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Baby Fever {Corbyn Besson}

You and Corbyn were babysitting Lavender for Jack and Gabby while they were out on date night.

You were bouncing Lavender up and down while making baby noises at her and she was giggling. Corbyn was watching TV while drinking some orange soda.

"She's so cute," you cooed.

Corbyn just hummed in agreement.

"Hopefully ours will be this cute too," you hinted.

Corbyn choked on the orange soda and stared at you nervously when he recovered.

"Uh... yeah. Maybe," he mumbled to himself

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You and Corbyn were going clothes shopping when you saw the baby section. You ran over there and grabbed a cute onesie off the rack.

It was green and had, 'I'm cute, what's your superpower?' written on it and you couldn't help but squeal.

Corbyn heard you and walked over to where you were and froze when he saw what you were holding.

"Corbyn, babe. Isn't this just the cutest?!" you squealed.

He just stood there in shock.

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Corbyn walked through the door and saw you laughing on the phone. He smiled and kissed you on the cheek.

'It's my mom,' you mouthed.

'Cool,' Corbyn mimed and he walked into the kitchen.

While he was there he heard your conversation with your mom.

"Yes momma, he's treating me well... yes, I do really love him..."

Corbyn smiled at that.

"...but..." you continued and Corbyn raised his eyebrow. "I just really want a baby but he doesn't. Every time I bring it up he swerves me or pretends like he didn't hear what I just said. I pretend like I don't mind but it kinda hurts mom."

Corbyn felt upset, knowing he made you upset but he still couldn't wrap his head around having a kid. His career was going amazingly right now and your guys' relationship was awesome. He felt like a kid was going to sort of mess it up, as mean as that sounded.

"Okay, mom. I love you, bye."

Still feeling guilty, Corbyn walked into the living room and smirked at you.

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing. I was just gonna take a shower and was wondering if you wanted to join me."

You smiled and nodded excitedly. And well, you know the rest.

PRESENT DAY

You and Corbyn were at a get together being hosted by Daniel at his house. Everybody was chilling in the living room and by everyone I mean, Daniel's friends, their girlfriend's, their girlfriend's friends, etc.

While everyone was talking, you were placing light kisses along Corbyn's neck and face.

He chuckled and smiled at you.

"Babe, what are you doing?" he quietly asked you.

"Nothing," you whispered back.

Corbyn smiled and carried on letting you kiss him.

"But have you given this baby thing some thought?" you asked.

He stopped smiling and gently moved you off of his lap.

"Y/N, not now," he whispered harshly.

"If not now then when?" you asked in kind of loud voice.

Some people turned to you guys and Corbyn noticed so he plastered on a fake smile and started shushing you.

"No," you said even louder. "If not now then when?"

"Hopefully never!" he exclaimed.

Your face fell and tears started building up in your eyes.

"Oh, I see," you began. "It's not that you don't want a baby. It's that you don't want one with me."

Then you turned to Daniel.

"I'm sorry for ruining your get together Daniel," then you turned to everyone else. "I'm sorry everybody."

And with that, you ran out of the living room to the upstairs bathroom.

Everyone stayed in silence until Zach spoke up.

"Dude, you fucked up."

Corbyn sighed and put his head in his hands.

"I know," he groaned.

"Go after her then," Jonah said.

"I can't. She's probably too mad at me right now."

"Maybe you didn't understand me. Go after now or we'll all kick your ass," Jonah threatened.

Corbyn looked up, thinking he was joking but he was serious and so was the rest of the room.

Corbyn got off the couch and walked to the upstairs bathroom you were currently crying in. He walked in and saw you sitting on the closed toilet.

"Hey babe," Corbyn said but you just ignored him and carried on crying.

"I'm sorry about what happened downstairs," he apologized. "I should've never talked to you like that, especially when you didn't do anything wrong. It's just, all this baby talk of yours got me freaked out and—"

"I'm pregnant!" you blurted out.

Corbyn immediately stopped talking and did a huge ass double take.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant," you repeated. "Two months pregnant actually. That's why I've been bringing up this whole baby thing a lot recently."

Corbyn was still standing there in shock.

"It's fine though because now I know how you really feel about the whole situation. I'll be staying with my parents from now on. They'll come pick up my stuff tomorrow."

That's when Corbyn went back to normal.

"What? Why?" he questioned.

"Really? You're asking me that question now?"

He walked closer to you and tried to hold your hand but you pulled them away from him. His face quickly fell but he fixed it.

"Okay, it's true. I'm not crazy about the whole baby idea," he confessed. "But that's only because my career is going really great and our relationship is amazing and I felt like a baby would mess that up."

You scoffed at him.

"No, listen. I do want us to have a kid but much later, when we're married."

"Oh sure, no problem. I'll just tell this baby to stay in my uterus until much later. Everyone and their mother knows foetuses are known for their understanding and exceptional patience," you sarcastically remarked.

"I deserved that," Corbyn said. "This is going to be really hard but I'm willing to go through it for you."

"Really?" you asked and Corbyn nodded.

"It's our baby after all," he said.

You squealed and pulled him into a hug, carefully of course.

"I love you so much," your days into his chest.

"I love you too," then he put his hands on your stomach. "And you too."