JUDGMENT DAY ONE SHOTS

Scare D.P

"Awh, babe! Look at this cute baby." I showed Damian the video that came up on my tiktok for you page. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head at the adorably dressed infant, then quickly turned his head back to his own tiktok app.

I frown to myself, now worried more than ever. Something isn't right with me, i've been more exhausted than usual, increased appetite and headaches every day. This body behavior is nothing i'm familiar with and the only thing I can think of, is pregnancy. Damian has told me before he doesn't want kids, and i've been throwing hints at him these last few days to ease into the conversation that I could be pregnant.

Tomorrow is the day I start my cycle, but just in case I miss my period, I need to be prepared to have that conversation with my boyfriend; it's not going to be sunshine and rainbows considering it's not what Damian wants.

"Why do you do that?" I ask. He looks over at me, his hand stops stroking my calf that was laying over his lap.

"Do what, hun?"

"You show no interest in babies."

He scoffs. "Cause kids are gross. I'm not wiping any butts ever. My shirts are all going to get ruined from puke and I like my sleep."

"So you wouldn't wipe my butt if I ever needed you to?"

He looks taken back. "Of course I would. You're different."

I raise an eyebrow, my tone of voice turns serious. "How would I be different from our kids butts?"

"Why are you so defensive? We don't even have kids and probably won't. All of this over a video."

My jaw was slightly dropped, I can't believe what I just heard. I pull my leg away, Damian looks at me, confused, slightly annoyed.

"Probably won't have kids huh? Well, just so you know, my period might not be here tomorrow." I walk away, going to the bedroom where the unmade bed was and crawled into my spot, pulling the comforter over my head. I was expecting Damian to follow me, but he didn't. The apartment was quiet, then I heard the sound of the front door open and close rather loudly; and I broke down into my pillow, realizing I really upset my boyfriend.

I cried for a while, until I decided to take a nap and sleep off this funk.

I woke up to my arm being wiggled, I turn over and see Damian looking down at me with no expression on his face. He holds up a bag and reaches into it, pulling out the scary box that contained two tests, and hands it to me. I sat up, grabbing it and pushed past him to get to the bathroom. I heard him follow behind me, but I shut the door and locked it, then heard a sigh from the other side.

"You locked me out?"

"I'm doing this on my own."

"It's my kid too, if it's positive then I want to be there."

I laugh unbelievably. "So now you want a kid?"

"I never said that, but at this point I don't really have a choice. Can you just please let me in and we can do this together?" I gave into his sincere sounding tone, and unlocked the bathroom door, opening it for Damian. He sits on the edge of the bathtub while watching me open the wrapper that contained the test.

I followed the instructions, then placed the test back into the wrapper and then reality set in and my heart started racing, terrified of two pink lines that could be there within the next three minutes. Damian did everything to avoid eye contact with me, he twiddled his thumbs, bounced his leg and looked at everything in the bathroom besides me. I felt sad in a way, but I tried to put myself in his shoes and imagine how he's feeling too.

I counted to 180 then grab the pink wrapper off the counter, pulling the test out. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding against my chest and flipped it over, revealing only one pink line, then showed it to my boyfriend. His face relaxes at the result and I toss it in the trash. I wash my hands while he was still sitting on the tub, and walked to the door after drying.

"I hope you feel better now." I said in a quiet tone. I didn't know how to feel; I was sad but I know I should be thankful that it was negative. I guess I kind of got excited at the possibility of having a baby with the love of my life, and somehow it feels like it got taken from me.

I dragged myself to the bed, moping a little bit, I laid right in the middle, turning to my side and faced the sliding doors that lead to the balcony. The 4pm sun was shining through the glass, making me squint my eyes.

"Love, I don't get why you're being this way." I heard from across the room. I swallow the lump in my throat, staying quiet. After a few moments, the bed dipped behind me and I felt Damian's big arms wrap around me, and pull me into his body. "Talk to me. Why is this bothering you?"

I wipe the escaped tear, and shift myself to lay on my back. Damian sits up, using his elbow to support himself. "I just.."

"What princess?" My heart flutters, I loved when he called me that.

"I was just so happy at the thought of having your baby. For a good moment there, I actually thought that we'd be raising a child together." I sniffle while more tears fell. "You don't want kids. I just have to accept that."

"Baby," He rolls over me, his brown eyes looking into mine. "I don't want kids right now. If anybody is going to have my babies, I want you to be the one carry them. I'm in the prime of my career right now, and I would hate myself to leave you home alone while i'm on tour."

Our eyes danced, and his words calmed me down. I never thought of it in that way. "You just made it seem like you never wanted kids."

"Honestly, I wouldn't care if I had kids or not. Knowing how you feel about it, I just want to make you happy and give you everything you want. Let's just enjoy each other right now. I'm not ready to share you." I giggle at the last sentence and he leans down, kissing my lips softly. "I love you."

"I love you, Damian."

"What do you say we make a baby, without the baby?" He smirks.