Palaye Royale One-Shots

I might be. . .(R. L.)

"Fuck." The word slipped out as soon as you realized the date.
"What?" Your boyfriend, Remington, asked from his place on the couch.
"I'm late."
"For what?" You rolled your eyes.
"Yoga." Sarcasm dripped from your words. He looked at you over the back of the couch.
"You don't do yo-"
"I meant my period is late you dumbass."
"Oh." Silence. "Oh!" He looked at you again, eyes wide. "Does that mean?"
"I might be. . ." You trailed off.
"Well! Don't just stand there! Get your shoes! We have to find out!" You were glad he was excited, but if it turned out you weren't actually pregnant he would be heartbroken. However, you humored him and found your shoes. Once you had your shoes on he practically drug you out of the apartment and down the hall. Your quick trip to the store turned into grocery shopping because once you got there you remember a dozen other things you needed. You got back to the apartment laden in bags.
"Here!" Remington shoved the pregnancy test into your hands.
"But the fridge-"
"I'll do it. Go!" You smiled and rolled your eyes as you walked down the hall to the bathroom. You read every inch of the instructions, not that it was complicated, and took two tests. You set a timer on your phone for five minutes. Two minutes in Remington joined you in the bathroom. You sat on the floor, backs against the tub. The more you'd thought about it the more excited you were at the idea of having a baby. And Remington was ecstatic.
"If it's a girl we should call her Marie." Remington mused, fingers idly twisting in your hair.
"That's a nice name." You hummed. "I've always liked Aaron for a boy." He nodded. The timer went, shocking you both and making your heart beat a little faster. You turned it off and stood up. You grabbed the tests.
"So?" A lump formed in your throat. You didn't know how to tell him. You showed him the test.
"I don't know what this means. What does this mean?" He looked from the test to your face.
"No baby." You whispered. His face fell.
"Oh." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, eyes downcast.
"I'm sorry." His head shot up and his beautiful brown eyes met your (e/c) ones.
"It's not your fault." He wrapped you in a hug.
"Feels like it." You mumbled. "I got excited for a minute there."
"Me too. But are we even ready for a baby? Could we handle that?" You shrugged.
"Only one way to find out."
"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" He asked. You smiled.
"Maybe." You looked up at him. He grinned and kissed you.
"Are you serious?" He asked.
"I'm ready if you are."
"Hell Yeah!" You kissed him.
"Are we really doing this? Are we gonna try for a baby?" You asked, just making sure you were on the same page.
"I think we are."

To be continued. . .