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He Finds Out You're Pregnant

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Michael:

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To: Michael <3

Hey babe I really need to talk to you, when are you going to be back from the studio? Ily xx

To: Y/N xxx

Just packing up now, see you in about twenty minutes? Ily2 bby xx

To: Michael <3

Ok. See you soon xxx

So. Today was the day.

You had started to notice the changes about a fortnight ago. You had always been taught "better to be safe than sorry" so you went to your local hospital and asked them to take a scan. Your suspicions had been confirmed.

You'd been terrified initially. You weren't ready for a child. A breathing, moving, living human, growing inside you. That was pretty intense.

You started to hang around Michael even more than before. You soon consoled yourself that even if you were scared, Michael would be the best dad ever, to anyone. He could always keep you calm, and cheer you up. He was amazing.

You made a cup of hot chocolate for both of you, then sat down sipping at your kitchen table, waiting for the front door to click open and signal your boyfriend's arrival.

You soon heard his keys in the door, and rushed to meet him. Before doing anything else, you kissed him, as soon as he got through the door, and took his guitar from him.

"Hey, Y/N." He said, chuckling. "Someone's in a good mood. I couldn't stop thinking about you when we were recording. I've - missed - you - so - much." He said, in between kissing you.

"It's only been a day." You laughed. "But I've missed you too. I've missed you so much. I love you, Michael."

"I love you, too. You are feeling okay, aren't you, Y/N?" Michael said, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why'd you ask?" You said.

"You just seem...really happy. Which is really good. I just wondered. Um... So what was this thing you needed to tell me?" Michael walked through to the kitchen and you went and put his guitar in your bedroom.

"I made hot chocolate, by the way." You smiled and he picked up his cup and sat down.

"Okay, so..." You said, also sitting down. "Things are...things are going to change. Soon."

"Change as in how?" Michael asked.

"As in...you won't have to buy me any pads or tampons for the next few months." You hinted, waiting to see if he would work it out. He looked perplexed as ever, so you carried on. "And you won't be just a boyfriend and son anymore, you'll be another role too." He still didn't get it. "We may have to split the income into three, and buy more food, and use the spare room, and all of this kind of stuff." Michael looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Nope, don't get it." He said. "Any more clues?"

"Michael, I'm pregnant!" You said, almost yelling, but not angrily. His eyes widened, but then went back to their normal size.

"Hey, Y/N." He said. "You're funny."

"And I'm also not joking." You said. You knew this was a lot to take in, but Michael would normally at least treat something like this with respect.

"So...so you're saying..." Michael said. He seemed to be counting something on his fingers, but you weren't sure what.

"Michael, what I'm saying is you're going to be a dad. Well, if we decide that keeping it is the right thing to do." You reached over the table and grabbed his hand. "I was scared, too. But you'll be the best parent ever, and we have a spare room at the moment, so that can be the baby's, and we'll have to buy all this baby stuff but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, and I've got a check-up next week. You can come if you want. Up to you. But I still love you just as much, and this won't change us, okay?"