Corbyn

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A/n: Short but kinda cute!

"Corbyn," I sang.

No response.

"Corbyn," I repeated more firmly.

No response.

"Corbyn!" I yelled.

"Huh, what?" He finally answered while briefly looking away form the screen.

"Dude really? I am finally off from work and all you wanna do is play stupid Fortnite," I frown.

"Just one more..." Corbyn drifted off.

I wait another ten minutes before walking in front of the TV.

"Can you move over babe?" Corbyn asks.

I walk behind it and yank out the cord powering the tv.

"What just, Y/n! I was about to win," Corbyn complains.

"You're joking right? Today is my first day off in 11 days and I wanted to hangout with you since you also had off but you just sat here and ignored me," I point out.

"I know and I was going to hangout with you but I also want to relax a little," Corbyn frowns.

"Go play then, I'm going home," I storm off.

"Wait Y/n!" Corbyn yells while running after me.

I make it to my car door before Corbyn successfully spins me around.

"Look you're right and I'm sorry. I'll get dressed and we can go out okay?"

"Honestly, I don't know anymore Corbyn. If you can't even stop playing your game for me, how do I know you will for the bab..." I drift off after realising what I said.

"For the...for the what?"

"The baby," I whisper.

You're pr-pregnant?"

I slowly nod while looking down. There is a short pause until I fell Corbyn's arms lifting e up and spinning me around.

"I'm gonna be a dad!" Corbyn yells.

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