Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Stuart's Baby

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"Are you seriously being sarcastic now?" You shout at him, "I'm telling you I'm having your baby and you can't even take it seriously."

"How else do you expect me to act, Angela? This is a bit of a surprise."

"Well for a genius, I'd expect you to know the odds of a condom not always working." You bitterly bite back.

"I'm not a genius."

"Seriously? That's what you get out of that," you're rolling your eyes so far into the back of your head. "Do you how difficult it was for me to tell you? I'd expect a little sympathy, even from you."

"Well it's your baby." He tries to argue.

"Did no one ever tell you how sex works? You had to stick something inside of me, Stuart!" You shout back. "What's this really about, Stuart?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" He's barely focussing, but this time it's not his phone that's distracting him.

"Why are you being so rude?" You say as if it was so obvious.

"Maybe I'm not ready to be a parent, did you ever think of that?"

"Why do you think I was so scared to tell you?" You ask rhetorically. "I know you're not ready now," you calm down a bit and lower your voice, "but when you see your baby, you will be so happy." You try to comfort him, holding his face in your hands.

"We're not even married," he argues.

"We have nine months," you try to lighten the mood. "And you love me and I love you." You accept the silence, glad he's finally stopped running his mouth, but scared that he hasn't reassured his love for you.

"I can't do it." He rips your hands from his face and he rushes for the door. "Good luck," he speaks silently before leaving.

The tears had threatened to spill before but now you don't stop them as you fall as a heap on the floor.

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You're swaying your little girl in your arms, back and forth. The wind is blowing slightly through your hair as you rest at a park table setting.

"Angela," you see the regret is his eyes as you see him from across the table.

"Stuart," you struggle to make eye contact with him, scared you'll cry.

"Is that it?" He asks, trying to peer over the table as he slides in to sit.

"Her," you correct him. "Sophie."

"Can I see her?" You want to say no, but you feel drawn to the idea of him holding her. You nod and he races to your side, holding his arms out.

"Okay, you have to be careful," you guide her into his arms, delicately releasing your grip.

"Wow," he hasn't taken his eyes off her, "she has my nose," his entire face brightens.

"And your eyes," you assure him even though they're closed.

"Angie," he nicknames you, the familiar sound rollin g off of his tongue, "I'm so sorry."

"Stuart," you breathe.

"Angie, I'm sorry I didn't support you and that I just packed up and ran away. I've been doing a lot of thinking the last year and I was ready, but I was scared and I do love you, and you were right and I'd give anything to go back to that day and just start over and I'm such an idiot," you delicately press a finger to his lips to stop him rambling.

"Stuart, I get it. Having a baby is a lot for anyone." You gently place your finger in her hand as she lightly squeezes the tip.

"Can I get to know her?" He's begging now, his eyes resembling a puppy. "I mean, I can give you financial support and I know I can try to be her dad, she does look like me and is half me and I really want to make it up to y-" you cut him off with a kiss.