ꜱ.ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏᴜ - ɪɴꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀ (tendou x fem!reader)

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒

┕━☽【 chapter ❖ sixteen 】☾━┙

"you're okay..." tendou reassures me over and over, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he rubs circles in my back. although i'm too caught up in my mental confliction to comprehend his words, the relentless thick, salty tears streaming down my swollen face a reflection of this.

slumped in a miserable heap on tendou's shared apartment floor, i sob in his firm hold.

the way forward from here is unclear. my recklessness has cost me my life, and quite literally the life now growing inside of me.

and the truth is, it's not the fact that i'm pregnant that's hurting me. it's the devastating fact that no matter what i choose to do, this innocent baby's life is ruined regardless.

i know i can't provide a good life for this baby; i can't even provide a good life for myself.

and i can't abort it without confronting suguru first.

"...i'm living off college loans and my parent's money, there's no way i can provide for this child. and shit, how will i tell my parents? they've always hated suguru and i's relationship, they're gonna be so fucking disappointed in me..." i think aloud, my voice quivering and just above a whisper.

"no, they're not. don't blame yourself, it's that asshole who put you in this situation, couldn't just use a condom or fuckin' pull out..."

"and i'm a fucking mess. look at the fucking state of me, tendou! i can't give this child the burden of having such a horrible mother, as well as robbing them of a father figure. i'm a fucking wreckage of damaged goods, i'd ruin that poor child. i just...can't."

"hey." he places a warm hand on my thigh. "you're literally the most caring person i know. broken pieces or damaged alike, you'd be a fucking amazing mother."

he hesitates, then continues in a voice so low i fail to catch it.

"and i'll be with you and them, every step of the way."

"shit tendou...i was drinking and smoking just a few hours ago. i-i didn't mean to, but fuck do you think this baby's already...what if i-"

"stop," he practically demands, not liking where the conversation was going. there's no denying the fact that my drinking could severely harm this baby, but he'll choose to be comforting rather than logical.