OTP mpreg Vol. 2

Ian X mickey

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"Fuck..." I said as I looked down at the test. Everything had gone bad. We had slept together multiple times, but I had only bottomed once. This was the outcome. I was dead. I chose to not tell anyone even the people in my house. After a few months Mickey was trying to get in touch. I was too scared to talk to him. I went to school, I went to work, and I went home.

Of course the only day I came into work late was the day Mickey was there. I unlocked the shop snd went in ignoring him. He walked over to me and smirked.

"Ignoring me?" He asked as he looked through the candy bars. I looked at him annoyed.

"What do you want? Sorry I've been busy" I said to him. I set my bag down and took my jacket off. I went wide eyed when I saw my picture slide out of my jacket pocket. Mickey picked it up and looked at this.

"What is this?" He asked me and looked at it. I looked at him.

"I uh.... A picture" I said trying to play dumb. Mickey looked at me.

"Ian I'm not stupid. This is an ultrasound picture. Who's is this?" He asked. I looked at him and frowned. I stepped over and grabbed it.

"It's mine jackass" I said holding the picture. Mickey looked at me and went wide eyed. He shook his head and before I knew it I was on my ass. I held my eye and looked up at Mickey. He looked at me with wide eyes. Without another word he turned and left. I sat on the ground for a bit just breaking down. After a few minutes I got up and went to working. I knew right away it wouldn't be easy.  But I still stuck through it.

The next few months only got harder. I had a few more run ins with mickey. He would either try to harass me, or apologize to me. I would just ignore him. I kept that up until It was the day of my due date. I stayed in my room telling Carl and Lip that I was sick. After a while I was alone in the house. I slowly got out of bed and walked down to the lower level. I got myself some food and sighed. I put a hand on my small bump sighing.

"You and me today kid" I said. I was slightly alarmed when I didn't receive a kick back. I rubbed my stomach and sat down eating. I looked up when the door swung open. I jumped and saw Mickey. I frowned and backed up as he walked towards me.

"So you're ignoring me now?!" He said and shoved me back in my chair. I pushed him away from me and got up.

"Hmm. Well you punched me. Then treated me like shit. Why should I talk with you?" I asked and frowned. He looked at me and shoved me back. I winced in pain as my shoulder hit the wall. I shook my head as I looked at him.

"Leave us the fuck alone!" I told him. He stopped and sighed.

"Ian...." Mickey said as he looked at me. I got up and set my plate in the sink. I shook my head snd sighed. I felt something move in my stomach and paused.

"Ian?" He asked as he looked at me. I shook my head and rubbed my stomach. I walked over to the couch and sat down. Mickey sat beside me and frowned. He looked at me.

"So. My kid?" He asked and looked at my hoodie. I rolled my hoodie up over my small bump. I watched him and frowned. He set his hand on my stomach with wide eyes.

"They normally kick up a storm..... but not today" I said softly. He nodded his head slowly. He then tilted his head a bit.