Celebrity Imagines

Happy Father's Day (Part 2)

Y/N P.O.V

I've spent five days and four nights at my mom's house. I barely eat, although I know I should. My mom has been trying to get me to eat something, but I refuse. All I do is lay in bed, cry, sulk and think. I've been thinking about a lot of things. I thought about why Diggy cheated, I thought about his kids, our child, I thought about whether or not I want to have this child. A part of me doesn't want to have this baby. The other half of me thinks about how long I've waited to be a mother and how happy I'd be with this baby in my life. But would it be worth it? Do I still love him? Is he worthy of me or this child? He wouldn't even claim the two he already has.

As I stared at the boring white wall, I heard knocking for the hundredth time this week. I know exactly who it is.

My mom went to the door like she did every day that's passed.

"I'm sorry, she's still not ready." I heard my mom say faintly. It's become a routine for her by now.

"Okay. I-I'll come back tomorrow."
He says that every time.

I know he will. I prayed everyday that he wouldn't, but he always does.

After he left, I heard my mother make her way to my room. She opened the door slightly and saw me in my stagnant-like state.

She sighed and walked to the bed. My eyes stayed trained on the same spot on the wall. She sat on the edge of the bed.

"Y/N I know you don't want to talk. I know that you're hurt. And I know that you're not telling me everything about this situation." she said. She knows why I left Diggy. What she doesn't know is that I'm pregnant, which is the reason my emotions are getting the best of me right now.

"What else is wrong with you Y/N? I know what it feels like to be betrayed, but there is more to this story. I know that because I know you."

I remained silent. Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong with me. My stomach starting hurting and I knew what was going to follow. I ripped the sheets back and bolted to the bathroom down the hall. I threw the toilet seat cover back and let it all out. Once I finished, I went to the sink and rinsed my mouth out. My mom sat patiently my the door.

"You're pregnant aren't you?" she asked.

I nodded my head 'yes'.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

I just shrugged and shook my head, signifying I didn't know.

"Do you want to keep 'em?"

'Yes' I nodded again.

"Do you think he wants the baby too?"

"I don't know." I cried. "He already has an entire family, mom. Two boys that he's never mentioned to me a day in his life. What if he feels that two kids are enough for him? We got married, went on trips, visited his family and have done so much together...and I didn't know a damn thing." I sat on the edge of the porcelain tub and cried. My mom walked to me and held me until my crying ceased.

"Babygirl, I know you are hurt. But this pain will not pass until you talk to him. I've had to listen to you cry until your eyes dried out for far too long. Just think about it. And think about what's best for this." she pointed towards my stomach which wasn't showing much. I nodded in agreement.

"Let's get you back to bed." she stood from the edge of the tub and offered me her hand, which I gladly took.

-----------Following Day-----------

I woke up with an agenda already set. My first step was to shower and wash away the dirt from my skin. Second, wash the clothes and the sheets stained with old tears. Third, nourish myself and my unborn child. Food and water will fill the void, created by pain and sorrow. Fourth, I'll go outside and finally get sunlight to warm my skin and fresh air to dry my tear soaked lungs. Fifth, go to my mother and thank her for giving me the strength, love and courage to perform my last and final step. For my sixth and final task, I will confront Diggy .

Just in the nick of time, he arrived at my mother's door. I'm sure his knuckles are bruised from the never ending knocking. I was hesitant to open the door, but with all the courage I could muster up I pulled the door back and saw him.

He looked awful. His eyes were low and they had developed dark circles. It's like he hasn't slept in years. His lips were chapped and I could tell his personal hygiene was slacking.

"Hi." I gave a weak smile.

"H-Hey." he was relieved and shocked to see me.

I gestured for him to come in and closed he door behind him. He sat on the couch and I sat down on the other side. We were uncomfortably silent. He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.

"Before you go about apologizing and begging me to come home...you should know that these past five days have been absolute hell. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I felt like shit because of you. That feeling made me hate you. I genuinely wanted to see you rot in hell. 'Six years of lies.' That's all I could think about. It really fucked me up....I know you're sorry Daniel. I can see it in your eyes and it's written all over your face."
His head hung low in shame.

"But it's okay. Because last night I asked myself if I really do hate you for being dishonest and secretive...I realized that I can't hate you for that. Because in those six years of secrecy there were also six years of happiness by not knowing. I realized that you kept me from the baby momma drama and kids who would probably hate my guts for thinking I was the reason daddy didn't want to be with mommy. So...somehow I thank you for that."

"But I still cheated." he shook his head in even more shame.

"...I know. And that brings me to another question. Do I hate you for cheating? The truth is, I don't hate you. I just hate what you did. I love you too damn much to throw away our marriage and the stability of our child's life."

"You still love me?" he looked at me with teary eyes.

"Yup." I gave a small smile and a small unexpected tear fell.

He sighed and smiled to himself.

"I'm sorry baby. I'm so, so sorry." He rushed to me and embraced me. I hesitated hugging him back, but like I said I love him too much to let him go.