𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✔️

never gonna leave y'

summary: you and arvin didn't expect another surprise while on the run

word count: 1.5k (blurb my ass)

warnings: angst, fluff, language

edited: i got carried away hehesdnjfh

a/n: love this concept omgjdsfnbkdh soft dad arvin pls 🥺

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You lean against the wall of the gas station's bathroom with trembling hands. You look down at the item in your hands and look away in pure fear. You press your lips tightly together and close your eyes, causing more tears to stream down your cheeks. You hold in your cries and inhale deeply, wiping your nose.

Now is not the right time. It is definitely not the right fuckin' time. You thought to yourself. He's gonna leave me. Ain't no way, he'd. Fuck. I don't know how he's going to react. I can barely read him during a date or somethin'. Shit.

After running off with Arvin away from Meade because of previous situations, the two of you had planned to run as far away as you could. Though he didn't want you to come, he didn't want you to throw your life away just to run off with him, some broken criminal he thought. But you were just as stubborn as him, you never saw him as a criminal and you knew damn well that Arvin is the love of your life. You just never got around to telling him that exactly.

These are cheap as hell anyway. They aren't accurate. Right? Your head swirls with thoughts as you held the positive pregnancy test.

Someone slams their fist repeatedly on the door, causing you to jolt and almost drop the test. "Jesus! What!? I-I'm pissin'!" you raise your voice at the person behind the door.

"You been in there for twenty damn minutes," Arvin grumbles and pulls away. "Thought y' died or something," he exhales in relief, feeling somewhat comfort in hearing your voice.

"How would I die in a bathroom you fool," you wash your hands and stuff the test back in the box, placing it in a paper bag. You open the door and face him, "What?"

He frowns in response and leans close as if he were trying to read you. You stood your ground and crossed your arms, glaring at him. "You got something on your face," he mutters, close enough you felt his breath on your lips.

Your teeth tug at the bottom of your lip, "Are y' gonna tell me what it is or waste time standing in front of this bathroom?"

He rolls his eyes and backs up, "I was just gonna say you got a whole lot of beauty on your face. Forgive me for tryin' to be smooth," he holds up his hands in defense.

Your attitude instantly washes away as a small smile tug at your lips, "C'mon, we gotta go," you walk ahead of him, brushing your shoulder against his as you do.

"Y' know you're one to talk about wasting time. Swore you spent a whole day in there," he watches you walk off and follows, his eyes gazing at your figure for a moment.

"Shut up," you huff and glance back at him, surprised to catch him staring. "W-What?"

"I said earlier, you're beautiful," he shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pocket, walking off to the side of the car.

You turn red once again and walk around, entering the passenger's seat. He closes the door and holds up a paper bag, "Managed to get us some food, ain't the best but it's something." You smile softly and nod as he tosses it to the backseat.