Highschool Lovers

Let's get pregnant b!tch (idk figure out a title in the comments)

It's supposed to be the happiest time of my life, and in many ways it is. I'm 18 years old, engaged to the love of my life, Adrien Agreste, and we're in the throes of planning our dream wedding. But lately, something just hasn't been feeling right.

"Adrien, do you mind if we take a break from this for a minute?" I ask, setting down the chart of potential wedding venues we've been poring over. "I'm not feeling so great."

Adrien looks up at me with concern etched on his face. "Of course, Y/n. What's wrong?"

I shake my head, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. "I don't know. I've been feeling a little sick to my stomach lately. I thought it might just be stress from planning the wedding, but..." I trail off, not wanting to worry him unnecessarily.

But Adrien, being the amazing fiancé that he is, immediately jumps into worry mode. "But what, Y/n? You have to tell me if something's wrong."

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I think I might be pregnant, Adrien."

His face lights up with joy, despite my less-than-enthusiastic tone. "Really? That's amazing, Y/n! I know it's not exactly how we planned things, but I'll support you no matter what."

I can't help but smile a little at his enthusiasm, even as my own worries continue to swirl in my mind. "I know you will, Adrien. It's just...I'm a gymnast. I'm competing in the Olympics in four months. I don't know if I can handle being pregnant and training at the same time."

Adrien takes my hand, his expression serious now. "Y/n, you are an incredible athlete. I have no doubt that you can handle whatever challenges come your way. And if anyone can figure out how to balance being a mom and a world-class gymnast, it's you."

Despite my fears, his words fill me with a sense of determination. Maybe he's right. Maybe I can do this.

A few days later, I find out for sure that I am indeed pregnant. The news is a surprise, to say the least, but Adrien and I quickly adjust to the idea. We start making plans for our new future as a family, and I begin the process of figuring out how to balance my training with my growing baby bump.

It's not easy, of course. There are days when I'm so exhausted from morning sickness that I can barely make it through a practice session. And there are days when I worry that I'm not doing enough to prepare for the Olympics, both for myself and for my unborn child.