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brad imagine; his baby.

After weeks of waking up and feeling sick, constantly throwing up along with that, you check the calender to check the last time you had your period. You knew you was due on a couple days ago, why hadn't you come on yet?

But, you was wrong. It was more than a couple of days.

'I'm two weeks late?' You mutter to yourself as Brad is still sprawled out in bed fast asleep. 'Shit'

You see the time is 10.30am so you throw on a pair of jeans, top, jacket, uggs and tie your hair up in a pony tail really quickly. You run to the shop and buy the most expensive pregnancy tests as your sure they're most likely to tell the truth.

You buy three, for good luck. You pay your £20 and run back home. Just before taking them, you drink five glasses of water until your almost weeing yourself.

'Right, lets do this' you say to yourself, sitting down placing a test under yourself as you wee.

You wait three minutes like it tells you to and the positive sign comes up. Your heart starts beating fast, breathing gets heavier and you almost feel faint.

'Oh no' you say. 'Alright, this must be a false alarm'

Trying the second one, it comes out positive again and so does the second one. You sit there and cry. All tests tell you your about 2-3 weeks pregnant but they're not always right.

'(y/n)?' Brad says from behind the door knocking on it. 'Babe, are you okay?'

'I-I I'm fine babe' you stutter and sniffle quickly wiping the tears away.

'Okay, well ill be downstairs' he says.

Its not that you didn't want this baby. Having a baby is what you've always dreamed of. But, what will brad do? He's in a band for goodness sake! Will he runaway? What will his reaction be? Will he ditch me?

'yeah, can I book an appointment as soon as possible for today please?' You say, through the phone.

'Yes, what's your name love?' The lady says.

You tell them your name, DOB, address and other personal information.

'Okay, we have an appointment for 1, hows that?' She asks.

'Thats fine, thankyou' you say, seeing its only half 11 giving you plenty of time to get ready.

The line goes dead so you go to your room and apply simple make up that consits of concealer, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, blusher and lipgloss. You then straighten your hair and grab your phone and head downstairs, seeing the time is now half 12.

'Where you going babe?' Brad asks.

'I- uh- my, mums' you stutter. He nods and you kiss him. You catch a taxi to the doctors.
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Waiting nervously and shaking your leg, the clock is on 13.02. Two minutes late. Making you even more nervous.

'(y/n)?' The doctor calls out. You stand up and make your way to the room.

' hello, im doctor. Jones. If you just lay down here and relax, im going to apply this gel to your belly. It will be cold' she giggles slightly. You nod anxiously.

She does what she said and you wince at the coldness. She grabs a hold of a handle type thing and places it on your belly, showing something on the grey screen.

She scans around for a few minutes, pressing quite hard on your belly trying to get a show of something.

'There it is' she says, pointing to a bean sized dot on the screen. 'there's your baby' she smiles.

'I-Im pregnant?' You stutter and smile with a tear of happiness.

'Yes, around 3 weeks. Congratulations' she smiles.

'Thankyou' you book your next appointment and make your way home.
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'Brad?' You shout, closing the door.

'Upstairs!' He shouts back down.

You sigh and make your way upstairs.

'Brad, we need to talk' you say as he turns to face you.

'What's wrong babe? ' he asks, walking up to you and sitting down on the bed with you.

'I've been throwing up for two weeks now. I checked the calender this morning. Im two weeks late' you pause.

'Yeah?'

'So' you sigh. 'Whilst you were sleeping, I went to the shop and bought the dearest pregnancy test, three of them. I came home and took them all'

'And?'

'They all came out positive' you say nervously. 'I went to the doctors'

'So you didn't go to your mums?'

You shake your head.

'Im pregnant, brad' you say nervously.

'oh my god!' He happily shouts hugging you. 'How far?'

'3 weeks' you smile.

He cups your face with his large hands, 'I love you so much (y/n)'

'I love you too brad' you smile and kisses you passionately.

Shit this was long, sorry.

But i want brads babys, end of.

Imagine mini brads though?

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