All Time Low Oneshots

Pregnant or not? - Jack

So what if you think you're pregnant?
You don't know if Jack even wants to have kids, so you are pretty nervous to take the test...
But you take it and it's negative, or is it?

I'm a giggling mess once Jack takes his bodyweight off of me and I scoot over, so he can sit down next to me. We're both panting like we just ran a marathon...
"That was so fun... I love you so much for this", Jack chuckles with me. I giggle lightly again and reach out for his shirt to cover my naked body at least a little bit.
"Noooo", he whines and instantly pushes the fabric of my body.
"But it's cold, Jack! And what if someone comes back?"
He grumbles a bit, but throws me my panties and my own top. I catch them and quickly slip everything on. In the meantime, Jack at least pulls on his boxers.

I look around and see the micro right next to us. The door of the soundproof booth for recordings is on the opposite side and on our left there is a chair and some guitars lay around.
Yes, All Time Low is recording a few new songs.
Yes, they do it all together.
Yes, they do it in this studio.
But as the other guys and the producer and whatever the other guys hanging around this place were, took a break and wanted to leave to go out to get something to eat, Jack just said he wanted to stay in and practise some song. The boys seemed suspicious as he clung to my arm and begged me to stay with him.
This was about half an hour ago and I cuddle into Jacks side. He doesn't hesitate a second to wrap his arms around me and engulfs me in a bear hug. I smile against his chest and close my eyes. I breath in his scent and sigh in pure content. He holds me tight against himself and hums a quiet melody. I realise it's their new song and smile.
"What's it called?", I ask quietly. He stops humming and loosens his grip on me.
"Somewhere in Neverland. Why?"
"I think I like it."
"Well, we made love to it, so you have to like it", he chuckles. A big grin spreads across my face and I lean up to leave a loving kiss on his lips. He quickly kisses back and smiles once he breaks the kiss.
"What was that for?"
With a slight smile I shake my head and snuggle into his side again. I love it when Jack actually says he's 'making love' to me – not just a quick fuck, but 'making love'. It makes my insides tingle and my heart beating fast and heart against my ribcage.
"Yo, you friggin bunnies! Get your clothes on and eat! I got you two something!"
I shoot up at Alex voice booming through the soundproof booth. Jack just groans while getting up. My eyes find Alex sitting behind the big window and grinning widely. He leans forward, presses a button and then his voice is heard again.
"Come on! Why are you already half dressed!"
"Fuck off, Alex. My girl", Jack shouts back but grins at the singer.
"Get out there. The others are still eating but they'll be here soon. I don't think you want to get yelled at for this little stunt. I brought you some fries and burgers", Alex smirk softens to a smile and he points at a bag on the chair next to his.
We quickly pull on our remaining clothes and walk out to eat and chat a bit with Alex...

~

Exactly a month later my heart is beating fast and hard.
I stare at the little box in my hands. The light violet letters seem to stare back at me and I can't take it anymore. I chuck the box beside me on my bed and get up to make myself a tea or something. I don't even get to the kitchen, when I think I have to do it and run back into my bedroom. I just have to be sure. I can't live longer with this confusing thoughts. This has to be clear.
I get the box and walk straight into my bathroom. I watch the purple letter once again as I open the stupid package and get the stick out.
Pregnancy test.
With a nervous intake of breath, I pull my pants down and squad awkwardly over the toilette. I put the stick right under me and start peeing. Again I awkwardly shift the stick so I pee on it for a few seconds. Once I'm done I get it out from under me and sit down properly. I look at the test and lay it down on the edge of my bathtub. Then I clean myself up, pull my pants back up and flush the toilette. I wash my hands and grip the sink so hard, my knuckles turn white.
"You can do this. It's okay", I mumble to myself and close my eyes for a second. Then I turn around and grab the test again.
My eyes scan the test and I look at the little space where my result is noted.
One line. Just one. One.
I feel the weight being lifted of my shoulders and instantly my mood lightens and I feel free. Just free and not bothered anymore. I'm not pregnant. I'm not gonna have a child. I'm not going to have to be a mother.
Most importantly: I don't have to face Jack and tell him I got pregnant the one time we did it without protection. I don't have to argue with him about if it's the right time to get parents. If we're ready for it. If he even wants to be a father.
I'm so sure that wouldn't be what he wanted. We're just in our early twenties and he likes to party and drink and have sex at random places and make music and tour with his friends and do stupid shit... He's just not father-material right now. He's not really responsible and he doesn't want to be.
I'm not sure but I have the feeling he would have wanted me to abort the baby. And that's something I don't think I could have done...
So all in all, I'm really really relieved I'm not pregnant.
I mean it's not that I don't want a child. And would be certainly happy to start a family with Jack, but... well, it would be nice if we at least would have once talked about having children before I get pregnant. This wasn't a topic for us so far and that's why I don't exactly know if he even wants children. There are many men who don't want a family. Maybe Jack is one of them?
But for now I'm really happy to not be pregnant. With a smile on my face I leave my bathroom and now I actually make myself some tea and take my free time to catch up on some TV series.