You sat on the bathroom floor in Brock and yours shared apartment, shaking, as you ran your fingers over the plastic stick in your hands that read "+."
Positive. You were pregnant. You rested your face in your hands, crying. "How? Why? What if Brock leaves? Y/N, you're so stupid," you whispered to yourself through tears.
You had only been dating Brock for about 6 months, and everything was going right. Well, until this.
There was nothing you could do but cry. It stayed that way for 10 minutes until your front door opened. You scrambled to clean up yourself and the bathroom as you stuffed the test into your sweatshirt pocket. "Y/N? Baby?" Brocks voice echoed through the house. His footsteps kept getting louder until landing at the half-shut bathroom door. "Y/N?"
He pushed the door open and quickly proceeded towards you and sitting as he cupped you face in his palms. "Baby? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" His eyes darted to the counter, where your pregnancy test box lay open. The one thing you forgot to throw away. Brock got up and grabbed the box, scanning it for a test. When he didn't see anything, he came back to you, grabbing your face once again and pulling away your hands, placing them in his.
"Y/N, are you pregnant?"
You couldn't get any words out, only tears. You grabbed the test from your pocket and handed it to Brock. When he saw it, his face lit up. "Baby, you're pregnant!"
You looked up at his gleaming face. "Why are you happy? What are we going to do, Brock? Oh my god, my parents are going to hate me. For heavens sake, so are yours!"
His eyes filled with happy tears met yours that were filled with sorrow. "They love you, Y/N. I love you. We're going to do this, together, okay? Me and you. Don't worry about anything, princess. We're gonna do great," he smiled. Brock had that contagious smile: every time he smiled, you did.
You couldn't help but smile at the blonde as he pulled you in for a tight hug before you could even respond to what he said. "I love you, Brock. We're gonna do this," you muffled into his shoulder, now soaking his gray shirt in tears.
"Yes we are, my princess. I love you so much."
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sorry that this is super short, but i hope u enjoyed anyways! please comment other players/scenarios you'd like to see!
