Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎grateful

A/N: tyty @isabella998843
Modern.
Pregnancy series

"Oh shit." I let the words fall from my mouth as I stared at the positive test in my hand. God- Dally's gonna leave me.

I couldn't stop the tears from falling, they weren't gonna stop anytime soon. I knew I had to tell him, and immediately.

I dropped the test and picked up my phone and dialed his number. Not sure why, I knew I wasn't gonna tell him over the phone.

"Baby?" He answered from the other end of the phone after the third ring. "D- Dal?" I whimpered and he cleared his throat.

"You alright?" He asked and I let a tear fall. "Can you come over please?" I asked and he agreed and hung up. I sat on my bathroom floor and felt my stomach and I felt a feeling. A weird feeling, in fact. A grateful love for this tiny little person inside of me. "Guess it'll be you and I," I whispered and I heard the front door open. I wiped my tears and walked out of the bathroom.

"Y/n?" He called out and I walked into the main room. He saw me and ran up to me and hugged me. "Is everything alright?" He asked and I shook my head.

"There's something I gotta tell you." I said and I pulled away from the hug, "Okay," He said and I took his hand and led him to the bathroom. I shakily picked up the test and broke down on the floor. He picked it up and looked at it. He got down on the floor next to me and smiled.

"Baby it's okay! It- it'll give me a reason to change and maybe I'll get a job and we can go out and shop for the little guy-" He started to say and I stopped him. "You're not mad?" I asked through tears.

"No I'm not mad, why would you think I'd be mad?" He said with a smile across his face. "Y- you hate kids and you're like famous for being reckless and carefree, and I'd hate for that be ruined-"

"Shhh," He said, rubbing my arm, "This is exciting, doll, I'm gonna be a dad. Wow, some little guy is gonna be calling me dad." I started to laugh and he pulled me into a hug.

"You're really not mad?" I asked again. "How could I." He said and I giggled and he comforted me.

"We'll do this. We'll be alright, we'll figure it out." He said and pulled away from me. He pulled up my shirt and rubbed my stomach. "Hey little guy, I'm your dad," He said and I giggled. "Make sure that when I'm not around, you won't be too rough on your mama."

He pulled my shirt down and looked at me. "It's gonna be fine." He kissed me and I smiled and hugged him again. Maybe it is all gonna be alright after all.