Black Woman Preferences & Imagines

Chipmunks (f.t. Sam Wilson)

-Let's start basic.

This is not good.

This is not good at all.

What am I going to do? I can't believe this happening to me. I'm pregnant with Sam's child. I was not expecting this at all. The problem now is how am I going to tell him? This baby is half of his so I am obligated to. I don't want to be those toxic girls that prevent the father of their child who doesn't even know about the kid and missing the chance of being a father. 

(Stop toxic female behaviour! I will explore more of toxic female behaviour such as; emotional and physical abuse, cheating but still blame the guy, stealing their man's phone going through and etc.) 

Here, I stand in front of Sam's apartment contemplating if I should enter. I have to do this, Sam's a good man and deserves me to tell him. I can do this if I managed to engage in sexual intercourse with this man I should be able to tell him he got me pregnant. I enter the building and walk towards the elevator. My heart keeps on beating the closer I get to Sam's apartment.

 . _ . _ . _ .

Sam opens the door and his eyes widen at the sight and say, "Hey, what are you here? Did we have a date, today and I forgot? Lemme get my jacket and we can go?"I can never get enough of have beautiful Sam's facial structure and skin colour is. No wonder I am dating him.

"No, we don't have a date. I just wanted to um, I guess I just wanted to see you?" Really Y/N, why did you voice go so high pitch like one of the chipmunks from the stupid movie about chipmunks that can sing. 

(While I was writing that I realise, it is a really stupid fucking movie. And the company sucked the soul out of it, creating sequels and tv shows. I still love my baby, Theodore) 

Sam smiles, "Let's go have dinner together then." Sam grabs his leather jacket that he knows I love so much because it makes biceps look triple the size. Just looking at him gets me feverish or is it the pregnancy?"Do you wanna have Nandos? Steve and I went there a week ago and their spicy rice is so good."

(Not sure if Americans have Nandos, I think they do but I haven't been given evidence to make it a fact.)

 . _ . _ . _ .

Nandos was not that full, so we manage to get a table at the back. I order 1/4 hot chicken and small chips (peri peri) with spicy rice. Sam did not lie about the spicy rice, it is so good. 

Sam questions,"Y/N, you okay? Did you not eat any lunch?" 

"I did, but I am nervous-eating," I say grabbing, even more, chips and shoving it into my mouth. I looked like a chipmunk with gigantic cheeks. All I could do was try to keep my eyes on my plate but of course, I don't listen to myself and I look up.

Sam's smile turns into a frown and sadly say, "Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" 

"Sam, I'm pregnant"

"......"