WAKE UP!

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Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil)
Mpreg! Virgil
Virgil's POV

"Baby?!" I hear from a distance. I can't see. I can't move. Is my baby okay? Is Roman okay? I slowly open my eyes to find my dads staring at me, tears in their eyes.

"You've been in a coma!" Dad exclaims.

"I've missed you." Papa adds and sniffles.

"W-Where's Roman?" I ask and he pauses.

"Baby, He's paralyzed in his left leg. He didn't want to stress you out by coming in. Do you want me to get him?" Dad asks and I nod vigorously.

Roman rolls in and I gasp when I see him.

"VIRGIL! YOUR'E OKAY!" He yells happily, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"RORO! I WAS SO WORRIED!" I yell back, my own happy tears starting to pour.

"How far along am I?" I whisper to him.

"Almost nine months." He whispers back.

"Boys, you know I don't like when you keep secrets." Dad scolds and I burst into tears.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asks and Roman shakes his head.

"Dad, Papa, I-I'm... pregnant." I whisper quietly. He gasps and hugs me.

"How far along are you?" He asks and I start sobbing.

"Virgil. How far along are you?" Papa asks with a serious tone.

"Nine." I mumble

"weeks?" Dad asks and I shake my head.

"Days?" He asks hopefully.

"Roman, May I have a word with you?" Papa asks.

"...don't hurt him..." I whisper quietly

"I can't make any promises." He grumbles, and they walk, and roll, off.

They come back an hour later, Roman in tears. "W-We can't get married." Roman tells me.

I burst into loud sobs and Papa stares as Roman places a kiss on my lips before leaving.

"GET OUT! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE!" I scream at my parents and they gasp.

"Virgil! You'll upset your Dad!" Papa yells.

"I said get out. I meant it." I grumble.

"You want us gone?! Fine! We're having another baby that'll respect us!" Papa yells in response.

With that I go silent. They walk out and I'm alone. I feel a cramp plow through me, and hunch over in pain.

"Nurse!" I call out and she comes running. 

"It hurts." I whine. They spend the next hour setting up machines.

"Do you want me to call your family?" She asks and I shake my head.

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