Boyfriend Imagines

Birth Control Cont.

"LILY!" I sighed with relief, and ran into her arms.

The death-stare she laid upon (y/bf/n) soon dropped as she saw the test in his closed fist.

"Y-y-you y-you're. You're p-pregnant?" Lily whispered, stuttering like crazy.

"YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT BE, (Y/N)!"
(Y/bf/n) yelled, obviously hearing what Lily had said.

"I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE IT YET!" I screamed, fighting back tears.

"YOU WERE ON BIRTH CONTROL, HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU BE PREGNANT!?"
He roared, lifting himself up to sit on the cabinet beside the sink.

"That's what I wanna know..." I said.
I couldn't breathe. It felt like there was a lump in the back of my throat. My heart was racing.

I finally took a deep breath as a single tear rolled down my cheek.

"(Y/n)..-" (y/bf/n) said softly, realising he had lost his temper again,
"I-I'm sorr-"

At this point, I wasn't even sad anymore. I didn't feel guilty, I didn't feel bad for me or anyone else in the room.
I just felt anger.

The anger forced me to push myself out of Lily's arms, walk into the ensuite, take the test that was sitting next to (y/bf/n), storm out of the room, and complete the test in the downstairs bathroom.

"Two lines means I'm pregnant, one line means I'm not."
I said to myself again, locking the door behind me.

This time it felt real.

I worked up the courage and was no longer weirded out by peeing on a stick.

I waited about 4 minutes and read the piece of pink and white plastic which would determine my future.
"Two lines means I'm pregnant, one line means I'm-"

"Pregnant." I said, staring at the two dark lines in front of me.

My heart dropped.

I fell to the bathroom floor.
"How am I meant to tell him?" I thought.

I got myself together and walked back upstairs with the test.

I got to my bedroom door but (y/bf/n) was already there, blocking the entrance.

I stared at him for like two seconds before letting him pull me into his chest and wrap his arms around me.

I cried. I let all my tears out and it broke my heart remembering how angry he seemed.
He's made it very clear that he doesn't wanna be a father. 

"What'd it say?" He whispered, tucking my hair behind my ears.

I lifted my head and looked up from the tear stain I had left on (y/bf/n)'s shirt.

I held the test above my head, showing him but not looking at his reaction.

"I'm sorry." I spoke through the tears that were still rolling down my face.

"I don't .. care, baby." he said.

"But then why did you-"

"I was mad that you would do his behind my back, baby." He said quietly,
"I love you. We're in this together."