Dolan Imagines ♛

•Pregnant ~ E

I kinda love this.
Pt 2??

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I look in the mirror, trying to squeeze the zip together on my skinny jeans.
Although eating well and working out with my boyfriend Ethan, and his brother Grayson, I had gained a little weight - confusing. Not a significant amount, but a few of my clothes began tighter. And it wasn't normal for me.

Yes I could be bloated - yes that's it. I'm most likely about to get my period soon. No cap. (I love Emma so much)

Ethan and Grayson are currently making breakfast, Grayson's homemade avocado toast. Yum.

I head to the kitchen, resigning my jeans and throwing a pair of Ethan's grey sweats on. They're so big I don't normally wear them or I drown in them.  But they'll do.

I walk into the kitchen, and beam at the boys, walking to Fridge to get some OJ.

Ethan turns to me, smiling, followed by Gray

"Good Morning beautiful" Ethan says, throatily.
I kiss him on the cheek, staying quiet. Not feeling so well.

"Morning y/n" Gray says
"Mornin'" I groan back.

Gray stands at the side, cutting avocados, and Ethan makes his way to me, with a glass.
"You only ever wear my sweatpants when it's your - um - time of the month," he whispers, "want some adderall?" He says hugging me.
"Ethan no I'm not, I'm just tired And couldn't be bothered to ramble through the draw for my jeans ok?" I laugh, absentmindedly, brushing him off, wanting space. Feeling clammy.

He nods, kisses my head, and heads back to helping Gray.

After a while, we sit to eat breakfast.
We sat facing Grayson, and he majestically presented his Jamie Oliver masterpiece, which would normally look appetising. The smell wafted, and hit my nose making me feel slightly - nauseous? I'm not sure what it was, but I felt ill.
The boys dug in, but i stuck to my OJ, staring at the plate.

"Baby this is your fave breakfast"
"We made it just for you" Grayson chips in.

"I appreciate it boys, but I'm just really not hungry. I don't feel great. But thanks"

They look puzzled.
"Sure you don't want that addarall?" Ethan's says, rubbing my hand.
"It's probably a virus," I say, "I'll take u guys out for lunch, I'm sorry about the toast. It looks so good"
I get up, pushing in the chair at the stained oak table.
"Sorry, im think im just going to sit in bed."
I say, smile weakly at them, and leave not turning back, heading for Ethan's room, where I was staying, pushing the nausea to the back of my mind.

*Ethans POV*

"Everything alright with y/n?," Grayson asks me, in between bites.

"I dunno, G" I mutter

"Why?"

"She only wears my sweats when she's on - her - you know what- ," Gray nods, "and she says she isn't on. And I saw her this morning, she lied, she didn't like that her jeans looked a little - only slightly- tighter than normal. Almost bloated, but so. And now she's feeling ill. It's pathetic - but it's just not y/n, you know? I want her to feel better"

He sits there, and sighs - thinking. He turns his head around the corner of the dining room, making sure my bedroom door is shut.

"Is she on the pill?"

I stare at my brother , who was currently inquiring on my sex life...

"What?" I must have heard it incorrectly.

"Is she on the pill?" Gray repeats, with a stern face, "or some sort of contraceptive?" Still stern.

No, I heard right.

"Bit of a private question to ask, Gray.."

"I know, but is she?" He says, still eating, knowing this conversation could easily go from semi- awkward, to awkward beyond repair.

"Ye..yes.. but what's that got to do with it? It's not anything to do with our sex life, like she say, a virus or something." I ramble

"Well if she's bloated for no reason, plus bro she hates your massive sweats, and if she's not on her period then why is she wearing them, and she's feeling sick," Gray proposes, "maybe it's worth talking to her about pregnancy being a possibility"

"You're out your fucking mind bro" I laugh.

"No, Ethan, you know your girlfriend. You're suspicious. Why would she not just say her jeans were getting too small? She tells you everything bro. I'm not even her boyfriend and see the worry etching away at her. Something. Is. Wrong."

I nod, agreeing. Y/n did seem a little on edge yesterday and today. i finish eating, before pouring a glass of orange juice to take to y/n.

*y/ns POV*

I sit up on the right side of Ethan's bed, the duvet stopping at my knees, my head pounding, my stomach slowly churning (ew I hate that word) and stopping. Repeat.

I small knock on the door interrupts (slightly) my worries, and I lift my head off the headboard, and Ethan's smiley head pops round the corner. I smile, and hold my arms out signalling for him to come and hug me.
He slips in, putting a class of OJ on the nightstand as he climbs over me to sit next to me.

"You ok?" He smiles, taking my hand.

"I really wanted that toast. But something made me feel incredibly sick"

Ethan kisses me on the cheek.. "y/n I've been thinking..."

"I heard. Grayson likes to scream at the top of his lungs." I roll my eyes, embarrassed thinking about the conversation the boys had about me. I hated that conversation topic, but I hated it even more that the two boys had a discussion about it without me, I'd rather be consulted about my body, than hearing my boyfriends brother asking if I'm on the pill. It's just awkward. Ethan goes rosy, also embarrassed I heard Grayson.

" I mean, it's just a theory the douchebag has. But could it be a possibility? " Ethan says, quietly.
I lean on his shoulder, paralysed with shock and worry.

"I mean... I don't know" I whisper, my eyes pricking with salty tears.

Ethan turns his head to look down at me - "What do you you don't know? Princess?"
He keeps looking at me. I stay quiet.
"Did you get this month?" He asks, concerned. I hated talking about that with ethan, but he was being very mature, so I tried not to cringe.

"I'm four days late"

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PT 2???