Pregnant with Patrick Stump's baby

Well that happened...

(The story starts off three months prior to the description scene)

I push my hand through his dirty blonde hair, as we kiss roughly. The kiss tastes purely of alcohol. We're both severely drunk, and I know I shouldn't be doing this but I can't help it, this has been my dream for years and it's finally happening. He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom. He throws me on the bed and then shuts the door.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" I ask him. "Hell yeah." He replies, with his voice low sounding so sexy. He gets on top of me, and starts kissing all over my neck up to below my ear. "Your clothes are so sexy, but they must go so you can be sexier." He whispers, sending chills down my body. He begins sucking my earlobe, and playing with the hem of my shirt.

"Well I can't undress with you on my so you must do it." I said. He sat up and looked me in the eye smiling. He grabbed my shirt and practically ripped it off. Then he took off my pants and his shirt and pants soon followed. He laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me.

"If you were mine, every time you slept in this bed it would be just like this. We would wear as little clothes as possible without being naked, so our skin can touch without it being sex. Just pure love. Damn, stay with me forever. I don't want you to leave when this is over." He said, pulling me tighter against him.

I can't stay with him he's married. I want to but I can't. "Can we please get back to what we were doing?" I ask, trying to change the subject. He reaches behind my back and unclips my bra. He pull it off and then my underwear. he takes my hands an put them at the waist band if his boxers. I slide them off, not moving my eyes from his.

He slowly starts to slide into me. I moan as he does. He feels so good inside me. He starts to pull out and thrust back in, getting faster and stronger with each push. I keep moaning his name as he's moaning mine.

"Patrick, I'm gonna." "It's ok I am too." He says. He releases inside of me, as him and and an orgasm fill my body. he moans my name and I moan his. Shit, we didn't use protection. Well that happened...

( the next morning )

I wake up to Patrick pacing the room. "Fuck, what am I gonna do? I can't believe I did this. She's gonna be home in an hour. Fuck!" He says. "It's not your fault, we were both drunk, I'll leave, I can just walk to the bar to get my car." I say. He looks at me shocked, he didn't notice I was awake.

"No no, I'll take you to your car don't worry. I just really fucked up." He said. We got into his car and drove to the bar. When we got there he handed me a paper with his phone number on it. "Here, we didn't use protection last night and I would feel worse than I already do if I knocked you up and then walked away. So call me if you need anything, or if something happens." He said.

I got out and walked to my car. I really hope nothing happens.

(Three months later)

I sat up and wiped the vomit taste from my mouth. I've been getting sick like this a lot lately. I think it's about time I saw a doctor. I got up and called the doctors office. I made an appointment in an hour.

I walked into the doctors office, and checked in. The woman at the desk told me they would be right with me, and I went and sat down. A nurse came out and called my name, and I followed her down the depressing halls.

I sat in the room alone for a good ten minutes before the doctor came. "So what seems to be the problem?" he asked. "I've been getting sick a lot in the morning." I said. "Have you had a lot of pain in your back?" "Actually, yeah." "I suggest you take a pregnancy test, and if it comes back negative, call us and schedule another appointment." he said.

(The next day)

I look at the pregnancy test, positive. Great, I have to call Patrick. I pull out my cell phone and dial his number. One ring. Two Rings. He answers.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Scarlett?"

"Yeah."

"What's up?"

"I'm pregnant, and I haven't done the deed since you."

"Fuck. I'm so sorry, I feel so-"

"Don't it's okay."

" I don't know how I'm gonna tell Elisa."

"Take your time I'll go."

"Bye"

"Bye"

(Two weeks after she told her mom)

I hear my phone ringing. I look at the called id, Patrick.

"Hello?"

"Hey." He says crying.

"What's wrong?"

"Elisa broke up with me."

"Oh Patrick."

"I wish this never happened. Stay out of my life. I want nothing to do with you or this kid." He said before hanging up.

(I only did a oneshot because I have too many fics going right now I'm gonna give it some time and then decide if I wanna keep this a oneshot)