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Telling him (mpreg)

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This is dedicated to MitchxScott214 for suggesting that I write more mpreg...so yeah, thanks for the suggestion 😍

Also, tell me if you want me to make another part to this story... And please vote & comment...okay, that's it. Enjoy! 

MITCH'S POV

Thoughts floated around my head as I got into my car. How was this possible?

Why me? What will Scott think? Will he leave me because of this?

 My head felt like it was going to explode, I needed someone to talk to. Normally I would have gone straight to Scott, but this time was different. I pulled out my phone and texted Kirstie. (A/N: the bold letters are their text conversation)

To: Kirst- Hey, are you busy? I really need someone to talk to...

To: Mitch- Hey honey! Of course I can talk :) My place or yours?

To: Kirst- Thank you, I'll just come to yours, I'm already  out.

To: Mitch- Sounds good! See you soon ;)

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and pulled out of the parking lot. I had been feeling sick for quite a while, especially in the mornings, and since we were about to go on tour i thought I better go to the doctor to see if I could do anything to get the sickness to stop. That was hours ago and, after what felt like a thousand tests later, they had finally found out what was wrong with me...but it was definitely not what I had been expecting. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that I had made it to Kristie's house. I was greeted with a hug and she pulled me onto the couch handing me a bottle of water. 

"So, what's up?" She asked, absentmindedly petting Olaf. "Umm..." I was really unsure about how to do this, should I just straight out tell her or should I try to explain the situation first? "...I just got back from the doctor" I said, not making any eye contact. "Really? What did they say? Is everything alright?" She instantly bombarded me with questions...maybe i shouldn't have started like that. "Yeah, you know how I've been feeling sick lately?" She nodded and I continued. "It turns out that I'm...pregnant?" The way I said it made my statement sound more like a question but at least I had been able to say it.  I could see that for a second a wave of shock came over her face, which is not surprising given that male pregnancy is so rare, but it quickly wore off and I found myself caught up in her embrace once again. "Oh my gosh Mitch! I'm so happy for you! Congratulations! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" She was screaming and hugging me throughout all of this and, though it was a little much, I appreciated her enthusiasm. 

"So, how did Scott take the news?" She asked, finally letting me go and sitting back up. "That's why I'm here...I literally just got back from the doctors and I haven't told him, I'm scared! I don't know how to do it...so I thought I'd talk to you first. I know Scott has always loved kids ...but it's different if he has his own to take care of. Not to mention the fact that we're both young and our careers are just starting...what about the band! How am I supposed to go on tour when I'm pregnant?!"  By the end of this rant I was on tears; I guess I should get used to the hormones though...

"Mitch, I'm sure everything will be fine! You and I both know that Scott will be thrilled to know you are carrying his child, and as far as the band goes, we'll work something out. For right now just focus on what's important: you, Scott, and your little baby." I stayed at her house for some time talking and by the time we were done I felt ready to go tell Scott..or at least I thought I was. When I walked in and saw him I just couldn't get the words out. All that night all that I could think about was what it would be like to be a parent...it would actually be really amazing to raise a child with Scott...but what if something happened and we broke up? Then what? Then I began to yhink of how it would be to be a single parent...I'm just not ready for this! 

"Hey Mitch, are you alright ? You've been acting funny all night!" Scott said as he turned to face me. "Honestly? No, I'm not alright...I have a lot of things in my mind, but I don't want to talk about it yet." I decided to be truthful rather than lie about how I was feeling, I can't lie to Scott. "Umm, okay..." Scott said, that was definitely not the answer he was expecting, "...just tell me when you do want to talk about it." And that was that. A few days passed without us speaking about it, but a few days turned into a few more and finally it is as a full two weeks since I found out about being pregnant. By now I was three months along and the morning sickness was getting worse and harder to hide. That on top of hormones, the pain that my body was going through as it got ready to change and hold a child, and the stress of leaving for tour in three days was what finally made me decide to tell him. By that point I was just ready for him to know. 

I wish that I could say I was brave enough to tell him face to face but I just couldn't bare to see his reaction so instead I wrote him a letter

Dear Scott,

I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you this  in person, but I'm to scared of how you'll react. I guess I should just put it out there: I am pregnant. With your child. I totally understand if you dump me and want nothing to do with our kid, I know we're both young and you have to much potential to just throw it away, but know that no matter what I will always love you. You are so sweet, so talented, so smart, so funny...I could go on, but the point is, don't let this change who you are. You can move on, I'd understand if you did. I found out I was pregnant a few weeks ago and I'm 3 months along. If you are interested in going with me I have a doctors appointment tomorrow, if not then that's fine. If you want me to I could move out, I'm sorry about all of this...I didn't know I could get pregnant either. Well anyways, I love you so very much. Thank you for making my life so much better and more enjoyable. Love you! 

                   -Mitch

I left this note on the table and went into our bedroom. Scott was at Starbucks and so, if everything goes as planned, he will come home and read the note then come find me if he wants me out of his life. This way it wouldn't hurt as bad. I listened as I heard him come in, heard him setting down the coffee and pushing out a chair, presumably reading the letter, then I heard the chair abruptly toppling over as he ran to our room. He came racing in clutching the letter. "Is it true?" Was the first thing he said. I nodded, unsure of what else to do, the next thing I know he's hugging me and crying. "Mitch, I love you so much and this is all I've ever dreamed of. You make me so happy and this will take us to a whole new level, thank you so much, I love you." I was shocked at how nice and excited he was but I barely had time to say 'I love you too' before he was kissing me and, as his large hand found its way to my stomach, I knew what true happiness was. 

A/n: sorry if the ending is bad, I'm really tired. I just got out of school this week so I should be updating more often...okay, like I said, please tell me if you want another part to this, thanks for reading, love you!