5SOS Preferences and Imagines

Teenage Pregnancy Part 2

michael: "who do we tell first, michael? what are we going to do?" you rambled on and on and michael ran his fingers through your hair. "relax, (yn), we'll figure things out! we should probably tell our parents first, they are our parents after all and they'll help us." "won't your parents be mad at me?" you asked and michael's fingers stopped running through your hair. "why would they be mad at you?" you sat up and faced michael. "you're 17 and you're going to be a dad, michael. don't you think that they're going to think that i'm trapping you at a young age to raise a baby?" michael sat up also and brought you into his tight hold. "(yn), it takes two to make a baby, i helped you make this baby, and i'm going to stand up and face the responsibility. you're not forcing me into anything, i forced myself into it. my parents have no reason to be mad at you, no reason at all. as for your father however, he'll probably most likely still hate me though."

ashton: "i'll be able to graduate high school before i get too pregnant, so that'll be good, but after that, ashton, i have no idea what i'm supposed to do." "and you'll also be 18 then." he says and you nod. "what are we going to do?" ashton stood up and began to walk around the room, finally stopping at the window and looking outside. "you're going to move in with me for one, i don't want to miss a single moment of the pregnancy. i have to be there for you and the baby, i have to, i won't let anything get in the way of that." you nod and rub your hands absentmindedly over your belly. "you think we can do this, then? with us both being so young and your band getting more and more famous by the day?" ashton grinned and sat on the corner of your bed, taking your hand in his, rubbing circles along your belly. "i know we can do this, it'll be hard, but as long as we stay together, we can do anything and as for the band, we do need a woman's touch whenever luke's mom can't be there." you giggle and kiss his cheek. "then it looks like we've got a plan."

calum: your parents were upset about the fact that you were leaving the house before you turned 18, but with the added input from calum's parents, they finally caved in and let you move in with calum until they left for tour where you'd travel with them. you were in your room, calum helping you pack up. "calum, are you sure you want to do this? i don't want you to have me move in because you have to, i want it to be because you want me to." you say quietly closing up your last suitcase. calum lifted your backpack and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head. "it wasn't originally supposed to be this soon, but i've wanted you to move in with me for the longest time, but now we've got a baby coming and it's only right to live together for our baby." "you're not going to get tired of me?" you ask and he laughs. "i could never get tired of you, you're the love of my life and now the mother of my child, i'm looking forward to waking up every morning and seeing your beautiful face."

luke: your parents were gone for however knows long so that's when you and luke, with the help of his family, moved you out of your house and into theirs. the first night there, you stared around the now cramped up room of luke's. "this is tiny." he says, mirroring your thoughts. you grin and sit on his bed. "it'll have to do for now, we're not ready to live on our own quite yet." he nodded in agreement. "are you scared about what you're parents are going to think? about you leaving?" you nod. "yeah, but just as you said, your parents love me and they'll do whatever it takes to protect me, so, i know i don't have to worry. they'll just think i ran away most likely and i just don't know what they'll think anymore. i'd like to think that they'd look for me, but i doubt it, "luke, they don't care about me, being here with your family i now know what a caring family is." luke grinned and rested his hands on your stomach. "yeah, our baby has a family that loves it more than anything already, you and the baby are in good hands, (yn), trust me on that."