~Funny Man

~Chapter 10❤

Last night went well. You, Danny, and Dylan made up. Everything went okay at dinner as well, but you did have random cravings, more than you usually did. You wake up, nestled in Dylan's arms. You flip onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. "Fuck!" You say as you feel the sudden urge to vomit. You race to the bathroom, hand over your mouth, trying not to puke all over the floor. You kneel before the toilet and let it al out, some getting in your hair. Dylan must've heard you, because he's now kneeling beside you, holding your hair back, and rubbing circles on your back as he whispers comforting words in your ear. You finish and wipe your mouth while Dylan grabs you a glass and fills it with water. "You okay baby?" You guzzle the water down, but it doesn't help the taste in your mouth. "I-I don't know. I didn't drink last night, so I don't know what the hell that was." You respond. He nods and stands, helping you up as well. You go to the sink and begin to brush your teeth, Dylan as well. You both gurgle some mouth wash before stripping to shower. "You sure you're okay?" He asks as he hugs you from behind, naked, while warm water pours down the both of you. "I think so. I feel okay. I hope I'm okay." You state in truth. You're not sure what to think. You didn't drink at all last night. "Well, let me take care of you babe. You should take it easy today." Dylan suggests as he squirts shampoo in his hands and begins washing your hair for you as if you're a child. You let him finish and rinse your hair, then squirt shampoo in your hands and stand on your tipy-toes to reach his head and scrub it clean. He chuckles at your attempt to reach his height and shrinks a little to make it easier for you to reach. You rinse his hair out for him, condition it, rinse it again, and he does the same for you afterwards. "Ohh. More touching." He grins as he begins washing your naked body. "Not today love." You chuckle, already knowing what he was thinking. He groans but continues cleansing you. You wash his body, cleaning his special area more "thoroughly" in order to sort of tease him. "Stop it! That's not fair!" He shouts, jumping back with an almost upset look on his face. You realize he was really upset and step forward to embrace him. "I'm sorry baby. I was just trying to have some fun. I didn't mean to upset you. He hugs you back and nods. You both stand there, naked in one another's arms, water pouring down the two of you. "C'mon. Let's go." He says, shutting off the water. He takes your hand in his and leads you out of the shower. He grabs 2 towels from the cabinet and hands you one. "So you mean you're not gonna dry me off?" You question sarcastically. "Fuck off." He says in a playful tone as he rolls his eyes. You chuckle and shove him lightly as he tries to put on his boxers, causing him to fall over on the bed. "Fuckin' hell!" He shouts as he topples over, laughing and panicking at the same time. "Oh my god!" You say in between laughs. He stands up and circles around, tackling you onto the bed. He pins your arms above your head single-handedly and tickles you. You fight to get free, failing due to laughter. "S-stop! Please!" You stammer, out of breath. "Never!" He shouts, grinning. You manage to get one arm free and tickle his side. He falls onto his back on the bed and you straddle him. You slightly grind on him in a teasing manner and quickly jump up before he can take action. You continue getting dressed as if nothing happened and he lays on the bed with his famous grumpy pout. "That's just fucked up man." He says as he finally stands up and finishes getting dressed as well. "Yeah yeah. So tragic. Anyways, what do you want for breakfast?" You question, putting your hair up in a pony tail. "God. I love when you wear your hair up. It gives a better view of your gorgeous face." He states, caressing your cheek. "I love you (Y/N)." He inches closer and pecks you on the lips, then hugs you. You suddenly feel the need to vomit, yet again. You push him out of your way and vomit in the bathroom toilet. "Babe, you sure you're okay?" He asks, standing in the door way with a concerned look on his face. "Y-yeah." You stammer, wiping your mouth and heading over to the sink to brush your teeth yet again. "I know it's unlikely, but are you...?" You sigh and walk to the full body length mirror in the bathroom and lift up your camisole. "I-I don't know. Maybe," You say. looking at him through the mirror. "C'mon. We're going to the store." You put on some sandals and follow Dylan downstairs and out to the car. The road was pretty empty so he kinda sped all the way there. He rushed the two of you inside and went to the health section. He examines the aisle until he finds what he's looking for: a pregnancy test. He runs and you trudge slowly behind. He goes to a check out and throws a twenty dollar bill at the cashier after she scans the item. "Keep it," he says and dashes back to you as you just reach the register he was at. "Come on baby. Let's get you home." The drive seemed longer. It finally hit you that you could have something growing inside of you and that you'd have to push it out of you and care for it. You were anxious to know whether or not you'd have a small baby to hold in your arms soon. A million thoughts suddenly fill your head, good and bad, about what it'd be like to have a child. This only worsens your anxiety and you rest your hand on Dylan's knee for comfort. He takes a single hand off the wheel and takes yours in his. "It's gonna be okay sweetie," he assures you, rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb. "I'll be here no matter what that thing says. I'm not going anywhere." You nod and look out the window as the car ride only seems to become longer and longer, although it was really a short drive. You arrive home and race to the bathroom with the small box that contained your fate in hand. You read the insructions and urinate on the stick as told. You set a timer on your phone for the intructed wait time that was printed on the box and wait for what seems like eternity. "Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!" Finally. Fuck I'm so scared. You think as you turn off the timer. "Babe...?" Dylan questions on the other side of the door. You pick up the stick and read it, then look back to the box to get your result. You leave the stick on the counter and unlock the bathroom door, stepping out and not saying a word. "Babe?" Dylan questions as you walk right passed him. You don't say a word and go into your room and lay down on the bed in fetal position, clinging to a pillow. Dylan follows shortly after, only he's got the stick in his hand. "I-I'm--We're going to be...parents." He announces as if you didn't already know.