You stare down at the plus sign on the stick and a shudder runs through you. Your eyes widen you swallow a shaky breath.
"Oh y/n, dearest?" Ben calls from the kitchen. The sweet and luxurious smell of toast fills the room, almost melting away your worries.
"N-nothing," you reply, but Ben is very observational and could tell there was a shake in your voice.
"Y/n?" He sighs as he enters the bathroom. He looks at the pregananancy test in your hand and a sob chokes through you.
"Ben, I'm pregananant," you crie, collapsing into his sweet embrace.
"I'm going to be a father!" He ejaculates, tears of joy streaming down his face.
"Yeah..." you mutter, but he can hear the uncertainty in your voice.
"Y/n, I am the father, aren't I?" His windows of soul fill with worry as he stares into your face.
"I... I think so. It's just... the other day, with Robert," you can't bear to finish.
"Oh... I see." His eyes flash with fear, and you stare at him, puzzled. "Do you remember anything from the other night?" He looks worried.
"No, I was just sleeping, right?" You don't understand what he's talking about.
"Right, of course." The worry drains from his face like a sink. THe silence between you two is crushing you, inverting your rib cage, boiling your teeth as you wait for him to speak.
Without a word, he falls to his knees and hugs you around the middle. You cry out in surprise as Ben presses the side of his face to your stomach, and his tears moisten the fabric of your shirt.
"No matter who you truly belong to," He whispers into your navel, "you will always be my child." You cry as you play with Ben's hair, and he continues to hug you for a while.
"I love you, Ben," you sob as he pulls you into an embrace.
"I love you too, y/n". He pokes your stomach. "And you, my son/daughter. Now, let's go eat some breakfast."
You're still laughing and crying as the smell of burning toast and the sound of the fire alarm fill the kitchen as you walk in.
YOU ARE READING
Bob the Tomato x Ben Shapiro x Reader
VampireA thrilling story about the protagonist, y/n, who was created by an organization called Wicklow. During the day, she's a normal girl in love, but at night she becomes a bloodthirsty warrior. Day her has no memories of the night, and night her knows...
