//Motionless in White Imagines//

Together//Chris

Requested

'Chris,' you sobbed loudly into your boyfriends chest. 'What're we gonna do?'

He sighed and pulled you closer into his chest. 'We'll be alright, babe. We're in this together.'

You never thought that you'd be one of those teen parents; the people that have to change their entire future just because of a baby. A mistake.

'What're my parents gonna say? We have to tell them!' You said, looking up at him.

'It'll be fine, you aren't in school anymore, and your a legal adult.' He reminded you. You had just graduated 2 months ago, and had planned on going to college, but I guess that's not gonna happen.

'Chris! We're too young to have kids! We're basically still kids ourselves!' You shrieked; how could he be so calm about this? This is life changing! Telling your parents was gonna be very hard.
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Your parents had never been fond of Chris, but you didn't know why. You always assumed it was the tattoos, or his inky black hair. Now, they would hate him even more, for getting their little girl pregnant.

You loved him though, and he treated you like a queen, so that was all that mattered. Now, you were at their front doorstep, hesitant to knock on the door.  Chris was right behind you, and you could tell he was just as nervous as you.

You two had thought of ways to tel your parents, and had finally decided to just say it and face the aftermath.

'Maybe we should just go back home.' You suggested, looking up at him. Chris sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist.

'We're already here, love. Let's just get it over with.'

You groaned and knocked on the door. You two waited there for a good 3 minutes before your father answered the door.

He lit up as he saw you. 'Y/N!'

'Hi, dad.' You said, faux happiness coating your  nervous mood.

'What're you doing here?' He asked you, failing to acknowledge Chris.

'We have to talk to you and Mrs. Y/L/N.' Chris said from behind you, wanting to get straight to the point and leave. Your parents always made him feel like shit, so he didn't like being around them for more than 20 minutes.

Your dad grunted as he opened the door, allowing the two of you to step inside. After he closed and locked the door, the three of you made your way to the living room.

Your mother had rushed out of the kitchen after hearing your voice, seeing as she hadn't seen you in over a month.

'Y/N!' She beamed and ran to hug you.

You internally sighed as she took you in her arms. You loved your mother, but sometimes she was a little too touchy.  'Hi mom'

'How are you sweetheart?' She asked as she looked you up and down, visibly cringing as she eyed your new tattoos.

'When did you get these?' She asked.

You shrugged. 'A few weeks ago.'

She huffed and looked behind you, eyeing Chris. 'Hello, Chris.'

Chris looked up from his spot on the loveseat, surprised. Your parents rarely acknowledged him, so this was a first.

'Hey Mrs. Y/L/N.' Chris greeted her.

'What're you two doing here?' She asked as she guided you to the couch, but you made a b-line to the loveseat to sit next to Chris.

'We have to talk to you.' You said as you sat down, Chris putting his arm around your shoulder.

Your parents spared each other a glance and nodded, gesturing for you to continue.

'Well,' You started. 'I-I'm-.'

'Y/N's pregnant, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N.' Chris finished the sentence for you. You tensed and looked at your parents pissed off expressions.

Your mother looked at you, and then at Chris and sighed. 'We already told you that we didn't like him, Y/N, and now you go and let him get you pregnant?'

'Mom, it's not that big of a deal, I love Chris and he loves me. If nothing this baby will be a symbol of our love.' You know you sounded like some cheesy line from out of a movie, but what you were saying was true.

You and Chris did this to yourselves, and wether you two wanted kids or not, it was gonna happen.

'That boy isn't fit to raise a child!' You father fumed, pointing at Chris. You could tell Chris was starting to feel bad, and had to quickly put an end to it.

'Okay,' you stood up and grabbed Chris' hand. 'I get that you guys don't like us together, but you don't have to treat him like shit all the time!' If you don't want to be supportive that's fine! We both have stable jobs and can raise this baby ourselves!'

'He's in a band! That's not a stable job!' Your father brought up.

'It's a job, Dad! And it provides us with a house and food!' You shrilled. You couldn't believe them.

Your mother was on the couch, fiddling with her hands. 'Y/N we just want what's best for you.'

'You wanna know what's best for me?' You asked rhetorically. 'Not you! Y'know, as a matter of fact, I also wanted to tell you that I was moving to California with Chris and his band.'

'C'mon babe.' You said and pulled Chris up, and walked toward the front door.

'You'll regret this, Y/N!'

That was the last thing you heard before slamming the door and not looking back.

a.n// yay! my first request! I hope you guys liked it as much I did!