wanda x daughter one shots

i need you to not hate me

request: @Emilyslxt

age: 15

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Y/N's POV

I had a feeling that the moment that line turned pink that my life would be over. That it was somehow the end of the world.

But after about a week, I've made my peace with it. And I don't want to change the circumstances.

Around a month and a half ago, me and this boy were fooling around. We're underage, but we took all the precautions we could and I even bought a plan B from the store. I thought I was safe.

And then not too long later, the pregnancy symptoms hit. The missed period should've been enough of a clue, but I didn't really figure it out until I started being sick every morning.

I've managed to keep it from my mom for this long, but I've decided that today is the day I tell her.

Personally, I don't think she'll be angry, so to speak. Shocked, definitely. Confused, likely. But not angry.

I'm hoping, anyway.

Like any other morning, I've just finished having all of yesterday's dinner forced out of my system. But instead of resting afterwards, I wander over to my mom's room and knock on her door.

"Come in," I hear her say, so I push it open and see her still laying in bed. "Lazy morning today," she smiles, shuffling over to make room for me to lay next to her. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine," I answer, adjusting myself to sit upright as the way I was laying made me feel nauseous.

"Doesn't sound very convincing. What's up?"

"Nothing," I assure her, "I was just up late. But, I do have something to share with you."

Sensing that this is important, mom joins me in sitting against the headboard and turns to me with a serious look on her face.

"I'm listening," she tells me softly, her eyes starting to look anxious.

Perhaps some less shocking news would be best to start with.

"I... had, um, y-you know."

Her eyes suddenly go wide. "Jeez, Y/N!" she exclaims, but doesn't yell. "Wow, that's... wow. I mean, you're fifteen."

Knowing that she's a little disappointed in me right now, I lower my head as I become increasingly more nervous to tell her about the news.

"I know. But on the plus side, I don't think I'm gonna be doing it again for a very long time. Because there's something else, too. And... I need you to not hate me."

"Don't be silly, I could never hate you. What, are you pregnant?" she jokes, emitting a little chuckle until she sees me not laughing. Then, her smile drops. "Oh my god. You're pregnant?!"

Wanting to give her some time to process, I don't bother answering and pick myself up to leave the room, taking once last glance at her shocked face before shutting the door behind me.

Throughout the next hour or so, I start stress-cleaning my bedroom. It's my go-to way of coping, and it's somewhat healthy.

I just can't help but wonder what on Earth she's gonna say to me when the news has finally settled in.

I really didn't think she'd be angry, but now I'm not so sure.

"Okay. Here's what I need to know," my mother is suddenly heard saying from my doorframe. "How long have you known, who's the father, and do you know your options?"

Sighing heavily, I drop the cleaning products in my hand.

"A week, this boy from school, and yes, I do. And I'm not planning on getting rid of it or putting it up for adoption."

I see her breath hitch from the other side of the room. "Okay," she breathes out. "That's... a shock. But it is entirely your choice so if that's what you've decided, then I support that."

Two single tears of relief spill down my cheeks from knowing that my mama is still here for me.

I may have made my peace with the fact that I'm having a baby, but I'm scared, too. I'm just a kid myself.

"Come here," she says softly and I run into her open arms. "Everything will be okay. I promise you. I'm here and I'll help you with everything. You don't have to do this alone."

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not sure how i feel about my writing in this one but we move😭