Rafe Cameron Imagines

Pregnant🤍

The golden rays of the Outer Banks' sunset danced across the water, the surface rippling like molten gold under the soft push of the evening breeze. It was the kind of serene beauty you'd always loved about this place, the calm that came just before nightfall, when everything felt still and peaceful. But tonight, that peace was nowhere to be found inside you.

You sat on the edge of the dock behind Tannyhill, your bare legs stretched out in front of you, toes dipping into the cool water. Normally, this was your favorite place to think—a spot where you could lose yourself in the sound of nature and the distant crash of the waves. But no amount of ocean breeze or fading sunlight could calm the whirlwind inside your mind.

You'd been out here for hours, replaying the same thoughts over and over, trying to sort through the chaos that had consumed you for the past week. A week since you took the test. A week since the two faint pink lines appeared, throwing your world into chaos. A week of pretending everything was normal while inside, you were unraveling.

You hadn't told anyone. Not Rafe. Not anyone—until now.

The crunch of footsteps on the wooden dock pulled you out of your thoughts. You stiffened, instinctively wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. You hadn't realized you were crying.

"Y/N?"

You turned your head, and there was Sarah, her slim frame silhouetted against the fading light. She was holding a bottle of water in one hand and a sandwich wrapped in a napkin in the other. Concern was etched into her features as she stepped closer, her blue eyes scanning your face.

"I thought I'd find you out here," she said, sitting down beside you without waiting for an invitation. She set the sandwich down between you and handed you the bottle of water. "Figured you haven't eaten since breakfast. Am I right?"

You took the bottle from her, but your grip on it was loose, absent. You hadn't been able to eat much for days. The nausea, the nerves—it all felt like too much.

"I'm fine," you mumbled, even though the words felt hollow.

Sarah's brow furrowed as she studied you. "You don't look fine."

"I'm just tired," you said quickly, your voice a little too sharp.

Her expression softened, but she didn't let it go. "Y/N come on. Talk to me. You've been... off for days now. You barely said anything at lunch, and you've been avoiding Rafe like the plague. Did something happen between you two?"

Your heart clenched at her words. No, nothing had happened—not yet, anyway. But you knew it was only a matter of time. You couldn't keep this secret forever, even though the thought of telling Rafe made you feel like you were on the edge of a cliff, staring into a terrifying unknown.

"It's not him," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah tilted her head, clearly waiting for you to elaborate.

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. You wanted to tell her. You needed to tell someone. But saying it out loud felt so... final. Like once the words were out, there was no taking them back.

After a long pause, you finally whispered, "I'm pregnant."

The confession hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.

Sarah's eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open slightly. For a moment, she didn't say anything, and you felt a fresh wave of panic rise in your chest.

"Are you serious?" she asked finally, her voice hushed.

You nodded, tears welling up again despite your best efforts to hold them back. "I found out last week."

Sarah's expression softened immediately, and she reached over, grabbing your hand. "Oh my God, Y/N. Are you okay?"

You shook your head, a choked laugh escaping your lips. "I don't know. I'm scared, Sarah. I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"Does Rafe know?"

You shook your head again, more vigorously this time. "No. I don't know how to tell him. What if he freaks out? What if he doesn't want this?"

"Y/N," Sarah said gently, giving your hand a squeeze. "I'm not going to lie to you—Rafe can be... complicated. But he loves you. I've seen the way he looks at you. He'd do anything for you."

"But this is different," you said, your voice breaking. "This isn't just some fight we can work through or some mistake we can fix. This is a baby, Sarah. This changes everything."

Sarah was quiet for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "Yeah, it does change everything. But maybe it's not as bad as you think. Rafe's not the guy he used to be, Y/N. He's grown up a lot since he's been with you. I think he could handle this."

"Or it could push him away," you whispered, staring down at the water.

"It could," Sarah admitted, and the honesty in her voice stung. "But you won't know until you tell him. And no matter what happens, you're not going to do this alone. I'm here, okay? Whatever you need, I've got you."

Her words brought a fresh wave of emotion, and you nodded, unable to speak.

"Have you thought about how you're going to tell him?" Sarah asked after a long pause.

You let out a shaky laugh. "I can barely even think about it without panicking. Every time I imagine it, I just... freeze."

Sarah sighed, leaning back on her hands. "Look, you don't have to tell him tonight. But don't wait too long, Y/N. He deserves to know. And you deserve to have him by your side for this. Rafe might surprise you."

You wanted to believe her. You wanted to believe that Rafe would take this in stride, that he'd hold you and tell you everything would be okay. But the fear of rejection, of losing him, loomed too large to ignore.

The sun had nearly disappeared below the horizon now, leaving the sky painted in deep shades of purple and blue. Sarah stayed with you, sitting in silence as the stars began to dot the sky.

As the evening stretched on, one thing became clear—you couldn't keep this secret forever. But tonight, for just a little while longer, you let yourself pretend that everything was still okay.