Authors note:
Mime speaks more often than he does in the show he has more of a selective mutism with strangers than with close people.
Mime is the towns whore.
That's a title that he wears with shame, of course he would be proud of his work if he wasn't so shamed for it.
(Y/n) was also a sex worker. They met together at a corner one night.
And after a few months of working together, you've realized how much more safer you were out there when it was you two as a duo.
"Great work tonight Mime! 10 customers and 4k!"
Mime smiled back, and gave you a thumbs up.
Right now, you and him weren't that close, so he didn't speak verbally to you. Which was alright, sometimes it was kind of annoying, but still kind of cute to you.
As time passed, Mime had started to get comfortable around you, and when he spoke his first words to you, you were in awe of how adorable he voice was.
Not that it was anything to be embarrassed about, but to live up to his name you guessed that was why he kept silent.
Now to present day
Dating Mime for about a year.
(Y/n) was still working, not as much as she was a few months ago.
They all of a sudden, you've gotten sick.
Not to the point of leaving work completely, but to where you couldn't do more than a 4 hour work shift on the street.
It started right after a night with Mime.
After a routine of getting changed and stepping out into the street with your partner.
You felt nauseous, and threw yourself to the nearest trash can and threw up your lunch.
Mime, concerned came to your side and put a hand on your back.
"I'm...fine..." you say, as you panted, body shaking and legs feeling like noodles.
"Maybe we should call a cab, yes?" He whispered, only for you to decline.
"It's only a few blocks away. I'll be fine." You tried to be reassuring, but obviously Mime didn't believe you.
He felt your head and it seemed you weren't burning up, but you didn't look well.
After arriving home, mime lied you down in bed.
At that point you puked around 3 times already.
You felt so bloated too.
Your abdominal area felt sore, god what is wrong with you?
The next day, you weren't any better.
So you decided to take a trip to the doctor.
Mime had left for work, and since it being a Friday night, he knew it was essential to show up, and you knew he'd be back late.
...
It's happened.
The news. It isn't illness.
It's something else.
God...
You're pregnant.
Three weeks.
How would you have known? Missed period? Yours are irregular, so you wouldn't have noticed.
Swollen breasts? They weren't noticeable, because you're touched a lot and sex work is a lot on upper and lower body strength.
God this is the worst day of your life.
This can't be happening.
Neither of you or mime can be having a baby.
Not right now.
How are you going to tell him?
Panic rose in your chest.
On your way home, you had thought of ways to break the news to Mime.
Twiddling with the pregnancy test results in your hands.
"Hey babe! Glad ur home! Guess what? I'm pregnant!"
No, this isn't something to be happy about.
Mime isn't ready for this kind of commitment.
So you think. You know you aren't.
"Mime...you're gonna be a dad."
How will we even raise a kid with the careers we have???
We just don't have the time!
And what about the people of the town?
How will it be received when they find that the two "whores" are having a kid?
What about when that kid grows up?
How people will treat them?
Shun them as they shun you and mime.
2:00 A.M.
Mime should be home soon.
And you're wide awake.
Sick to your stomach, and just about to pass out in worry.
You fiddled with your hands and combed your hair with your fingers.
Sitting on the couch, you restlessly watched the clock tick on by and kept your eyes on the door.
Food was on the table freshly cooked and waited for them to eat together.
You held to the piece of paper that held the results.
Soon Mime came home.
He looked tired from a day of working, but when he saw you were looking a bit better, he lit up.
Giving you a kiss on the lips, you smiled back.
But both smiles had fallen.
"What's the matter, love?" He asked,
"I'm not sick." Was what you started, and Mime automatically sat next to you and stared into your eyes.
"We'll that's good, no?"
"I wish it was all it was"
In Mime's head, he was racing to guess to what had happened, was it something really serious?
Not sick? Then what happened yesterday?
There was silence between you two.
Then you broke.
"Mime... I'm pregnant." You started to tear up, handing the piece of paper in your lap.
Mime grabbed it, and read the results
Mime's expression was stunned. His mouth had dropped a bit and he froze as well his eyes widened.
"I'm sorry..." you said, wiping tears with your sleeve.
"Why sorry?" He put a hand on your face, and put his forehead to yours.
"I'm going to be a dad...." He quietly uttered.
He smiled
"You're not upset?"
"No! I can't be upset with something I contributed in! You're my love, and I'm glad I was able to even have a chance to do it with you."
He pulled you into a hug, and held tight.
Your heart leapt in joy, that Mime wasn't going to leave you, but in the back of your head, you thought of the consequences.
"So when will we know if it's boy or girl?"Mime clasped his hands together.
"We won't know for another month" you smiled.
"Then we might need some things to figure out!"
"All of of things! But before we do anything, let's eat."
You say.
You kissed Mime once more, and led him to the dining table.
'The two whores and a baby' you could see the shaming now.
God help us.
