Dylan's POV
As the week ended I found my way back to my apartment that I shared with Y/N. As I walked in the door I saw Y/N on her laptop. We didn't end on the greatest terms. We were fighting and arguing. I missed her though. But I could tell our love was fading because she didn't run to the door like she used to a year ago.
When I came home there was no surprises for me. I stop buying her gifts too. We were fading on each other. I sat down next to her.
"Hi Y/N." I said trying to get her attention.
"Oh hey Dyle." She said.
"So what's wrong? I come home and try to be nice but your being short with me." I said sitting up.
"I'm kind of stressed out." Y/N said grunting and getting up.
"Why?" I asked chasing after her.
"Because I don't know if I'm pregnant!" She aid slamming the door.
I couldn't believe she could be pregnant and didn't even bother to tell me. I would of left the game and we could of gone to the doctor together. But she decides to throw all this on me now. I walked k to our bedroom to see her Latin. In the bed with the covers over her face.
"Baby." I said southing.
"What!?" She asked snobby.
"Please. I'm sorry but if you are. I will help you." I said patting her back.
**TIME PASS**
"Hello Doc." I said shaking his hand.
"Okay so we're you two planning or unexpected?" He asked us. Y/N and I looked at each other.
"Um well I don't even know if I'm pregnant." Y/N said.
"We will ask you some questions then and have a pee sample."
"Okay." We said at the same time.
"So have you two been sexually active in the past 2 weeks? And how many times?"
Again we looked at each other. "In the pat fourteen days, I'd say five times." Y/N said looking at the doctor.
"Have you had any sickness or missed menstruation cycle?"
"No. I have been feeling light headed but I get that a lot."
YOUR POV.
As you were sitting in the car with Dylan you were driving back to your apartment. When of course Dylan started to annoy you.
"Y/N. If it's a boy can I name him? Or if it's a girl can we name her after the Stanley cup like Stacy? Like it would be fun to win and put them on the cup." Dylan blabbered.
"It would be hard though for the baby to only have one parent most of the time." Dylan said.
"What am I not good? Not good enough to be a parent?" You asked offended at his last statement.
"Well. I mean. You never wanted kids, you complain about them when we're in public and stuff like that." Dylan said getting quieter each word.
**Time Pass**
"Dylan stop!"
"Y/N, your a bitch!"
"I'm sorry but you have to leave!" You shouted at Dylan as he was trying to pick up clothes you were throwing at him.
As soon as Dylan left you started to cry. You didn't know what to do. You were scared confused. As you were watching Netflix your phone rang.
"Hello Ms.Strome?" The doctor asked.
"I'm not Ms.Strome. It's just Y/N." You said correcting him.
"I'm sorry. I have your results and your not pregnant."
"Thank you." You say before you hang up.
**Time Pass 2 Weeks later**
"I think this is the last box." You say to Dylan as he was grabbing his stuff out of your apartment.
"Yea looks like it. Thanks for everything Y/N. I'll miss you." He said closing the moving vans door.
"I'm sorry we couldn't work out." You say lookin at the sky.
"Me too."
As Dylan pulled away you let a tear slip from your eyes. You waited until the car was at the corner until you walked back into your building about five minutes later you heard a knock.
"Y/N!" You heard Dylan yell.
"What." You say.
He hugged you and you smelled his cologne.
"I forgot that. I'll love you forever Y/N." He said pulling away and walking away. As he went into the elevator you spoke softly to yourself.
"I love you too Dill."
A/N: Love you all so much!!!!!!
