Josh Hutcherson Imagines

Mood Swings (Pregnancy Series #3)

As delighted as you were to be having a baby with your loving boyfriend Josh, it seemed as though everything felt all over the place to you.  You would go nuts if something wasn’t in the right place or Josh didn’t say the right thing, and soon after you’d be apologizing about it to him.  He was completely understanding of you though, shrugging it off as just a symptom of being pregnant.  He’d give you your space when you needed it and was there by your side when you needed him the most.  You were thankful for that, but sometimes it was just too much.  Like right when you woke up one morning, you were instantly in a bad mood.  You just felt like it. You huffed as you got up from bed, throwing the covers off of you and stepping into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your business.  When you were dressed and ready, you head downstairs to find Josh cooking pancakes at the stove.  The smell was delightful to you, and instantly brightened your mood. He looks up at you and smiles. “Good morning sweetheart,” He says. “Morning,” You reply with a small smile, walking towards the kitchen.  As you sit down in front of your counter, Josh places a plate with three pancakes, two slices of bacon, and a small cup of strawberry yogurt in front of you.  You smile at his gesture, already scarfing down the pancakes when you suddenly feel complete hatred towards your husband.  “Do you think I’m anorexic?” You blurt out. Josh gives you a confused look. “What?” His response made you mad, making you slam your fork down on your plate, making a loud noise.  “Do you. Think. I’m. anorexic.” You repeat through gritted teeth. “What? No babe, why would I-“ “Josh you’re feeding me a fucking feast for a king!” You yell, pointing to your plate. “Do you think I’m starving myself? Do you think that I’m not taking care of myself enough? That I won’t be healthy enough to carry our baby?  Is that what you think?” You gape at him.  You were on the verge of tears right about now.  Josh quickly walks over and stands in front of you, cupping your cheeks. “(Y/N), I do not think that you’re anorexic. You are the perfect size and amazing in every way possible. There’s no need to think like that,” He hushes. You feel bad for your sudden outburst and tears start to stream down your cheeks. You wrap your arms around him and say “I’m sorry” repeatedly into his shirt as he rubs your back. “It’s okay, you’re fine. It’s okay,” He keeps saying that until your emotional mood swings calm down.