Old Lone Ranger - Jim Hopper x Reader

Not A Good Time

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy, Confessions, Bad Timing

You clutched your beige-colored trench coat tightly over your chest as you waltzed down the sidewalk leading to the police station. Your body began to shiver uncontrollably, and you knew it wasn't due to the light snowfall that dusted your hair and shoulders. Your nerves had never been wound so tightly; your mind reeled with several possible outcomes that the impending interaction between you and your boyfriend could result in. While you both had not actively been trying to conceive a child, there was no denying that neither of you had been as stealthy and careful as you could have been when it came to contraception.

It started about one and a half months ago when you were late for your period. After taking the first pregnancy test you could get your hands on, you discovered that you were pregnant. Your entire world began to tremble; the idea of becoming a mother at twenty-two years old made you slightly nauseous (though that could have been a result of the morning sickness). After taking a long walk through the woods surrounding Hopper's cabin, you decided that you would wait until going to the doctor to tell Hopper about the pregnancy. The last thing you wanted was to tell him something that might not even be true, especially with the traumatic events of his past still haunting him everyday.

Fast-forward nearly two months and one visit to your OB/GYN later and there was no denying that you were, in fact, pregnant. Your brain felt like it was going to explode, and you decided to break the news to him now at work rather than wait until he got off at some ungodly hour tonight.

Walking briskly into the warm atmosphere of the police station, your eyes began to dart all over the surprisingly crowded station in search of Hopper's familiar face. Your gaze, however, landed on Flo, who was waving you over to her desk with a displeased expression on her tired face.

"He's been in the office with Murray for two whole hours," she groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly as the phones continued to ring all around her. "You can try going in there, but I can't even make my way through the door."

You swallowed the lump in your throat down nervously before you released a shaky breath, nodding in her direction before you began to walk toward's Hopper's office. With your hands buried deeply in the pockets of your coat, you couldn't help but falter as you heard Hopper's shouts echo past the closed door. With a hesitant hand, you lifted your fist up to knock lightly against the wood of the door.

"Not now!" boomed Hopper's voice, causing you to bite the inside of your cheek in defeat as your stomach began to flutter with nerves.

You huffed out a held-in breath before leaning against the wall across from his office. While you weren't purposefully being nosy, you couldn't help but pick up on bits and pieces of the conversation between the two old high school buddies (a scenario that was becoming more and more common over the past few months than your cared to admit). It wasn't that you didn't like Murray; he was a great friend to Hopper. However, whenever you needed to talk to Hopper or have some alone-time with him, Murray was always there to prevent it from happening. Though you didn't want to disrupt Hopper while he was working, you began to seethe at the fact that Murray would be ruining yet another important conversation that you needed to have with him.

After about ten minutes had passed, your patience had run thinner than a piece of paper. You released a frustrated sigh and banged a closed fist against the frosted glass of the door.

"I said not now!" he shouted.

Both men's heads shot towards the door as you swung it open in defiance of your boyfriend's response. Hopper's eyes, which were at first filled with concern upon seeing you, were quickly clouded with frustration and impatience. The two men were huddled over a blue print of the local mall, and an ashtray filled with several discarded butts indicated to you that they had been at this for hours. Your eyes darted to Hopper's before you began to feel nervous under his gaze.