctor did little tests like testing how my pupils reacted to light and all those little things.

I was starting to get a bit scared myself now, the words of the doctor about how it could actually be something bad were driving me crazy "Boo?" 

"Yes Love?" Pete looked at me

"What if something is wrong?" I asked him "What if this makes me unable to wrestle and we have to spend so much time apart? What if you fall for a prettier girl when I'm not here?"

"Oh love, how adorable you are." Pete started to chuckle softly at my words "Let me ease your mind. No one will ever be more beautiful than you are in my eyes, no way I'd ever love another woman the way I love you. And even if we have to spend some time apart, you are my one. Our love can handle a little distance, I believe it's stronger than anything in this world." 

His sweet words brought tears to my eyes "I love you so much Pete." 

He smiled softly before kissing your knuckles "I love you too Penelope."

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The doctor came back a little later with the results of my blood test. "Well mr and mrs Dunne, it's good that you came in. Don't worry though, it isn't anything bad."

"What is it then?" I wanted to know

"Well congratulations are in order ma'am, you are pregnant." 

Wait what. Pregnant? Had I heard him right? I looked at Pete but he was just as dumbfounded as I was so I repeated what I had heard the doctor say"Pregnant?"

"Yes, we would like to do an ultrasound to check up on the baby. Would you be okay with that?" 

I looked at Pete again but he was already nodding at the doctor and I wanted to let them check as well "Yes please."

The doctor immediately got an ultrasound machine and soon enough he would be moving the wand of the machine over the cool gel on my stomach.

"Ah there." The doctor pointed at a little black oval on the screen as a soft heartbeat filled the room "That's the baby, I'd say you are about 6, maybe 6 and a half weeks along."

My eyes filled with tears as I grabbed a hold of Pete's hand. He gripped mine just as tight as he was also looking at the screen in awe.

Suddenly Pete chuckled "Love look at the shape, guess it was a skittle that was upsetting your stomach after all." 

I knew the baby was more shaped like a bean but Pete's sentiment was just too adorable. It was obvious that the both of us were overjoyed with the news of our baby.

Our skittle.