//Motionless in White Imagines//

I'm Pregnant//Chris

'I'm pregnant.'

Chris looked up from his phone and slowly over to where you were standing in the doorway, holding a pregnancy test in your hand.

'Come again?' He asked.

'You heard me. I said I'm pregnant, Chris.' You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, sitting on the couch next to him.

'I honestly don't know what to say, Y/N.' He told you.

'Obviously. But this is really happening Christopher. We're gonna be parents.'

'How did this happen?' He asked, eyes darting to the piece of plastic in your hand.

'Well,' you started. 'First, we had sex, and then you-'

'Y/N, seriously, how did this happen? We used protection and you're on the pill!'

'I don't know. I'm not Dr. Phil.' You said as he stared blankly at the test.

'We can't be parents, Y/N. Let's be honest, I can barley get the straw in a capri sun!'

You laughed internally. He always had a way of making you feel better without knowing it. 'This is worse than when we ran out of thin mints.'

'Yeah, no shit.' He chuckled. 'You know, this is your fault.'

You looked at him, shocked. 'How the fuck is this my fault?'

'That one time, when it was lasagna night, you and your urges got the best of me!' He told you. 'You seductive witch! Taunting me with your body!'

'No! This is all your fault! You're the one that's always horny!' You pointed out.

'Ok, look. We're never gonna agree on who's fault this is, but all I know is that neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.'

'I can't drink anymore, dumbass!'

'Ok? And who's fault is that?'

'Yours!'