Nate Maloley Imagines

Fight for Family (Part 1)

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(Names have been changed to fit imagine book)
Disclaimer: age difference, family before dating you
Story line:
Nate one where Reader wants a child so much but he isn't sure about it cause he thinks he is too old but reader thinks it's all about Jasmine, Kai and Hannah and they have an argument then he wants to take a break.
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"Y/N..." Nate groans.
"You dodge the conversation every time it happens," you breathe as you hike a hip up onto his barstool, "but it's time we really addressed this."
"Y/N, I'm about to start packing," Nate states.
"For what!? You took a long weekend!" you shriek.
"For my grandson's birthday, yeah!" Nate raises his voice.
Ever since your pregnancy scare with Nate three months ago, you found yourself on two different sides of the fence: you weren't opposed to the idea of carrying Nate's child, and he was so scared he wouldn't even talk about it. He gave you every excuse from being too old to not being able to actually see the child raised to leaving you being a single mother like Hannah.
But the words that tumbled from his mouth during this argument left the two of you in shambles.
"I thought you were just going for the day...not the whole weekend!" you cry out.
"Not everything revolves around you, Y/N!" Nate bellows.
"But you promised that we would take a little trip, Nate. I mean, what, am I going with you to this thing?"
"No! This 'thing'," he air quotes as he whips himself around to you, "is just for me and my family!"
"But you've taken the last four long weekends with them, baby. I'm not asking for your future, I'm just asking for your weekend," you breathe.
"Have you ever thought that this might be the reason I don't want to have a child with you?" he asks, his voice low and stern as your eyes widen.
"What the hell does that mean?" you ask breathily.
"Have you ever stopped to think that I already have my family? That I don't need another one to take care of because I've already missed so much with this one?"
The words cut like a knife to your throat.
Staring at him as tears pool behind your eyes, his words bouncing off of the emptiness in your rib cage, you watch him sigh as he runs his hand through his hair.
"Y/N, I-...wait...where are you going!?"
But no amount of yelling on his part stopped you from rummaging through your bag, plopping the colorfully wrapped present for his grandson onto his side table before picking up your stuff and walking towards his door.
"Y/N!" he roars, stopping you in your tracks with your hand on his doorknob.
"Have a safe drive, Nate," you breathe, swinging open the door and shutting it quietly behind you, leaving Nate alone in his home to groan in frustration and recollect on his words.

It didn't come as a shock to you when you didn't hear from him to know if he arrived safely.
It also didn't shock you when his grandson's birthday came and went without calling to mention to you how thoughtful the gift you bought him was.
What did shock you was the text message that came the night before he was supposed to journey home.
I think we should take a break.
Simple. Concise. To the point.
Break.
Break.
Like...breaking a window and then having it replaced.
Or breaking a door and having it replaced.
Or breaking a plate...and having it replaced.
If something was broken...it was always replaced.
And you think you know who you're being replaced with.
You hadn't bothered messaging him back. In fact, you hadn't bothered picking up the phone that morning when he called. Or that afternoon when he called, or that evening, when he called several times.
You hadn't bothered to answer your door when he came knocking, the guilt strung through his vocal tones as he calls your name through your apartment door.
You hadn't bothered to listen to his voice messages, probably showcasing the same guilt that was eating him alive.
You couldn't blame him.
In the span of a few months, he had gone from your solo-man....a man who understood your plight of not having anyone, not even a family, to fall back on...to a family-man. He had a daughter. And that daughter had a son.
That daughter also had a beautiful mother that he had once been married to.
He should be with that family...
...he deserved to be with that family...
And who were you to hold him back from that?

You can't believe this is happening.
As you sit on the floor of your bathroom, shock and disbelief grasping hard on your heart as you look down at the urine-covered stick in your hands, tears drip freely onto your exposed thighs as your fingertips begin to tremble.
Positive.
7-8 weeks.
Two months...?
It had been six weeks since you had heard from Nate, and you had taken the liberty of packing up the gifts he had bought you and shipping them back to his place.
You didn't want any memory of him tainting the walls of your home any longer.
Except now you were growing one.
"Oh god," you whisper, dropping the stick as your face drops into your hands.
You were pregnant.
With Nate's child.
"Fuck!" you yell out into your bathroom, the sentiment echoing off of the walls as you continue to drip-dry on the toilet seat.
"Fuck," you whimper, your jaw trembling as the sobs begin to wrack your body.
You knew what you had to do.
You knew that you had to go see a doctor.
You knew that you needed prenatals and baby books and rest.
But first? You needed to cry.
You just needed to cry.

All the doctor did was confirm your fears.
Soon, you found yourself booked for every OB appointment you would need between now and your due date.
You found out about a birth defect that you never knew you had. A "bicornuate uterus" is what they called it.
Apparently you would almost certainly have a c-section.
You didn't want to think that far into the future.
You didn't want to think about being a single mother, or needles in your back, or major surgery with no one to lean on.
You didn't want to think about this child having no family: no grandparents or father, no uncles or cousins.
You didn't even want to think about the inevitable happiness that having a family once again would bring you after you brought your child into this world.
All you wanted to think about was how you were going to tell Nate .
...if you were going to tell Nate .
You found yourself sympathizing more and more with Hannah as the nights wore on. You laid in bed staring at your blank ceiling, running financials through your head, wondering what kind of house you could afford on the income you currently had. You most certainly didn't want to raise this child in an apartment. You had no debt, thanks to a very cheap college education due to academic scholarships, but you weren't well off by any means.
You decided to sit down and crunch numbers tomorrow.
You found yourself wondering what Nate would want: with him rekindling things with his daughter, this would throw a wrench in his plans. While you think back to the tearful conversations the two of you had about all of the things he missed out on with his own daughter, you remember the smile on his face as he talked about his grandson and how he was teaching him to play various sports.
Would Nate prefer another daughter?...or possibly his own son?
But the more you thought about the family he had now, the more it convinced you to keep this a secret.
This unplanned child...it would ruin all of the happiness he's found.
And even with everything he had put you through, you still loved him.
And you couldn't do that to him.
"Where would you like to live?" you murmur lightly as you rub your unchanging stomach.
Nate had already fought hard for one family.
You weren't going to burden him with fighting for another.