I'VE BEEN HAVING MAD BABY FEVER. NOT LIKE REAL BABY FEVER, BUT FICTIONAL BABY FEVER, SO HERE IS ONE OF THE PREGNANCY CHAPTERS I PROMISED. 👶🏿👶🏾👶🏽👶🏻👶🏼
It all happened unexpectedly. You and Billy were just messing around like you always do. You never really dabbled I'm condoms or birth control, so it was always a matter of chance, and well, the chances were never zero.
You walked up to Billy's bedroom, standing in the doorway as he cleaned the excess blood off his Ghostface mask.
"Hey, [Name]. What's up, Babe?" He asked with a smile on his face. He had no clue. "Billy, we need to talk." You finally stepped past through the door, leaning against his desk.
"About what?" Billy asked, His smile faltering as he tried to hide his concern.
"About us. I'm not exactly sure how to say this." You started to shy away from the topic. "Just tell me. We can talk, baby." He pulls you down on his lap. You turn your head, biting your lip.
"I promise, you can tell me." He inhales your scent, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm... I'm pregnant." You blurt out, awaiting his reaction. Billy's arms loosen around you as his posture straightens. "What?" Is all he could manage to say. He was more than shocked.
"Billy, I'm pregnant." You repeated. "I–Wow. Really?" Billy tried to process the situation calmly. "Yes."
You and Billy stood up. Tears fell down your face as you began to cry. "Hey, hey! Don't cry!" He hugs you tightly. "I know it's a lot to take in, but it's okay, I promise!" Billy tries to calm you down. "Billy, this is serious. We're not ready to be parents." You explained, sniffling.
"Baby, no one is ever truly ready no matter what they say. It'll be alright. I mean, we're adults now. We can take care of these things." He said softly, rocking you in his arms.
☆4 Months later☆
You sit in bed, looking as if you're about to pop. The lights in the room are din, you're wearing one of Billy's horror movie shirts, which is basically the only thing that fits comfortably with the baby.
You caress your stomach slowly, looming down at the bump. You noticed the faint ringing of your phone, and answer lazily.
"Hey, Billy." You speak in a sleepy tone.
"Hey, baby." He shoots back, his voice dismantled by the voice changer. He was definitely up to no good.
"What are you doing?" You asked accusing, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, you know, just... this and that. Anyways, I wanted to know if you needed anything while I'm out. You know, pills, honey buns, stuff like that."
"Aww, how sweet. Maybe you can get me a pack of [favorite snack]?"
"Of course, baby. Have you eaten at all today? I mean, we gotta make sure the baby eats enough." He asks, sounding concerned.
"Yeah, I ate."
"Ate what exactly?"
"A burrito."
"A burrito?!" He exclaims, audibly appalled. "Baby, you're eating for two. One burrito is not going to do the trick. You'll need more than that. What else can I get you while I'm out? You know what, nevermind. I don't want you using all your energy, I'll make a list myself." Billy rambled.
"Billy, I–" "it's not up for discussion, baby. I'll buy the whole damn store. I'll call you when I get done, alright?" You sighed, a smile creeping on your face.
"Alright." You agreed. "Okay, I love you," "I love you too." "I love your more." He teases. "I love you most." You shoot back, hanging up the phone. You looked up at the ceiling, wondering if Billy would really try and buy the store out of stock.
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