Pregnant (Rewrite)²

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ᴳⁱᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒᵐ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ

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ᴳⁱᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒᵐ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ

ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓋒 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ

Week 17

You stared plainly at the window inside JJ's room, "What day is it?" you whispered slightly gone.

"Saturday," JJ answered, you had asked that so many times the word 'Saturday' felt weird to say now.

"Right," you nodded, "JJ?"

He hummed in response hugging you closer.

"Where are my dads?"

"They're at a work trip on the mainland, they told us this morning, remember?" he placed the hair on your face behind your ears.

"No," you admitted.

He chuckled, "Y/N what did we breakfast today?" he just had to make sure.

You frowned, only being able to form blurs and fuzzy images, "I don't- I don't know," you tried to focus harder, "Pancakes?"

"No, that was last week,"

"Oh," you were slightly shocked, "Wait, ask me something else, like um, something about before I was pregnant,"

"Mmmm," he joined your sight into the beach, "Do you remember why I came here to your house for the first time?"

You were now scared, everything was a major blackout, "No," you mumbled.

"Do you want me to remind you?"

"Yes, please,"

"After we kissed for the first time on the beach you dropped your grandma's ring and I came here the next morning to return it, and that's when we-"

"We hooked up," you finished the sentence, "Thanks," you smiled at him

"No problem," he kissed your forehead.

Week 20

You were on the hammock outside the chateau after the pogues practically begged you to come, they hadn't seen you since midsummers and they really needed a baby update.

"Guys, come on, Y/N needs a people-break," JJ pushed them away from you.

"But I wanna continue talking to the baby," Kiara insisted.

"We'll come visit you guys for the gender reveal I promise,"

"Swear it," John pointed at him.

"I do, I swear it," 

"Swear it on the pogues," Pope stated.

"I swear it on the pogues," 

"Ok, fine," they sighed while walking inside.

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