Pregnant

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Bad era.

Hours and hours I've waited for the results. My heart was pacing fast as I clearly wasn't expecting this at all. I cross my fingers walking around the room, hoping it would be negative. "Y/N?" Aurora, my roommate called, knocking on the door. "Yes!" I called back, immediately shutting the bathroom door. "Let me in please." I start cleaning the place, trying to hide the box somewhere.   "Y/N?" "Yes, I'm coming." I say opening the door for her. "Hi." She comes in holding the groceries.

I smile at her, not daring to say a word. She starts putting the stuff she bought, until she notices me standing there and just looking at her. "Something wrong?" She wondered, confused of why I'm standing there. I shake my head no, glancing at the bathroom each second. She walks over to the bathroom door, nervousness rushes over me. "DON-don't open the door......please."

Aurora looks at me frightened. "Why?" She challenged holding the handle of the bathroom. "B-because, the smell is horrible." I lied slowly heading towards her. She releases her grip on the handle as soon as I said that."Eww Y/N!" I chuckle going inside the door. "Okay." I lock the bathroom door, turning the pregnancy test. "Holy shit." Tears started to roll down my cheeks. "Holy fuck." I come out, my hand shaking. "Y/N?" Aurora said puzzled. "What are you holding?" I couldn't say a word, it's like there's a lump on my throat.

She takes the pregnancy test looking at me in shock. "Your pregnant?" I nod as more tears roll down my cheek. "Who's the fa-." She stops her sentence as she realised who's the father. "Michael." I sigh putting my hand on my forehead. "I don't know what's happening. How am I gonna tell Michael!" "Shhhhh." Aurora shushes me holding both my arms. "Listen, we're gonna go to the doctor, check if your really pregnant, then we tell Michael. We got this okay?"

(At the doctor)

"Mrs L/N." The doctor comes in, holding some papers. "Congratulations ma'am your pregnant." Aurora hugs me whispering. "Be happy." I fake smile, taking the papers. "Thank you." Tears of "happiness" started rolling down. "M-my boyfriend will be happy." The doctor smiles leaving.

My smile soon turns to a frown. "Take me to Michael now." "Are you su-." My anger rises within me. "NOW!"

Part 2?

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