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Jack Barakat imagine

I feel my phone buzz next to me on the couch. It's my co-worker, Matt.

"Girl you were so right about this restaurant!"

I giggle a little. I've been trying to get him to try this place for ages and he finally went!

"I know, it's amazing! You should listen to me more often!"

I put my phone down on my lap and sip my drink.

"So who was that?" Jack asks, starring at me.

"Oh, it's just Matt from work." I say, paying no mind to his question.

"Interesting." He mumbles.

I ignore his comment and keep watching the TV.

"So, what was so important that you had to ruin our time together?" Jack says after a few seconds.

I feel the blood begin to go to my face. Not this shit again. "He was just commenting on a restaurant I told him about. The Indian place we went to last month." I say trying to control my temper.

He gets up and throws the remote across the room."Why don't you fucking marry him? I saw the way you were smiling at your phone."

"Jack don't eve start this again! I've told you multiple times that we're just friends. You have to trust me." I'm clenching my fists and trying really hard not to yell.

"Well I don't trust you!" He yells. "I don't trust him!"

"Jack we've been together for 2 years! If I wanted to be with someone else, I would've already done it!" Well that's it, I'm yelling.

"I see the way you look at guys Y/N! I know when I'm on tour you're sleeping around! Once a whore, always a whore!" Jack yells in my face.

Fuck this. Instead of retaliating I walk vastly to our room. I lock the door and go into the closet and find the biggest suitcases I can find and start throwing everything that's mine into them.

Jack is banging on the door but I barely noticed because all I can hear is what he just said to me.

I pack all my clothes, make-up, hair products and pretty much everything but furniture. I open the door and push through Jack. He's following me and trying to snatch my bags out of my hands.

He's yelling while I put my stuff in my car and is still yelling as I drive off.

I drive for a few minutes and pull over into a gas station. Where the hell am I going to go? I didn't think this through. I call my friend Amber and pray she answers.

"Hello?" She's definitely just woke up.

"I'm so sorry to call you, but can I crash with you for a while?" I'm trying not to cry, but my body is shaking.

"Of course! Need me to pick you up?" I'm thankful she doesn't ask why.

I tell her I have everything and quickly make my way to her house. She runs to me and hugs me tight. We grab my things and make our way to her guest room.

I explain everything while I cry on her shoulder. She rubs my back while I'm talking and hugs me tight. After about two hours, I decide to go to bed.

I wake up to six missed calls by Jack and 37 text messages. I ignore it and after a few days both are in the hundreds.

I've been really sick lately and haven't done much at all. Every time I move or eat, I vomit.

"How you feeling?" Amber asks, bringing me ginger ale.

"Okay, I suppose." I say, rubbing my tummy.

Amber sits with me in silence for a few minutes before she says anything. "Y/N, you don't think this could be, you know, pregnancy right?"

I stare at her for a few seconds while it precesses. It does make sense, but I'm on birth control and it's been weeks since we've had sex without a condom.

"I...I doubt it."

"You don't sound too convinced...Oh god Y/N." She's panicking and grabs her purse."I'm going to the store and I'll be right back."

She's back in not even ten minutes and throws the bag at me. I run to the bathroom and come out to wait with Amber. After five minutes I look and see two lines.

"Oh god." I whisper.

Amber snatches it from my hand and gasps.

"I'm...I'm pregnant." I whisper with tears in my eyes. "What am I going to do?"

"You have to tell him. I know you two are fighting a lot, but he deserves to know."

I nod and go upstairs to call him. I sit on the bed and hope he doesn't answer.

"Y/N! Hi, how are you? Where are you?" Jack sounds frantic.

"Jack I have to tell you something and I need you to just let me say it without interruptions." I say, trying to hide my anxiety.

He's silent so I begin. "The way you're treating me is not okay. I deserve better than that and you know that. You use to treat me with love and respect, now you treat trash better than me. I will not put up with that any longer. I am calling to tell you I'm pregnant."

We sit there in silence for a few minutes before anything else is said. "Are you sure?" He says quietly.

"I am."

"I don't really know what to say...I mean if our relationship wasn't in the condition it was, this would be amazing news." He says, remaining pretty calm.

"I know."

"Well, I want you to know that I will change. I want you and I want this baby. I love you more than anything and I know I've fucked up but I'm terrified of losing you. Y/N, I am so sorry for what I've said and done lately. I do love you and I do want you to come home."

I can't help but to cry. I love this man so much and now we're having a baby.

"Jack, I want you to know, things cannot and will not be like they were before. I refuse to have my baby grow up in that type of environment."

"I understand sweetie. Please come home." He asks, very quietly.

"Only if you promise things will change."

"I swear." He says quickly.

I agree to come home and pack all my stuff up. Amber promises to call and see how things are and I leave with butterflies in my stomach.

When I get home, Jack is waiting for me outside. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

"I'm so glad you're home." He whispers.

"Me too." I yawn.

"Our kid is going to be one hot motherfucker." He replies.

I laugh a little and rub my stomach. I will love this baby more than anything ever and I know Jack will too.

Let's hope this works.