Haddonfield Heart Soar: Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter seventeen: Oops

"You got fucking pregnant during a fucking screaming war with me and Brody!" Dylan wheezed, holding his stomach as he cackled on the floor. I kicked him in the side at the mention of that little competition against him and his boyfriend, shooting daggers his way. It was only then that that jackass saw how freaked out I actually was.

"Wait... are you completely sure you're pregnant?" He said as he caught his breath from laughing. I sighed in frustration, running my hands through my hair in exasperation. "If you'd been fucking listening to me instead of guffawing like a dumbass on the floor, you would've heard that I took four fucking pregnancy tests and they were all positive!" I basically shrieked, making Dylan's eyes open up wider than before.

"(Y/n), babe, what do you think you want to do about baby? You've got any option. Keep it, abortion, adoption, anything you want. You don't have to do this." Dylan mumbled, pulling he into a tight hug and rubbing my back. I nodded silently, though there were no tears of fear. I felt numb. Like all of my nerves just disappeared from my body.

"What am I gonna tell Michael?" I asked softly, my head resting against Dylan's chest. He sighed and shook his head, still holding me tight. "I don't know, hon. I really, honestly don't know." He finally replied after a few moments of silence, letting go and stepping back from me.

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Michael is the image of pure evil, at least that's what he's always been told. What if he's scared the baby will be that way, too? I pondered nervously as I paced around the house, waiting for Michael to come home so I could tell him the news.

I jumped slightly as he once again made his grand entrance, swinging the door open and walking in confidently. I smiled slightly. He's done the same thing since the first day he ever walked into the room I was in. Michael smiled as he saw me, walking over and wrapping an arm loosely around my waist before giving me an affectionate kiss on the forehead. 'Hey, baby girl. How're you?'

"I'm all good. I do have something to say though..." I started, looking up to Michael. That's when all my nerves suddenly kicked in. My heart was racing faster, and my hands were shaking slightly as I feared the reaction I would get. What if he didn't want the kid? I still sort of wanted to keep him/her...

"I... I started getting sick a week or two after our little... 'scream off' against Dylan and Brody... I grabbed a few pregnancy tests and took them all... all of them came out positive. I thought they were all wrong, but I went to the doctors office today, and they said..." I took a deep breath, feeling Michael's gaze burn holes in me. "They said I was pregnant."

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Michael stood silent after I told him, only making the nerves worse as I forced myself to remain calm and wait for an answer. He looked down to me, cocking his eyebrow slightly as he did so. 'So... I'm... in gonna be a dad?' He asked softly, causing me to nod. I searched his face for any sign of how he felt, looking into his eyes and just waiting silently.

'I'm... I'm gonna be a dad!' Michael exclaimed a little louder, the realization hitting him. 'I'm gonna be a dad!' He repeated, now grinning like a complete idiot. My knees almost buckled in relief as I saw how happy he was, laughing as he swung me into the air while tightly hugged in his arms.

I grinned as every muscle in my body relaxed, wrapping my arms loosely around Michael's neck and resting my forehead against his. "God I was so scared you would be angry or something like that." I mumbled, getting an amused chuckle out of Michael.

'As long as I know that I'll be a better parent than my own parents, which won't be hard, I'm so ready for a baby.' He murmured, kissing me once with a happy smile. I grinned and kissed him back, my legs wrapped around his waist as he held me up. "Thank god. I was hoping I could keep the baby... That you wouldn't be angry or scared." I replied, smiling as he rubbed my back comfortingly.

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Thanks to Dylan and the fucking social, GIANT mouth that he has, basically almost the entire neighborhood knew I was pregnant by the end of the week with Michael's child. "For fucks sake man! Is nothing sacred?!" I whined as Dylan sat on the couch beside me. He put his hands up in defense, giving me a devilish grin as I glared in annoyance.

"Hey! You know I gossip!" Dylan laughed when I shoved him over, still smirking deviously as I pouted at him. "You could've at least let me break the news!" I grumbled playfully, crossing my arms over my chest as Brody walked in. "I told him to shut his trap, but noooooooo, everyone needs to know." He sasses teasingly, grinning as Dylan pouted at him like a child would do.

"Y'all are fucking weird. I'm gonna go home. Y'all better have a baby the same time I have mine, otherwise one of y'all is getting shanked." I joked with a grin, walking out and back into my own home. "Dumbasses. Let me tell people when I have my own baby." I grumbled, walking inside and busting out laughing as I saw Michael with a shit ton of junk food, watching movies, and spread out on the couch with just boxers.

"Well that's the sight I love walking home to see." I teased, still laughing as I walked into the living room and flopped down on top of Michael. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his bare chest. Even though he eats more junk food than me, he still stays fucking hot and in shape easily.

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I'm legit barely a month into my pregnancy, and I'm already done with all the fucking baby talk. No, of course I don't know the gender yet. No, I haven't gotten the baby's room set up. And no, I don't need any help with anything. I got Michael for that purpose. He basically has to be my bitch, since I'm gonna be the one going through Hell for the next nine months.

I was about to strangle Dylan for telling everyone about it cuz now people won't shut up about the baby. Even Michael is getting sick of the talk, and he hasn't talked about it as much as I have.

At least it's kinda fun to get 'congrats' gifts, such as a shit ton of candy and stuff like that. "This is the happiest little accident I've ever had." I laughed to Michael once I closed the front door, holding a gift basket loaded with chocolates.

'I wouldn't put it as an accident child. It's more like a --Surprise! I'm proof that you got banged!-- type of deal.' Michael snickered as I set the basket on the table, causing me to roll my eyes. "Alright. So basically this baby is a 'congrats' gift for getting dick. Nice." I laughed, flopping down on the couch beside Michael.

Well this was gonna be a trip.

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Well, it looks like my books are pretty predictable 😂. Anyways, hope y'all liked it! I'm getting a little better at updating, don't ya think?

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Peace,
Maxx 🖤