Little Imagines (Rated R)

Mine , Yours , Our Baby

"I'm pregnant. . ." I whispered as the third test lied there on the sink. This cannot be happening to me right now. I just started working my dream job and I'm pregnant. I wanted to cry my whole world just came crashing down.

I lie on my bed thinking about what all is wrong about this. I'd been crying for a couple hours now, only feeling stupid. "Aubrey!" Oh holy shit! I can't tell him he doesn't want this. Not right now, why did this happen?

I stand up and get dressed, can't stay depressed about this forever. I do my hair, no make-up today I just don't feel like it. I get in the car and drive to Aubrey's. I swear I sat outside the house for what seemed like hours trying to practice how to tell him. "What if he's excited?" I asked myself. "Who am I kidding, I don't even think he wants kids right now. This is bad!" I yell to myself while hitting the steering wheel.

I get myself together and walked to the door. . . Hmm, do I knock or use my key? Key it is I don't want to seem strange. I walk in and sit my purse down. "Aubrey!!!" I yell while walking straight to the kitchen. I really want a tomato sandwich with ranch and hot sauce. I should have known I was pregnant I've been having these cravings for a couple months. . . I haven't grown so yeah.

I make my sandwich waiting for Aubrey. I take the first bite and almost have an orgasm. "What the hell are you eating Y/n?" He asked with a disgusted look on his face. I swallow and look down at the sandwich . . . "A tomato sandwich. . ." I say leaving out everything that's on it. He laughs and walks over, leaning down to kiss me. "Ranch and hot sauce???" He questioned. I smirk and nod.

He shakes his head while putting stuff away. "I swear you seem pregnant." He joked. I look down while biting my lip. . . How the hell do I tell him?

We were on the couch watching a movie, but I felt nauseated. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the water so he can't hear. I threw up, for the first time the only symptom besides cravings.

I rinse my mouth and open the door to walk out, but I bump into Aubrey. "You are pregnant. . . aren't you Y/n?" He asked while staring at me. I began to tear up, everything began to rub my forehead. I didn't know if he would get mad and yell or kick me out of his house.

I nod slightly "Yes. . ." I mumble under my breath. I wanted to break down and start crying knowing this was one of our drunken mistakes. He doesn't want babies, especially not right now. He wants to be young and live his life.

"How long have you known?" he asks. I have no idea what he's feeling right now. I already know where and when it happened. . . I counted the days over and fucking over for almost 2 months now. "Your last listening party... we were drunk . . . after everyone left. You kissed me and I kissed back because I actually really like you but I know the deal we have and I don't want to break it. It was then... on your bedroom floor. I'm so sorry." I spilled everything as if I were a child that ate a cookie before dinner and got caught.

He walks back into the den and sits on the couch. I walk to the door and grab my purse. "I'll go and give you time to think. I'll be at home. . . call or whatever you feel like doing." I say softly as I walk out of the door. I drove off only having to stop and cry after a couple minutes of driving. "Fuck you!" I scream loudly while crying. All the other fucking time that he's comforted me he walks a-fucking-way . . .

I stop at the grocery store and buy some frosted sugar cookies and loads of water. I'm always thirsty lately it's irritating. I leave the store and finally get home, I put the water in the fridge and take 3 bottles and some cookies to my room. I crawl into my bed and turn on the T.V.

I didn't think that this one little thing could make Aubrey actually turn his back on me. . .

Hi there, I'm back and my question is. . . . . .. Sooo part 2 guys??

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