I got this idea from reading one shots from other fandom things. And in all of them the person x reader reacts good. So yeah, you know where I'm going with this don't you? Please vote and comment.
You ran a hand through your hair. You were terrified. You couldn't tell Marshall, your famous rapper boyfriend, that you were carrying his child. He'd kill it, or worse, he'd kill you. It had been afew months, but now the bump was starting to show. How long could you keep it away from him now?
You shook.
You just wouldn't tell him, and hope that he went away on tour for the last few months. You went into his wardrobe when he was downstairs and pulled on one of his shirts. It was reasonably baggy and hid your slightly swelled tummy. You wondered off downstairs and tried to be as casual as you could.
But nothing could hide the tear stains on your cheeks.
"Baby?" Marshall stood quickly and walked to you. He took your face in his big hands and looked at you intensely,"Who the fuck upset my girl?"
"N-nobody." You shook. Oh god, you could feel yourself telling him.
"What is it? Tell me. I won't be mad."
That's when everything flooded out.
"I'm pregnant. Look, I'm sorry! I don't want a kid either. But you're the one who doesn't like wearing condoms! You can't expect me to stay on pills for my whole life. So the blame isn't just on me Marshall."
At first, he didn't reply. He just stared at you. Until he finally spoke.
"You better be fucking with me."
"I'm not Marshall." You shook your head and lifted Marshall's shirt that was around you. You took his hands and pressed them against your stomach.
"Nah." He pulled his hands back. "When're you getting rid of it?"
"I'm not. What makes you think that?" You express.
"Neither of us want a kid (Y/N)!" He rubbed his hand over his head.
"So what?! We can make do."
"Are you not hearing what I'm telling you? I said I don't want a fucking kid!"
"You're a selfish bastard!"
"Fuck you! You know shit about me."
"We've been dating for five fucking years Marshall! I know you don't wanna get married! I know you don't want a baby! But guess what, not all of us get what what we want." You yelled, matching the harshness in his voice.
"Piss off!"
"Fine!" Tears clouded your eyes as you ran upstairs. You locked yourself in the ensuite bathroom and cried.
Marshall knew he fucked up. He knew he shouldn't have reacted so harshly. He left you for an hour to pull yourself together before he walked upstairs to you.
He knocked the door.
"What'd you want?" You sniffled.
"Let me in baby."
You unlocked the door and allowed your boyfriend in. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. "I guess we'll make do, we can't let this ruin us, right?"
"Right."
