Black Horse (John Seed x Reader)

chapter forty four

The flight didn't last long. Usually, you were ecstatic when John took you flying. Not only was the scenery of Hope County beautiful from thousands of feet in the air, but it was amazing to see the Baptist in such a blissful state.

The wrinkles on his forehead from stress and anger disappeared when he was piloting. His tongue would flick out from the corner of his mouth every so often in concentration as his fingers rapidly pressed buttons that didn't make any sense to you.

But, as stated before, the flight didn't last long. Within five minutes of being in the air, you were beginning to feel nauseous. "You don't usually have airsickness, and I thought I was flying pretty smoothly," he had said with a sort of chuckle to hide his concern. You thought it was unusual as well, but on the other hand you had only ridden in the plane twice before.

You held your breath as the Affirmation touched down on the rural airstrip, making your stomach lurch into your throat. You couldn't scramble out of the cockpit fast enough, your tongue coated in the taste of bile.

Your knees buckled as soon as your feet hit the ground, and the contents of your stomach quickly poured on to the dirt beneath your fingertips. John was immediately by your side to hold your hair while his other hand soothingly rubbed your lower back.

"You're shaking," the Baptist knitted his eyebrows together in concern as you retched. "I'm fine," you managed to croak, lifting a hand above your head to wave his worry away dismissively. When followers approached the two of you with a want to help, John stopped them with a finger. He could take care of you. No other assistance was needed.

You were utterly shocked when the blue-eyed man swept you off of the ground, carrying you gingerly to the safety of the ranch. You assumed that a city boy like him would be incredibly squeamish, not wanting to stain his expensive ironed clothes. Then again, he bathed in blood for a living so it couldn't have been that much of a surprise to you.

And in truth, weren't you the real squeamish one? The one who got nauseous from a five-minute plane ride? As John kicked open the front door to the ranch and laid you down on the sofa, a realization sunk into your stomach like a ton of bricks.

"(Y/n)?" The Baptist cupped the side of your face, his eyebrows furrowed, "Do you feel sick again?" He must've noticed your epiphany; the dead giveaway could've been the blood draining from your face, leaving you like a pale ghost.

"N-no," you shook your head profusely, your voice suddenly weak. You dared to meet his gaze, swallowing hard. Keeping the truth from a man with such piercing blue eyes was near impossible, and you knew you couldn't hide it for long if you tried.

"John, I-" You choked, "I think I'm pregnant."

Now it was his turn to resemble a ghost. John's body instantly stiffened, and his eyes grew wide in shock. He struggled to find words, his tongue paralyzed like the rest of him. Noticing his reaction, you began to scramble for a reasonable explanation.

"Well, I-I'm late," you stammered, avoiding his eye contact, "I've been queasy for some time now, and you... You didn't use protection, John." The Baptist stands up from his spot on the couch, dragging his fingers through his beard.

The look on his face told you he was dreadful. It's not like you were exactly ecstatic about the idea of having a child, but you weren't about to faint from the possibility. What did he expect anyways? Did he think God would be the only protection you needed? That wasn't a good attitude for a potential future father to have.

"John," you warn, "What's wrong?" Despite your nausea, you sit up straight on the couch to give him a concerned look. He avoided glancing your way, even flinching at the sound of his name.

"I..." He begins with a soft tone, staring off into oblivion, "I can't do it." This made bells go off in your head. Were you this dizzy before?

"What-what do you mean?" You stammer with an already intensely shaken voice, standing up from the couch. "I can't do it," he repeats, this time louder, "I can't be a father."

"What are you talking about?" You unintentionally raise your voice, scoffing, "Of course you can. You don't really have a choice." This made John snap his head to you, his eyes wide. You took a step back, startled by his expression.

"You don't really have a choice," he breathlessly muttered, as if he were repeating it to himself to help him understand, "You don't really have a choice."

You watched him through furrowed brows, disgusted yet concerned at the man before you. The man you thought would be by your side through anything with unconditional support.

That facade fizzled away into reality when John Seed snatched his trench coat from the rack and sprinted out of the front door.

HELLO OKAY PLZ DONT YELL AT ME I KNOW IT'S BEEN LIKE TWO WEEKS SINCE MY LAST UPDATE I'VE JUST BEEN LIVING LIFE AND KEEPING BUSY WITH SCHOOL!! i had writer's block for about a week, but i managed to pull myself out of it. i know this chapter is short so i will try my hardest to get another update out within the week!! bare with me guys. i'm getting towards the end of this book (5 more chapters!!!) so it's been difficult.

already time for some questions:
why did john leave?
do you think you're really pregnant?
where is john going?
will you be upset that he's gone?
worried or angry?
how do you think this book will end?

((p.s. if you wanna help me out or if you want faster updates, comment or PM me some ideas you may have or any scenes you want to see between the characters during the final moments of Black Horse!! i would greatly appreciate even a simple dialogue prompt. thanks guys!!))