~In the morning~
I wake up from the smell of food. I stand up and walk through Brook's flat following the smell because I still don't know his flat. I find him in the kitchen making food. I walk up to him and say.
Y/n: Good morning Brook.
He throws the pancake in the air.
B: Y/n you scared me!
I start laughing really hard.
B: What?
I point to the ceiling. He looks up and sees the pancake and starts laughing too.
B: That's your pancake!
Y/n: Okey once it falls from the ceiling.
We laugh and start eating the already prepared pancakes.
Y/n: You're a good chef Brook!
B: No believe me I'm not it's a miracle you can eat this!
We hear a weird noise. I have no clue what it was.
B: Your pancake is ready!
We both start laughing really hard but I take his hand.
Y/n: Back to what I wanted to say. I'm sure your not that bad of a cook.
B: No believe me I'm bad!
I laugh and we continue eating. The food was really good. I don't believe Brook that he is such a bad cook normally. I stand up and call a doctor.
B: What are you doing?
Y/n: Calling a doctor because of the baby.
B: Can you put it on speaker?
Y/n: Sure.
I sit down next to brook and we wait for the doctor to pick up.
Dr: Hello Dr. Millers office?
Y/n: Hello my name is Y/n Y/ln. I'm calling because I found out that I'm pregnant and I would like to make a appointment.
Dr: Do you have any special wishes for the date or time?
Y/n: No I'm always free.
Dr: Would you like to come in an hour?
Y/n: Yes that would be perfect.
Dr: Okey perfect Goodbye.
Y/n: Thank you Goodbye.
I look at Brook and ask:
Y/n: can I use your shower?
B: Yes but it's your shower now too. This whole flat is yours too.
Y/n: Thanks Brook.
I give him a hug and go too our room. He then comes in after me and brings me a towel. I take a shower and put on something comfy. I go back to our room where Brook is waiting.
B: Are you ready?
Y/n: Yeah wanna go?
B: Let's go.
We go down to his car and drive to the doctor. When we arrive we don't even have to wait.
Dr: Hello miss Y/ln and you sir?
B: Brooklyn Wyatt
Dr: The father?
Y/n: No.
Dr: Okey so why exactly are you here?
Y/n: So I'm pregnant but I don't know since when like how many weeks. And I have a problem with drinking and smoking so I'm worried that the baby may be in danger. Because I smoked and drank not to long ago.
Dr: Let's see since when you're pregnant.
He does some tests. I'm really nervous but when Brook takes my hand and squeezes it I calm down a bit. I smile at him. The doctor comes back and then says:
Dr: So you don't have to worry you were lucky. You are in the fifth or sixth week so I'm guessing you had morning sickness and found out like that.
Y/n: Yes I did. So the baby is fine?
Dr: Yes as long as you don't drink or smoke.
Y/n: I won't drink or smoke.
Dr: Mr Wyatt do you guys live together?
Brook nods and the doctor goes on.
Dr: Okey your task is to make sure she doesn't dirk or smokes.
B: I will!
Dr: I would like to make an appointment in a month to be sure everything is fine.
Y/n: I think that's a good idea.
We find a date next month for the appointment. When we get out I jump on Brooklyn and hug him really tight. I wrap my legs around him. He places his hands on my thighs to hold me up.
B: You okey Y/n?
Y/n: Brook the baby is fine! I'm so happy!
B: I'm glad it is. And I hope it stays like this.
Y/n: If you're talking about drugs or drinks don't worry I care about the baby!
He brings me to the car like that.
Y/n: Thanks Brook.
B: No problem.
Y/n: What do you want to do?
B: Ohh I don't care we can watch some more Netflix and do something productive tomorrow.
Y/n: Yeah that sounds like a plan.
We drive to our flat and watch some Netflix.
*We did that a lot. Just Me,Brook and some good old Netflix. I enjoyed everything time we did that because I felt safe. Me and Brook cuddled every time we watched Netflix.*
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FanfictionThis is the story of my Life. My quite fucked up life! Well let me tell you about it... This imagine will contain Smut as well as Fluff. If there is a smut part I will put : 🔥 at the beginning and end so if you don't want to read Smut you don't ha...