Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Screw Up - Request @onmykneesforjb

Character's name for this is Amarie Diggs. Request by onmykneesforjb enjoy. Also the idea of Taye's daughter being pregnant and Mike being the baby daddy was her idea. All credit goes to her for this request. 

Amarie's POV

It probably wasn't a good idea to be fucking one of the guys that my dad works so closely with but it wasn't like I could help the things I get whenever I was with him. Yes, we're just messing around but we've been dancing around the idea of getting together but neither of us had the balls to say anything about it yet and I've also been feeling worse these past few days so on the second day of my weird sickness, I went to the drug store and bought some things but paid them no mind until it felt like it was necessary to do so. Right now, Greta, Cody, Sam, Geffri and Michael are filming a scene that I wasn't needed for so I bolted to my trailer, going straight to the bathroom and throwing up my breakfast and lunch into the toilet. Well shit, I guess buying those tests wasn't a bad thing.

I reached for the bag that I hid the tests in, and take them out, doing as the instructions said to. I looked at the pregnancy tests in front of me and muttered multiple profanities as the results practically slapped me in the face. All four of them saying the same thing — Positive. Shit. I sighed and leaned against the bathroom, feeling lost and numb. Lost because I knew my dad would freak if he found out that I went and got pregnant and don't even know the father of my baby that well. Struggling to grasp my new reality, I decide to stay in here until someone came to get me. Michael was the one that came looking for me but I didn't answer him because I was in shock still and I knew the baby's father is him — Michael. It was bad enough that we weren't even dating plus I knew that I couldn't do this alone. I needed help.

Releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding in, I finally answered the door as the thoughts of being pregnant swirled around my head and thoughts of being abandoned because of this pregnancy and I was apparently so lost in them that I didn't hear my name being called and a hand being waved in front of my face until I tuned back into the world and looked at the person in front me, shocked by our sudden proximity — Michael. Well fuck me sideways. Isn't that how I got pregnant to begin with? I stumbled backwards, giving him enough room to come in but he was weird about it though. It was like he was treading water around me, suddenly not knowing how to act around me. I shot him a look behind his back as he moved further into the room. My expression changed as he turned to face me.

Slowly, he moved towards me but I took a step back, closing the door completely and sidestepped him, making my way to the bathroom and he followed. I didn't need him to go the bathroom because I hadn't gotten rid of the tests yet so I just closed the bathroom door and turned around, facing him but with my head down, watching as his footsteps came to a halt in front of my Converse clad feet. His hand framed my face, making me look up him — I mean he's 6'2" and I'm stuck here at 5'7" — and the tears that I tried so hard to keep from falling, rushed to my eyes as soon as he looked at me, watching helplessly as I rushed to the bathroom to empty my stomach once again. He followed me and held my wild curls out of the way and rubbed my back as I carried on puking. My face felt raw and so did my throat after all that chaos of throwing up.

At some point I stopped puking and he helped me get clean again before pulling me into his arms and holding me as I cried. I watched Michael's eyes darted around the room before landing on the tests that I now regret not getting rid of. I slowly pulled away from his embrace and looked up at him, backing away, not ready to be rejected by him. I didn't even register the words as they left my lips in a whisper, "I'm pregnant with your baby Michael." The tears seemed to rush to my eyes once again as I heard the words echo in the small room.