Hollywood Undead Lemons/Fluffs (_______×Reader)

Cheater, Liar - Funny Man VS Danny (Part 2)

I made an appointment to get a DNA test for the baby. It's at the end of the week. Danny's going with me. If the baby doesn't match Danny, we'll know that it's Funny Man's. 

"They just need some blood from me and a cheek swab for you, she said," I told Danny.

"Alright. Do you want to watch a movie? I took the whole week off for you."

"Sure, but you pick."

"It's your turn," he said.

"I don't want to."

. . . . .

I woke up alone on the couch, feeling a little sad... until I smelled the baking biscuits! Getting up and walking to the kitchen to find Danny cooking (favorite breakfast) was the best.

"Good morning," I whispered in his ear, hugging him from behind.

"Good morning," he replied, kissing me and gently lifting me up on the counter....

. . . . .

"The DNA matches the DNA sample provided," the nurse said.

I could have cried in that moment. Danny got me pregnant. I was safe.

The smile on his face was absolutely ecstatic. He looked so excited to have a baby on the way. I wonder how it will be with him. Will he take the crying newborn from my arms at 2 am and tell me to get more rest while he feeds them? Will he read them bedtime stories when I have to work the morning shift?

I hope so.

"Would you like to know the sex?"

"Huh?" I asked, ripped out of my daydream.

The nurse repeated the question and I said yes.

"You're having a girl. Congratulations!"

My entire world stopped. I was overjoyed. Tears flowed from my eyes, wetting my shirt.

"A-a girl?" Danny stammered.

The nurse nodded.

He got up and walked out of the room.

"Thank you," I said to the nurse and left the room, following Danny.

. . . . .

"Danny! Danny, wait!" My hand wrapped around his wrist to turn him to me. "Wha--"

My cheek stung, my face must have been the picture of shock as his hand collided with my face. Tears began to flow and I cradled that side of my face, scared and confused.

"You're having a girl by yourself! Lose my number. You're dead to me!" he screamed at me. I cried harder.

"Please. Why are you doing this?"

"Find your own way home!" he yelled and slammed his car door. He sped off, leaving me sobbing in the parking lot.

. . . . .

"Thanks for driving me home. I'm sorry for everything--cheating, the pregnancy... Everything."

"I'm just happy you're safe (your name). As far as I'm concerned, that little girl is ours. I don't care what Danny says about you or her," Funny Man said, squeezing my hand.

I stared ahead at our house and finally felt at home.

"I love you."

"I love you," I responded.