Patrick Stump Imagines

42 - Pregnant

idk what the hell is this

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I fidget with the little thing in my grasp. I could feel my heart beating violently in my chest as my mind reels on every single thing in this world. What would he do? Will he go mad at me? Will he be happy?

I don't know.

The door immediately opened as Patrick was humming a song I barely recognized because of my reeling mind. He turned around and flinched when he saw me. I guess he wasn't expecting me at all.

"Jesus, Y/N. You scared the living shit in me." He said, placing a hand on his chest. "What are you doing here?"

"I am sorry I did not call you or said anything." I pursed my lips as beads of sweat started to form on my forehead.

"Are you alright?" He asked, sitting next to me.

"I...I..." I trailed off and started to feel nauseous. "Patrick, I..." I couldn't look at him and I do not know why I couldn't. Tears stream down on my face as I couldn't  find the right words to say.

"Y/N?" He brushed my hair with his hand. "Tell me."

This is it. It is now or never.

"Patrick, I am pregnant."

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I set the pancakes I prepared on his desk as I found him sleeping on it. Patrick and I barely talked after I told him that I am pregnant. He always ignores my calls and never replied to my texts. There are also times that I found him staring at me with hint of hatred in his eyes when I do some stuff for the kid.

I couldn't forget that night. He made me choose between him and the baby. Well, whatever I am going to do right now is my choice.

It seemed that Patrick is really busy on producing their songs for their incoming album. There are times that he doesn't  go out of this room. Since we barely talk, just seeing him walking around downstairs makes me alive.

I pull the plug of the keyboard from the socket so he wouldn't  wake up if he landed on the keys. And if he did wake up, my plans would be surely busted.

I couldn't  say goodbye with my own lips. I leave a three page letter that contained all of my sentiments and feelings towards him. Before I leave the room, I brush his hair softly and whispered on his ear.

"I love you, Patrick."

I tried to fight the tears that are trying to seep out of my eyes. Before I totally became a mess, I left the room and shut the door silently.

I grabbed my bag and hurdled quietly to the front door where my best friend is waiting. She sips on her coffee as she watched me lock the main door.

"I am sorry I got you in my problems."

"Nah. It's okay." She took my stuff and loaded it in the trunk. Before I sit inside, I glance back at the house where we shared a lot of memories that will be forever stuck in my mind and as well as photos.

We drove away after a few moments and with the silence I had, it reminds me of what happened in the past weeks.

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"Patrick...I need you." I murmured, wrapping my arms around him and I don't  want to let him go.

"Y/N..." he murmured.

I couldn't help it. Tears streamed down on my face as I press myself on his back.

"I can't  do this on my own!" I cried and felt his body tensed. I didn't care about it.

"Let me go." He said huskily. Right at this point, I realized that he has changed.

.....

"If you weren't dumb enough, this wouldn't happen!" He shouted at me, as I started to pick on my food.

I just ignored him. I got used on being assaulted with his hurtful words. I press the fork on the steak and popped it in my mouth.

"You crazy stupid bastard!" He shouted.

With all the strength I have, I pushed the table, making it creak and go to his direction, shocking him.

"Do you think I am ready for this?" I said calmly. "If you're worried about the baby, do you even worry about me? I don't know how pregnancy feels like. And I am scared that I might die in the middle of my labor."

And after that, he leapt from his seat, went upstairs then shut the door close.

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"Earth to Y/N," Mae says, snapping her fingers.

"W-what?" I wiped the tears on my face.

"I guess Patrick's calling." I gaze at my phone in my grasp. I immediately pressed the power button and turned my phone off.

Me or that stupid baby?

The baby's innocent. And right now, I guess what I have done is right.

To be continued...