The Monkees: preferences and imagines

Imagine: Peter

"And I feel like a storm is coming and if I'm going to make it through the day, Then their is no more use in running, this is something I gotta face" -Sam Smith.
*Y/N=your name

You and Peter were always having that on and off kind of relationship and didn't think much of it. Until one day when you and your friends went out for lunch and threw up afterwards. This never happened... You were confused then though,
"What if I'm pregnant"
You laughed and sighed it off... You couldn't be pregnant.. Could you? No... Even if you were, you knew Peter would flip. He had a band and 100,000s of fans who would be angry if they found out. His reputation would be ruined. This is just a coincidence. Yeah that's it. You continued on with your day. Around dinner you cooked some broccoli with some beef and simmered them with soy sauce and spices. As you finished up you felt like you were going to vomit. You ran to the bathroom where it all spewed out.
"What's going on?" You asked yourself.
You decided to call the doctor and made an appointment for tomorrow.

At the doctors office, The doctor said the most shocking news... You were only 21... You couldn't believe your ears when he announced,
"Y/N I have to inform you, that you're pregnant."
"Excuse me?" You asked. You were in complete doubt.
"You're pregnant" he repeated.
Your brain was going what seemed like 1 million different directions.
"I take this wasn't planed?" His voiced dragged me out of my little daze.
"No.. Not at all" you whispered.

On the way home you decided to Call Peter up and tell him the news. You were terrified of telling him. You were scared he would hate you forever. He wasn't one to get mad but you knew stuff like this could get at him. You swallowed as you picked up the phone and slowly dialed his number.
The phone rang a few times until you heard a sweet voice.
"Hello?" Peter answered
"Uh.. Peter.. Are you busy tomorrow?" You fretted.
"Why you want to do something?" He asked with a smirk.
"Peter I have something serious to tell you, Are you available tomorrow?" You demanded.
"Okay,Okay yeah I'm available tomorrow" he chilled,"I'll be there around 5pm tomorrow"

Your sleep that night wasn't so restful as you realized what today was. It was the day you had to tell Peter about your pregnancy. You decided to pick up a bit, Wash the little dishes in the sink, Vacuum,Sweep,dust and reorganize a few things. After that it was around 2pm and you took a shower, brushed your hair and threw on a nice dress that perfectly matched your skin tone. You put on a light coat of make up and waited patiently for Peter. As time passed and you waited more and more you eventually went back to your kitchen to make some Tea. As you were about to putt it in a cup you heard a light knock on the door. You opened it to Find a handsome,Peter Tork. His Hair was perfectly straight and his smile could make the whole world want to cry.
"Hi" you stood.
"Hey.. Can I come in?" He laughed.
"Oh yeah" you said Embarrassed.
"What's up,Doll?" He plopped on your leather couch.
"Peter..I-I'm pregnant. Your the father" you spit out.

His eyes grew wide and you knew this was the last time you would see him. Tears streamed down your face and ruined your mascara.
"Oh, Y/N I love you" he whispered.
You removed your hands from your eyes.
"What?" You said.
"I love you." He softly replied.
"This baby is going to be the best in the world. Especially since it's mother made it with me" He Added.
"Are you mad?" You asked.
"Mad? Why would I be mad?" He asked and kissed you lightly on the forehead.
"Oh I thought you would be." You said.
"Never. You're mine and we're finally having a kid. That's all that matters."

Okay this story actually sucks and sounds like Mike and Davy combined if you think about it. Oops.