Magcon Imagines and Preferences

Matthew Espinosa

There's a knock at the front door, and you weren't expecting anyone so you're a little worried about who it might be. You're in your apartment alone, ever since you and Matt had that fight he's been living with his brother. You go to the door and open it, quickly regretting ever even getting up from your couch.
"Y/n," he says, trying to stop you before you shut the door right in his face. You do shut the door, but he catches it with his foot, and you groan as he slips his way in.
"What do you want, Matt?" You ask angrily, and he looks you dead in the eyes as he's deep in thought.
"You're pregnant," he just plainly states, and your mind swirls with thoughts.
Why would he say that?
Is he trying to start a fight?
Do I look fat?
"What?"
"The test you took, it's positive."
You look beside him in your garbage can, and sure enough there's that pregnancy test you took yesterday that you didn't even bother to check the results on. You quickly move over to the bin, nudging Matt out of the way as you pick up the test. Two little pink lines lay in front of your eyes, indicating the positive result.
Your eyes fill with tears, and Matt tries to comfort you by holding your hand. You quickly rip it away, looking into his eyes and scoffing as he looks at you, confusion written across his face.
"What the hell is your problem, y/n? I didn't even do anything! You can't just get pissed at someone and kick them out of their own house, okay? This is our house, not your house. And now that you're pregnant, as long as it's actually mine, I'd kinda like to stay to help raise it."
Tears spill down your cheeks as you recall the last month you've spent alone in the apartment, and remember that one night. It's as if Matt reads your mind, and his mouth opens but you don't gather the words until he's out the door, and you're left alone, pregnant with another mans baby.