'Teen Wolf' Imagines

Welcome to the Family (Jordan x Reader)

Y/N's POV

I looked down at my bathroom sink counter and there laid four positive pregnancy tests. Four. Not one, not two, but four. I didn't know how to process this; how am I supposed to react to this because I'm only a 20 year old college student and in a secret relationship with the father of the baby. Yes, I'm an adult but that doesn't mean I'm ready to be a mother at 20. I'm in my second year of college and I have dreams, goals, and so much of the world to see before being ready to settle down, get married, and have kids. But now, I have to push all of that aside and figure out how I'm going to raise a baby.

The bad thing about a new and secret relationship is you don't know where you and your partner stand in the relationship, where you want this to go, or how long you're willing to make this relationship last. Jordan and I have been together for a few months and we've never really talked about what are our future plans and if our plans included each other.

There's also that lingering question in the back of my mind, how will Jordan take the news? Will he be excited? He's 24; maybe he's ready for this kind of thing. What if he's mad or not ready and wants me to get rid of it? If that's the case, I love him, but not enough to kill an innocent baby, our baby. What if he wants nothing to do with the baby or me and just walks away?

"Sweetheart? I'm home!" I heard my dad yell from the front door.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself as I quickly swiped all four tests back into the pregnancy box and wrapped it back in the small brown paper bag. Hearing dad's voice surprised me. He was supposed to be working tonight with Jordan and Stiles was over at Scott's house, which is why I decided to take the tests tonight. I toss the brown bag to my trash bin, telling myself to remember to take it out later before anyone sees it. "I'm coming dad!"

I walked out of my room and found dad in the kitchen, checking the mail that I left on top of the table. "Hey, I thought you were working tonight?"

Dad looked up from the mail to smile at me and then back towards the bills. "It's a slow night tonight. I thought I'd let the deputies take over tonight. They can handle it."

I nodded my head, even though he didn't see me. Truthfully, I didn't want to say anything else. I was afraid I was going to blow my secret if my voice trembled or cracked, or suddenly burst into tears. However, I can't just stay quite. Dad will know something is up and wrong. So I cleared my throat. "Do you want some dinner? I can make something or pick up something?"

"Do you want to go out to dinner? I can call Stiles, and make it family dinner night." Dad pushed aside the mail on the table. "Maybe go to Dave's and Buster's and play some games?"

"Umm, I have an exam to study for tomorrow," I lied. "I don't want to spend too much time out of the house."

"Say no more," Dad kissed my forehead before embracing me with a big hug. "You're such a good kid. I'm so proud of you." His words hit me like a semi-truck filled with guilt. "You go study and I'll order us some pizza."

I walked back towards my room, fighting back the warm tears that wanted to escape from the corner of my eyes, and hoping dad wouldn't take back how proud he is of me when I break the news he's going to be a grandfather.

I crawled into my bed in fetal position as my phone vibrated, signaling a new text message from Jordan.

P<3: Can I see you after work? I get out at midnight.

My fingers trembled over my phone, debating what to say. I wanted to see him but I couldn't. He would know something is bothering me and would ask me what's wrong until I told him and I couldn't tell him I'm pregnant. I wasn't ready for that just yet. So like I did with my father, I lied.