Da Boys Imagines

Christopher R. - Pregnant P2

*Trigger Warning ⚠️ *

"Y/N what the f*ck?" Chris says putting his hand on his face. "Are you serious?"

I frown a little bit. "Why would I be joking? I really am pregnant."

Chris looks me up and down. "Well you don't look like it. Are you sure it's mine?"

Now I was getting angry. "I'm only two months pregnant Chris I'm not really showing yet. And I haven't had sex with anybody else."

Chris rubs his temples. "So what are you going to do? Are you thinking about getting an abortion?"

"Why would you even ask me that Chris? I'm not getting an abortion."

"How are you going to take care of a baby Y/N? You're only 16."

"This was a mistake, I shouldn't have told you. Sorry for wasting your time, I'll leave." I swiftly head to the door when I feel Christopher's hand on my shoulder.

"No, Y/N I'm sorry. Don't leave. This all just really crazy and on top of everything I've been missing you," He says, sighing. "I can't believe I have a whole child."

I put my arm on his shoulder. "Yes you do, and I've missed you too. I know we've had our differences and I know our relationship didn't turn out the way we thought it would but we have to get it together for the baby."

Christopher nods and rubs my stomach. "You hear that? We'll take care of you."

That's just what we did 7 months later when Judah Romero was born. He was a beautiful little baby with light brown eyes and small pink lips.

Christopher was in love with him, but his girlfriend Samantha didn't want anything to do at the baby.

She had an attitude at the baby shower and she had pulled Christopher aside and told him that it was either going to be her or the baby.

He chose his child of course and Samantha was really upset.

Chris would often come over to visit Judah and he would have scratches and bruises all over his body. When I questioned him, he denied everything and always claimed he ran into a wall.

Then his sister died and Chris was devastated. He stopped responding to my calls and texts, he stopped visiting Judah. It was like he just disappeared.

I was really worried for Chris with everything that was going on with him. So I stopped by his apartment, bringing Judah with me.

He didn't answer the door and the door happened to be open so I walked in, and saw Chris on the floor staring at the ceiling with tears in his eyes much to my horror.

One of his arms full of cuts. I hurriedly put Judah on the couch facing the opposite direction so he wouldn't see the blood, and put my hand on Chris's arm, biting my lip.

"What the f*ck were you thinking Christopher?" I scream, looking around for a towel.

"I want this all to end. I can't live without here," Chris whispers softly " and Samantha left me. God is clearly punishing me."

"I know it's hard, deaths are always hard, but you can't just give up. You have so many people that love you Chris! You're son loves you," I cry, grabbing his beautiful face. "I'm going to go call some help."

I stand up and head to grab the phone and I call the ambulance.

Chris looks to me. "I can see now it was always you. You're so beautiful, no wonder I was going crazy missing you. I'm happy my child was with you and not Samantha," he whispers but just loud enough for me to hear. "I'm such an idiot I'm sorry you got stuck with a 'baby daddy' like me."

He frowns, but I put my hand on his face but with tears in my eyes, kiss his lips. "I love you and so does Judah."

The flashing lights are present in the room as Christopher looses consciousness and I bury my wet face in his chest.