The Fooo Imagines

Omar Imagine

A few days ago I was at the hospital and now I'm back again, you think to yourself. A few days ago you found out you were going to have a baby girl in 5 months and now you're here again, waiting, to find out if something's wrong. You woke up early this morning in some slight pain and it worried you that something might be wrong with your baby. Your thoughts are interrupted by the doctor opening the door to the room you're waiting in, "Y/N Y/L/N?" he asks. "Yes?" you look up. "I'm sorry but your baby is..." he trails off. He didn't even have to finish the sentence for you to know you lost her. "Would you like us to contact the father or would you like to tell him?" You shake your head in response, "He doesn't even know... We broke up before I found out I was pregnant." The doctor nods and leaves you alone in the room. You waited until the doctor left to cry over your unborn daughter.

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"I'm so sorry Y/N," your best friend says softly over the phone when you call her. Your best friend is the only one who knew you were pregnant.

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You spent the rest of the night crying. You never knew just how much you wanted a baby until that moment. Just as you were getting up to dispose of your used tissues, you hear a knock on your front door. You open it to see your ex-boyfriend Omar. "Hi Y/N," he says, "What's wrong?" he asks immediately after, panicked. "Nothing," you tell him dismissively. "Why are you even here?" you ask. "Y/F/N called me and I wanted us to get back together. Now, will you tell me what's wrong?" "Just before we broke up I found out I was pregnant with your child and today I found out that I lost it..." A tear falls down your cheek and Omar wipes it with his thumb, "Did you know the gender of our baby?" You can't help the butterflies in your stomach when Omar says 'our baby'; you can't help but still love him. "Yeah, I found out a few days ago... It was a girl." You and Omar sit on the couch without saying anything to each other. After a few minutes, you finally speak and break the silence, "Sophie." "What?" Omar asks you. "Sophie," you repeat, "Her name would've been Sophie," you smile to yourself. "I now this is a bad time but will you please be my girlfriend again? We can pick up where we left of..." Omar wraps his arm around your waist and you sit on his lap. "Yes, I love you Omar." "I love you, too, Y/N." You kiss his cheek and he smiles. "And... If you really wanted to, we can go see if we can make another daughter that I'll know about this time," Omar adds, slightly joking. You laugh and kiss his soft lips, "Thank you Omar, for everything."