Josh Dun x Reader

Pregnancy Test

Warnings: Mentions of accidental pregnancy, one swear word

Word Count: 1549

Your heart was pounding as you waited for the timer to run down. The decision to buy a pregnancy test had been an impulsive one. You had just gone to the store for groceries, but then you were passing the medical stuff and the fact that you had missed your last period had popped into your head. One thing led to another and you were leaving the store with a pregnancy test buried under bags of chips and vegetables.

Now you were here, trying not to cry as you paced back and forth down the length of the bathroom hoping more than anything else that you weren't pregnant. Sure, you and Josh had discussed having kids together, but that was a plan for the distant future. You were both so caught up in your careers right now that having a kid wasn't really something that was a top priority for either of you.

The timer went off, scaring you so bad that you bumped into the towel rack on the wall. Thankfully Josh was at the studio, meaning he wouldn't come rushing upstairs to see what accident you had gotten yourself into this time.

You had left the pregnancy test facedown on the counter so that you wouldn't glance at it before time was up and get your hopes up. It was sitting there now, the plain white plastic shining up at you. It seemed to be taunting you, although you were pretty sure that was just the fear swirling around in your mind. Plastic couldn't taunt a person, it was...well, plastic.

You grabbed the little stick from the counter and held it up. Your hands were shaking, but you told yourself you would turn it over on the count of three. Whatever was on the other side of the stick could change your life forever, or maybe not. You wondered if you would tell Josh you had taken a test if it came out negative. Probably not, it wasn't worth the stress for him.

You took a deep breath before counting. As soon as the word "one" left your lips, you flipped the test over. Your heart immediately sunk. Two little lines were shining up at you, telling you that you were pregnant. You triple checked the key and read the back of the box at least twice, just to make sure that you had done everything correctly. Surely there had been a mistake, you and Josh had been so careful.

Tears clouded your vision and you angrily threw the test in the trash. You felt sick to your stomach, and you wanted to be as far away from the bathroom as you could right now. A million scenarios of you telling Josh ran through your head, most of them bad. Unable to deal with your thoughts anymore, you crawled into bed, plugged in some music, and hoped you were tired enough to take a nap.

You woke up around an hour later; you were groggy, but you had calmed down significantly. The shower in the master bathroom was running, meaning that Josh had returned home from the studio. Your stomach twisted just thinking about the fact that he was home. As long as you were near him, you would inevitably feel the guilt of not being honest about the pregnancy with him. You decided that the news could wait a bit. There was no harm in putting it off, right?

You decided to head downstairs and wait for Josh to get out of the shower so you could ask him how the studio was. Hopefully he hadn't been home long, the two of you had been so busy lately that you had to take complete advantage of however much time you could get together. You just hoped you hadn't wasted precious time by napping.

The water stopped running upstairs and you could hear Josh walking around the bedroom. He came downstairs a couple minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Water was dripping from his dark brown hair onto his chest, and you couldn't help but stare. Two years of marriage, five years of dating before that, and knowing Josh for another two years before that had yet to stop you from being absolutely blown away by how incredible he looked every time he took his shirt off.