The Breakup | Five Hargreeves x Reader Story

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Y/n's POV

I woke up snuggled next to Five. I exhaled, and deeply, and suddenly the feeling of anxiety rushed through me. I rub my eye nervously as the events from the pervious night flashed before my eyes.

You can't be a blood donor, Miss Hargreeves. You're pregnant.

The doctor's voice kept echoing in my ears.

It's still a very early stage. Did you know about it?

Of course, I didn't. It was a shock for me. I felt dizzy and overwhelmed with the news. I played the past few weeks I'd spent with Five in my mind again and again like a tape on repeat. We had spontaneous, and we weren't protective many times, and there were chances I might have forgotten to take the pill. Pregnancy wasn't something I planned, at least not so early in my life, and most definitely, not so early in my relationship with Five. I didn't even know if he wanted children or how he would react. I wanted to tell him the first thing adapter I left the doctor's office, but my family surprised me with their not-so-pleasant visit. And later... I freaked out. I wanted to wait a few days to make sure it was true. I needed a few days to get used to that thought and decide what I would do about it.

"Are you awake?" Five growled as he turned his head to me. His heavy lids were still half-closed .

"Yeah," I said softly, indulging in the warmth of his skin.

"You."

I didn't see his face, but I could feel a smirk curling up his mouth. "I was thinking about you half of the night. I couldn't fall asleep."

I propped my elbow to look at him in the eyes, frowning. "Why? What were you thinking about?"

Five pulled up so that he was in a sitting position now before reaching out to his nightstand drawer. He looked down at the small velvet box he held in his hand and opened it slowly. I looked at the stunning diamond ring before casting my eyes upward, and our gazes locked. "At first, I thought it was never gonna. I thought love didn't exist. Until I met you, Y/n. You've proved me wrong. You've proved everything I believed didn't exist exists." Five took the ring out of the box and grabbed my hand. I felt my heart fluttering like crazy and butterflies dancing in my belly. A  broad, genuine smile painted on my face as I  looked into the eyes of the love of my life. "Marry me, Y/n."

I shook my head yes, chuckling through tears of happiness. "I will marry you, Five."

A broad grin formed on Five's face, and he slowly slid the glimmering oval-shaped ring on my finger before he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. "I want to spend my life with you," he whispered, resting his forehead on mine. "I love you, Y/n. I have fallen in love with you, and there's no turning back for me."

"There's no turning back for either of us." I slid my hand at the back of his head, weaving my fingers through his hair. "Not at this stage. You're mine, and I'm yours. Forever."

Five moved his hand to the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss. He slid the other one on my waist, flipping my body so he was on top of me. In just a short moment, we were in a heated tangle, kissing hungrily, burning with untamed lust, drowning in wolf desire.

AFTER AN INSANELY lovely morning, Five and I visited Zachary at the hospital. We entered one of the VIP rooms for Hargreeves, where Five had placed as if he were one of the family members. That was one of the reasons why I fell in love with that man. Despite being a 36 year old man in his teenage body.

I sat on the chair beside Five and next to Zachary's bed. I didn't see want to interrupt their conversation. They recognize the shooter. He said it was a black-haired female with dark skin, hazel eyes, and a scar above her brow. As soon as Five heard the description, he assumed that it was a woman called Angelina, and Zachary confirmed. Apparently, she was a member of a gang, which I'd never heard of before, and they both suspected someone hired them because, as they stated, they wouldn't go after the Hargreeves alone. I felt lost and nervous. I had no idea who they were talking about but it all filled me with horror. Unwittingly, I started twisting the engagement ring Five had put on my finger just a few hours before. I didn't have a change to get used to it, and maybe that was why my thumb automatically rubbed the new place, or maybe it was my body's response to the anxiety. Most likely the latter. I hadn't realized I was doing that until I caught Zachary's eyes gazing at the ring. In an instant, I let the ring be, and for a short second, our eyes locked. A weird shiver ran down the length of my spine as I could see some kind of regret written on Zachary's face.