𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺 - måneskin

damiano david

"He didn't want any kids"

[ you are Emilia ]

Without any sense of knowledge about how to react to this, I stood in from of my bathroom mirror with shaking fingers. Thomas stood behind me, just as frozen as I was.

He clenched his hands around my shoulders, pressing the blood out of my arms. Full of disbelief, my eyes scanned the positive pregnancy test in my hand over and over again.

"Em?", Thomas asked carefully. How could this happen. Damiano and I always made sure we used birth control, so this was super unexpected.

"I-I need to call Dami", without showing any kind of emotion in my voice, I stated, turning myself around.

Damiano went to his parents for the weekend, so Thomas stood with me so I wasn't alone. The whole week I've been feeling nauseous, but I never thought I could be pregnant.

"Em? Are you okay?", Thomas stopped me from walking away. Crazy enough, I didn't felt any tears gathering up in my eyes, only panic.

"Of course I'm not okay, Dami doesn't want kids, not yet, but-", I claimed, raising my voice after every word.

The guitarist let out a load sigh, wrapping his arms around my neck for a hug. "It's not your fault, no ones fault", while he tried to make it less worse than it was, I thought about how mad my boyfriend was going to be.

"I'm going to call him", I stated, before freeing myself out of Thomas his strong grip. "Don't blame yourself for this", Thomas said, and I was wondering why he stood so calm.

Normally, in this kind of situations, Thomas would freak out, but he kept so calm right now. "But it is my fault", getting annoyed by my phone, which didn't work, I searched for Damiano in my contacts.

"No, this is no ones fault", load sighing, Thomas grabbed the test out of my hand, letting out a load sigh.

It was obviously positive. After I waited ten times for him to pick up, I heard Damiano his voice finally.

"Sweetheart, what is going on?", my boyfriend asked, and now I started to feel tears gathering up in my eyes.

"Can you come home?", I had a hard job making sure he wouldn't hear me sob in silence.

"Why?", sounding confused, my boyfriend asked me. "Please come home", I bit on the inside of my cheek, tapping nervously with my foot on the floor.

Damiano and I lived in the middle of Rome, in the most beautiful apartment you have seen. His parents lived in Venice since three years, and Damiano visits his parents a lot.

Normally I wouldn't mind, but now I wish he'd be home. "Sweetie, what is wrong?", while he spoke, I could hear the worries in his voice.

"Please", I mumbled, letting out a begging voice. Thomas reached his hand out to mine, squeezing softly in it.

"Yes o-of course, I'll be home as soon as possible", Damiano stated, hanging up the phone. "Come here, papa Thomas will fix it", letting out a chuckle, Thomas pointing at the couch next to him.

I sat down next to him, leaning my head against the guitarist his chest.

Four hours had past, and I haven't moved. I still clenched my hand around the pregnancy test, sitting on the exact same spot of my couch as when Thomas left and hour ago.

When I heard the lock of our front door, I jumped up, running towards the door. Damiano didn't even have the chance to fully open the door, since I ran into his arms.

"Em", he whispered, closing me in his grip. I tried to avoid crying again, burying myself in his sweater.

"Amore, what is going on with you?", sounding worried, he closed the door behind him, pushing me softly away from him.

I stepping out of his arms, I let out a sigh. Damiano walked towards our couch, and I cursed in silence.

I forgot to put away the pregnancy test. "Emilia", Damiano said, and I kept my back toward him. "Emilia, is this-", Damiano stopped talking as he turned around the test.

"What the fuck!", he cursed load, causing me to press my eyes closed. The tears rolled over my cheeks, and I just didn't wanted to turn around.

"Emilia, tell me this isn't true", sounding like he didn't believe it, Damiano said.

"I'm so sorry", murmuring, I turned slowly around. Damiano threw the test around the room, turning around with his hands in his hair.

"Damn it Emilia, how could you let this happen!", he snapped, and I knew he would get angry.

"My gosh what the fuck!", he snapped even loader this time, slamming his fist against the wall.

"Please don't get angry, I didn't know we forgot birth control of something", I explained, earning a cocky chuckle from my boyfriend.

"Because we didn't, I never forget that, maybe you did", Damiano pointed at me, which caused me to get a little scared. "You can't blame this one me", I started, raising my voice a little bit.

"You think I like being pregnant, what do you think!", I snapped as well this time, causing Damiano to wide-eye.

"And than how did this happened?!", Damiano asked, yelling only loader at me. "Stop screaming at me please", I asked, covering my ears with my hands.

"For god sake Emilia, your damn pregnant!", screaming at me, Damiano grabbed my wrist.

"No, don't touch me, your mad, because I'm pregnant. Do you think I like being pregnant", I started, slapping his hand rough away. "You should be the one to support me, not being angry with me!", I snapped, pushing him against his chest away from me.

I didn't even notice myself starting to cry even harder, so I ran off to the kitchen. "You know we can't have kids Em", Damiano claimed, lowering his voice a little bit.

Annoyed, I rolled with my eyes. "And guess what Damiano, now we do not have a damn choice", I said, not even trying to lower my voice.

Damiano sighed load and deep, but not responding. I looked at the mirror, before I heard the front door closing, and Damiano had left.

I laid on my bed, and my tears luckily dried. Damiano did return home like twenty minutes ago, but he hasn't said something.

I looked at my stomach. Nothing to see, obviously.

I pressed my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Damiano entered our room, walking on his tiptoes.

"Emilia", my boyfriend mumbled, crawling over the bed towards me. I still pretended to be asleep, as he wrapped his arm around me, and rested his cheek against mine.

"I'm so sorry sweetie", he mumbled, pressing his lips on my cheekbone. "You were right, I shouldn't have reacted this way, it's not your fault", he stated, and I led his hands towards my stomach.

"I don't want kids, but ours is going to change that, I promise", he promised, caressing his fingers over my stomach.

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awwwhhhh, that was adorable, I'm gonna try and write two more imagines today, so we'll reach the 40 imaginessssssssssss