Taylor Caniff Imagine
You tell him you're pregnant
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You paced your house anxiously. You had just discovered you were pregnant with your boyfriend, Taylor's baby, and you didn't know how to tell him. You guys had been together for almost a year, and you were only sixteen, while he was seventeen. He wouldn't want to raise a baby. He would dump your ass as soon as he found out!
The thought makes you start to cry. You wanted to make Taylor happy, but you loved the baby already. He wouldn't want it.
Your doorbell rings, and you go answer it, without looking through the peephole, assuming it was your best friend,(Y/BFF/N). You had called her over to help you figure out what to do. "(Y/BFF/N) I don't know what to do!" You wailed, but then noticed it wasn't your best friend; it was Taylor.
"(Y/N) Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, lunging forward to pull you into his strong arms for a hug. "And why did you call (Y/BFF/N) and not me?"
You sobbed into his chest. "B-because you would hate me if I told you." you stammered, not caring if your voice cracked.
Taylor pulled away and looked into your eyes. "Babe, I will never hate you. I love you so much, I will help you through whatever it is (Y/N)."
You stare up into his eyes, and wondered if it was worth it to tell the truth. You decided against lying to him. You took a deep breath and told him.
"Taylor..." he looked at you expectantly. "I-I'm pregnant..."
Taylor pushed you away. "No way!" he exclaimed.
You burst into tears. "P-please don't hit me!" you begged him.
Taylor wrapped his arms around you, lifted you up off the ground, and spun you in a circle. "This is the best news I've ever heard!" he said happily. He placed you down and bent down to place kisses all over your stomach. "I'm going to be a father!"
Your frightened tears turned into tears of happiness, and you laughed at Taylor. "I'm so happy you're not mad." you said through your giggles.
Taylor stood up and gave you a long and passionate kiss on the lips.
"Why would I be mad?" Taylor asks you.
"Well, because you're only seventeen, and you don't need a child in your life-"
"You're right," Taylor interrupted you. "I don't need a baby. But I want one, and especially if it's yours too. We'll get through this together (Y/N), you're not alone on this."
