Billy Hargrove Imagines

Us (smut)

Summary: After finding out you're pregnant, you have to tell the two most important people in your life; your brother and your boyfriend.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, angst

Word Count: 2,668

Your hands gripped the porcelain toilet bowl in front of you, resting your flushed forehead against the cool material. Your (e/c) eyes were squeezed shut in an attempt to block out another wave of nausea. Letting out a ragged breath, you reached up and flushed the handle, the remains of last night's dinner disappearing down the toilet.

"Fuck," you moaned in despair, forcing your weak body to stand on shaky legs. It was only 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday- you shouldn't be awake. But being 6 weeks pregnant, it was nothing new. You'd done an amazing job at hiding it for the past 2 weeks, but you knew you needed to tell Steve soon... and Billy.

"(Y/N)? You okay?" Steve asked, his knuckles gently knocking on the outside of the bathroom door. You winced at the unexpected sound, wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your grey sweater.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just a little sick," you responded, turning on the faucet so you could wash away the fatigue.

"Still?" Steve questioned after a moment of hesitation. "You've been sick for almost a week. Are you sure you don't want me to see if dad can fly back early?"

"No!" you said quickly, your heart racing. "No, Steve. I'm fine, really. It's not a big deal," you tried to assure him, finally turning off the faucet and opening the bathroom door. Steve was stood outside, resting against the frame, his hair a wild mess and his eyes filled with worry.

"No, you're not (Y/N). It's not flu season, what's going on?" Steve huffed, crossing his arms and barricading the door so you couldn't leave. Steve already knew what was going on- he had seen the positive pregnancy test in the trash can before you had the chance to take it out yourself. But he wanted you to trust him enough to tell him yourself. However, it'd been 2 weeks already, and you still hadn't told him. He knew you were dating Billy, and he wasn't happy about it. But you'd made him see that the blond was changing and treating you well. You had told him about that immediately. So why couldn't you tell him about this?

"I..." you began, unsure of how to tell him. He was gonna be mad, so, so mad. Steve had put so much faith and trust into you with this relationship. He hated Billy, and if he found out that he had knocked you up, Steve would kill him.

"You...?"

"I'm pregnant, Steve," you finally blurted out with a heavy sigh. You weren't looking at him- you had your head pointed down, your eyes trained on your socks. Steve didn't say anything, but he nodded with a gentle sigh.

"Wasn't so hard, was it, peanut?" he asked, and you snapped your head up in shock.

"Wha-?"

"I already knew, (Y/N/N). I saw the test about two weeks ago. I was just waiting for you to tell me," he said. Your eyes widened in disbelief, but before you could respond, he had reached out to pull you into his chest. "I'm not mad. I'm shocked, yeah. I'm... confused, I guess. But I'm not mad. Does he know?" he questioned, his cheek resting on the top of your head.

"No," you whimpered, tears beginning to well into your eyes as you gripped the back of his shirt. "I don't know how to tell him. He'll leave me. He's never wanted kids, because of his dad. He doesn't want to be like his dad. Steve, he's gonna leave me," you cried, and Steve pulled you closer, running his fingers through your (h/c) hair.

"Hey, shh," he cooed, trying to get you to calm down. He didn't do know jack shit about babies (all he knew were the middle schoolers he'd been watching over the past few months, and they were like mini teenagers), but he did know stress wasn't good for a baby. "You have to tell him, (Y/N). No matter what happens, you have to. Whether you choose to keep it or not, is between you and him. But you have to tell him. Soon. He's going to find out either way, and he'll be even more pissed if he finds out you kept this from him," Steve reasoned, pulling you back slightly so he could look down at you. You looked up at him, and nodded slowly.