Mr Murphy●Cillian Murphy X Reader

Teachers Pet (End Of Dianas Story)

Sun shone through the blinds as my face felt sticky and warm, slowly slid out of bed so I wouldn't wake up Cillian, and my head spun from nausea.
Trudging to the toilet, my stomach felt like a washing machine,  turning every few seconds.  I believed it was probably the burgers I ate the night before, stumbling into the bathroom,  I lay in a mess on the bathroom floor.  My head spun as I leaned over the toilet bowl.  This is the worst I have felt in ages...

No,  it couldn't be. The horrific thought that I might be pregnant tormented me,  it couldn't be, the last time I had my period was - I couldn't remember.  My brain fell blank,  sick filled my mouth as I threw up in the toilet bowl. 
I had to find out,  I had to find out if I was pregnant.  Wrapping myself in a dressing gown,  I slipped on my trainers and ran out the door.  Rushing through the flats in only my pyjamas,  my head was spinning everywhere,  where would I find a pregnancy test?  Where?  Where?
I had seen a corner shop just down the road before,  rushing down the stairwell,  almost tripping on every step I ran through the streets,  my face sticky with sweat.
Pushing the doors into the shop,  I felt some spare change in my dressing gown pocket. Looking down the aisle I found the tests,  I could only afford the cheapest test.
Rushing to the counter,  the man serving me gave me a judgemental look while scanning the test.  After I paid,  he scoffed as I walked out of the shop.

Rushing back to Cillian's flat,  I begged for him to still be asleep,  peeking into the bedroom he was still snuggled up in the blankets.  Aw, he looked adorable,  I almost forgot about the test in my hand. 
Rushing to the bathroom,  I locked the door behind me,  nerves filled me as I held my breath. 
Pacing the bathroom,  my stomach began to churn,  with fear and the sickness of morning.  Maybe a baby could be good,  I wanted one not that long ago.  But I persuaded myself they were bad.  I paced the bathroom quickly,  it was the longest five minutes of my life waiting for the results.  Yet I couldn't bear to just look at it,  after ten minutes of almost having a breakdown,  I had to look at it. 
Shutting my eyes in fear,  I picked up the stick.  My hands trembled as I squeezed my eyes shut,  somebody would have to pry them open, and they were almost stuck.  I was trapped in a little glass box of fear,  I had to smash the walls down.  The test clenched in my hands,  my palms sweating from nerves.
Finally, I smashed down the walls of the little box,  opening my eyes.  Taking a deep breath I looked at the plastic stick.
My heart raced,  my palms sweated,  my head felt dizzy.  Was I pregnant or not?  Was I having a child?  Was I having Cillian's child?  Have I ruined my whole life? 
Pregnant.  No,  no,  no!  I had to try again.  The test must be faulty,  I can't just get rid of it though.  Can I?  One thing I could get rid of was the evidence,  picking up the test,  I had to hide it.  Till the time was right I would tell him.  Rummaging through the bathroom,  I shoved it in my makeup bag,  it would be safe there.  Nobody touches my makeup.

December 24th,  19.30

Christmas with Cillian was the happiest Christmas of my life,  walking around Christmas markets late at night,  buying pointless stuff that would have a memory.  Snuggling in the cold winter nights,  having typical British weather (rain). 
The baby for a few weeks had been at the back of my mind,  living in the moment.  But I would tell him tomorrow,  it wouldn't go wrong on Christmas day.  A surprise,  whether it be good or bad...
Snuggling on the couch,  Cillian hummed to Christmas songs in the kitchen,  preparing our meal for two tomorrow.  Flicking through the Christmas specials,  my brain spun with thoughts.  Mainly Cillian leaving me and the baby.  I just hoped he would be better than that.  I knew he was better,  not that shallow.
The radio blasted Christmas songs,  Cillian prepared the turkey, and I was wrapped up like a burrito in blankets on the couch.
"Are you excited for tomorrow? " Cillian shouted from the kitchen.
"Uhh yeah? " I lied,  truthfully the thought of death seemed better than telling Cillian.
"is everything alright, " he asked,  walking over to me,  he ran his fingers through my hair, "What's the matter? "
"Nothing, " I lied,  feeling on the verge of tears, "I'm just tired, "
"Are you sure, " he asked,  curling my hair in his fingers.
"I'm- I'm- I am sure, " my voice trembled.
"Are you just excited for tomorrow?  My brilliant cooking? " he chuckled.
I giggled back,  even at my lowest he made me happy, "You look cosy, " he pulled the blanket up,  wrapping me even more.
"You never know,  Santa may leave you a gift, " I whispered,  taking his hand into my own. 
"Gosh your hands are cold! " he exclaimed,  letting go of my hand.
I awkwardly smiled,  before quickly closing my hand.
"what's the matter? " Cillian asked,  turning my face to face him.
"Nothing, " I said quickly.
"there is obviously something wrong darling-" he pushed my hair behind my ear.
"Cillian-I uh-" I stammered.
"what is it?  Di" he kissed my forehead.

My voice began to tremble as I held my stomach,  my fingers gripped around the edge of my shirt.
"Diana?  Are you ok? " Cillian asked,  taking my hand into his own.
"No-no I'm not. " I stuttered.
"do you want a drink?  A glass of wine-" he began to get up,  trying to walk to the kitchen before I pulled his arm back.
"I can't drink,  it will hurt the baby-" my voice stopped.
Cillian let go of my hand, his face fell blank.
"Cillian I'm pregnant"

AN-this was the last chapter- oh my God did not know how to finish this.  But I hoped you enjoyed it,  I couldn't have written this story without you guys!  I love you all!  Hopefully I shall see you all soon!!!! 💕✨