You were pregnant and didn't tell him

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I'm sorry for not updating in a while a lot has been going on and  I could't find the time to upload an imagine so here ya go! THIS IS NOT MINE CREDIT TO WHO WROTE IT!!! 

“So, how are you holding up?” Mali-Koa asks, bouncing a giggly Thomas on her lap. The three of you are sitting outside on the balcony of her apartment. Since Thomas was born, the two of you have grown a lot closer and you visit her as often you can – wanting Thomas to spend time with his aunt. “This is one of the bad days,” you sigh. “I miss him so much.” Mali-Koa sighs and gives you a pitiful look before hesitantly pointing out that that you’re the one who broke it off in the first place. Being reminded of that is almost like a stab to the stomach. “I know that, but I didn’t know I was pregnant back then! I just couldn’t handle him being away all the time. Especially not when he was surrounded by beautiful girls everywhere he went.”  “He hated being away from you too and you know that. You hurt him badly when you broke up with him and to make it even worse he has a son that he doesn’t even know about!” She pauses, biting her bottom lip in thought. “As much as I love the two of you, I can’t keep doing this, Y/N. Cal’s my brother and I can’t keep pretending I’m not seeing his son once a week. Every time he asks me how my week has been I want to tell him. I’m sorry. I just can’t keep it from him any longer.”  You nod in acknowledgement, the lump in your throat making it impossible to voice your understanding. Before you can contain it, a sob wrecks your body and after that it seems almost impossible to stop again. Mali-Koa looks hopeless, rubbing your hand in an attempt to comfort you. It isn’t until you hear the front door of the apartment open and Calum calling out for Mali that you force yourself to stop sobbing. Calum comes walking out on the balcony, talking about how band practice finished early but quickly stops himself mid-sentence when he sees you. His body tenses when he realizes you’re crying and your heart aches for him even more. His whole posture freezes when he spots Thomas in Mali’s lap however. “Do I have a nephew I don’t know about or something?” All three of you know he’s only asking to avoid the obvious. Mali-Koa sighs in defeat, sending you an apologetic look before carefully placing Thomas on your lap. “It’s your son, Cal. I’m sorry for keeping it from you. I just wanted to spend some time with him in case the two of you don’t get back together.” With a pat on Calum’s shoulder and a sad smile, she walks inside and leaves you alone with her brother. Calum looks at you, cocking his eyebrow.  “He’s mine?”  “He’s a spitting image of you, Calum, I think it’s safe to say he’s yours. I-I… I didn’t know I was pregnant with him when I broke up with you. I found out about two months later and I was already five months along then. I just kept ignoring the signs, not wanting it to be true. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and I’m sorry I kept Mali from telling you. I was heartbroken and I let that cloud my judgment.” Calum clears his throat, his eyes still stuck on the little boy in your arms.  “You broke up with me though.”  “I know and not a day has gone by where I haven’t regretted it. Thomas look so much like you and every time I look at him I think of you. I miss you so much.” Calum stares blankly, looking almost dumbfounded. You wait in agonizing silence to get some kind of reaction out of him. “You named him Thomas? After me?” You only nod, not trusting your voice. Your heart is pounding furiously as you continue to wait for his reaction.  “I… I’m still mad at you for not telling me about my son. I could have been there for the two of you. I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to forgive you, But… I do know I want to be in his life now. And we can see what happens with us?”  Again, you nod and if it hadn’t been for Thomas, you’d thrown yourself into his arms. Calum seemingly still knows you though and quickly wrap you into a hug, kissing his son’s forehead in the process

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