EverymanHYBRID Imagines 2

Eating Babies: Habit

Requested by @transformerslover217

Habit sighs as I sit up, gasping for breath. I've been sick for too long, and I won't let him kiss me on the lips and he is pouting about it. He looks at me with a sad look on his face that I know is just his way of pouting.

"We should probably go to the hospital or something," I say. "I've been sick too long."

"Are you sure? The last time you went there you said you never were going back."

"Habit, I'm sick. I need to get better and I won't at this pace. Plus, I'm sick of not kissing you."

"Then let me kiss you. I've had worse things in my mouth than you," he says.

I can't help but laugh at that.

"Come on, we should go. You're driving me. Oh, and don't be all offended if I call you Evan while we are out, I don't think people would really get that your name is Habit."

"You're just jealous that your name isn't as unique," he says.

I smile at him. "Yep, that's it."

.....

As I lay on the bed, with Habit beside me and a doctor pressing a probe to my stomach, I try to go to a happy place.

I'm not here. I'm just ... somewhere else. And the probe is not actually a probe, it's ...

That's when I hear a loud heartbeat. I look up, and give the doctor a quizzical look. But the probe is still on my stomach and nowhere near my heart. The doctor lady looks at me with a smile on her face.

"How long have you been pregnant?"

"Wait, what?"

Her eyes widen. "You didn't know."

"Know what?" Habit asks.

"She's pregnant," she says.

I look at her. "Are you serious?"

"I'm a doctor, my sense of humor is very different from this, I assure you." She looks back at the monitor. "You're at at least five and a half weeks along, for it to have a heartbeat."

"That's ... my baby's heartbeat? That's what we're hearing?" I ask.

"Yes!" she says. "I'd wager that is why you've been sick."

After a while, she leaves and I turn to Habit, tears in my eyes. He takes my hand and makes me look at him. When I do, the tears come full force.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"You're gonna eat it," I say quietly.

"Why? Oh. Y/ n, I'm not going to do that."

"You ate a baby! What happens if you decide that you want to hurt me and so you ... "

He cups my face in his hands. "Y/n.  I'd never do that to you. I'm not going to eat your baby. I promise."

He kisses the tears away and then hugs me gently.

"We're gonna do this together, okay? It's just the two of us in this, not Vinny or Evan, okay?" Habit says.

"Okay," I say. "Let's go home."