johnny orlando imagines+preferences

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John: be home in 10

You're phone lit up the dark room. You were already in your and Johnny's bed trying to sleep, but failing miserably. You couldn't bare to tell him. He would never love you after this. You failed him and yourself. After 10 minutes, you heard the front door open and quiet footsteps coming up the stairs. The bed dipped beside you and you heard is angelic, innocent voice,

"y/n?"

You turned over to face him and his face changed in expression.

"y/n what's wrong?"

Tears had been streaming down your face the whole time, you were just so used to that feeling now that you didn't notice.

"John", you swallowed hard, "I-I lost the baby"

You collapsed into your husbands arms. He held you there as the 2 of you cried.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled into his t shirt that was drenched with your tears.

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault" he choked out through small cries. He stroked you hair and kissed your head.

"We'll have one y/n. I promise"

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Awww that one was so hard to write. If you couldn't tell, she was pregnant and then she lost the baby. I hate writing sad imagines. Welp.