Chandler Riggs/ Carl Grimes Imagines

Perfection

"I don't want to go," I moaned, pulling the pillow over my face.

Chandler sighed," I don't care. You have to."

He grabbed my ankles and started tickling up my legs while I squirmed in the sheets.

Last night, I had been at my boyfriend's house and fell asleep in his arms.

It was pretty cute considering we had stayed up all night watching movies, and I fell asleep in his arms while he cuddled me.

Around three a.m., he brought me upstairs to his room, and we went to sleep there.

The only thing that ruined it was that my mom called Chandler's phone this morning, reminding the both of us that I had a doctor's appointment today.

"Your mom is going to be pissed," he said as he opened his closet door.

I smiled under the pillow, "She can't control me anymore. I moved out."

Chandler sighed, "She's still your mom. Plus, you have to go to the doctor to make sure you're healthy."

"I feel fine," I said, defiantly.

"You're bulimic and anorexic," my boyfriend muttered.

"Used to be," I corrected," I went to rehab. I'm good."

He came over to the bed and lay on top of me.

"Oh my gosh," I squealed in laughter, "You're heavy as fuck. Get off."

He tickled my sides and allowed me to squirm under him.

"I love you," Chandler said, kissing down my neck," I just want to make sure you're still healthy. You've been throwing up a lot and I'm worried. If you're not going to go for your mom or yourself, go for me."

I groaned again,"Fine."

I pecked him on the lips just as he was lifting himself off of me,"But just because I love you. You know I hate doctors."

I pulled the covers off and hopped out of the bed and into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Hurry up or we're going to be late," Chandler called from the living room.

I rolled my eyes and stepped into the shower.

When I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked into Chandler's room, going into his closet and pulling out a Foo Fighters t-shirt and sweatpants.

I pulled my long, wet hair into a low side ponytail and slipped on my flip flops.

"Let's go baby," Chandler called.

When I walked out into the living room, Chandler gave me a playful pout.

"That's my favorite shirt. You're putting all your germs on it."

I laughed and pecked him on the cheek,"Looks like you have matching germs. I wanted to wear the shirt. It smells like you."

He took my hand as we walked to his car, and he smiled,"I don't mind. In fact, you look amazing in it."

I blushed just as we were getting in the car and made our way to the doctor's office.

"Really Chandler," I said with a smile,"I feel fine. There's no need to see a doctor."

My boyfriend scoffed and we proceeded to sign in and wait for me to be called.

I leant my head against Chandler's shoulder while we waited and he rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand.

Pretty soon, my name was called and we followed the doctor to the room.

She asked the typical questions and then asked why we were here.

"Well, I have suffered in the past from bulimia and anorexia, so I got medication for it and now I'm throwing up a lot."

The doctor nodded and asked me to go pee in the cup.

I nodded and jumped off the little bed thing that was in the room.

After I was finished, I placed the cup in the cabinet and almost instantly, they took it.

"Pee snatchers," I muttered with a laugh as I washed my hands.

After drying my hands and turning out the light, I walked back to the room where Chandler sat, waiting.

"What's taking them so long?" I groaned into Chandler's chest.

He squeezed my hand and kissed my forehead, "All in due time, Darling."

As he finished his sentence, there was a small rap on the door and the doctor walked back in.

"We did some testing on your urine sample," she started slowly, "And we've come to the conclusion that you're pregnant."

I felt Chandler tense up and my jaw dropped.

"I'm pregnant?" I asked.

She nodded, "It would explain the vomiting and your sample showed all the signs."

I didn't know what to say.

I wasn't ready for a baby.

Sure, I was twenty years old, had my own job, and lived in my own apartment, but mentally, I wasn't ready.

I couldn't even look in the mirror.

"I'll leave it to the two of you to talk about it," she said before closing the door again.

"Chandler," I said, tears welling in my eyes, "I'm sorry."

I lifted my hands to cover my face and sob, but my boyfriend caught my wrists in his hands.

"Why are you sorry?" he said with a smile, "This is good news."

"I'm not ready to be a mother," I sobbed, "Look at me."

He looked me up and down," I don't see what you see love. I know you hate the way you look, but I don't see it. I see the most beautiful woman in the whole world. I also see the perfect mother to my baby."

He wiped the tears from my face and pulled my sniveling self into a hug.

"I see you for you, no matter how you see yourself."

I hugged him back tightly and smiled into his shoulder.

I couldn't have asked for a more perfect boyfriend.

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