Bad Romance

Timing

-From your POV-

A few more weeks had gone by and the first appointment was tomorrow. I still hadn't told anyone yet, but my jeans started to feel to tight around the waist band so I had switched most of my clothes out for shorts of sweatpants with hoodies to hide any slight changes. I would look in the mirror and it was still pretty unnoticeable, but I was reasonably paranoid.

It was lunchtime and my dad had made sandwiches. I was nervously skirting around the kitchen when my dad had finally suggested I take a seat. I was trying to figure out how to tell them, as I knew I would have to sooner or later. I didn't grab a sandwich because the meat on it was high in sodium and nitrates, which are discouraged during pregnancy, so I just sat down with no plate in front of me while my dad and Eva began to dig in. My dad paused and looked at me.

"Why didn't you grab a plate?" he asks. This is it. DO IT. RIP IT OFF.

"BecauseI'mpregnant." I blurt out all in one breath, causing both my dad and Eva to freeze in their tracks. "The salts and preservatives, in the meat, they're bad for the baby." I say out afterward. By now, my legs were numb from shock and anxiety as I just waited for their shocked expressions to read as literally anything else.

They both asked me at least two- if not three- times if I was pregnant and if I was sure. I explained to them the whole clinic scenario, how the blood tests were conclusive, the strep and flu tests were negative, and how I have an appointment tomorrow to find out how far along I am and to check on the development of the baby is. They sat quietly and just took it all in, and at the end I explained the different options I had read about in the information the doctor gave me.

"Well.... Do you plan on keeping it?" Eva asked very softly. I thought about it for a second before shrugging.

"I never came to a concise decision, but I mean, I did just avoid high salt for their well-being, right?" I say, realizing that subconsciously this whole time I've made plans of keeping it. Had I not been subconsciously doing it, I would've just ignored it and ate whatever I wanted, smoked whatever I wanted, etc. etc.,... Right?

I thought my dad was silent in anger, but then I noticed he was lightly flicking out the corner of his eye. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Are you crying?"

"I'm happy for you, Y/n." he chokes out.

"Happy?"

"Yes, Y/n. I always wanted you to have your own family. I don't care what age you decide to start." he explains softly.

"You're not mad?" I clarify.

"No, I don't care whether you decide to have a baby at 19 or 39. That's your choice, I can't get mad at you for making your own choice." he clarifies. I smile softly at his reaction. It was surprisingly supportive. "I love you girls, both, so so much." he says as he pats Eva's hand and pats mine with his free hand.

"We love you too, dad." Eva tells him before turning to me. "Do you know yet if it's a boy or a girl?" she asks me. I shake my head no.

"I have no idea when I find the gender out." I tell them. They finished their sandwiches and had asked me a million questions about the baby before they finally concluded.

"Any further questions?" I ask and they respond with head shakes. "Now, I'm about to go out for an hour or two. I have to go tell Tom, he doesn't know yet." I tell them.

"He doesn't?" my dad asks. I shake my head no. My dad had met Tom in the past few months that we had been back together as he came over to the house quite frequently and he even grew to like Tom. "Well, best of luck sweetheart. Do you want to drive there?" he offers.

"No, I won't be able to walk long distances in a few months so I'm going to take advantage of this right now." I say as I stand up from the table. I exchange goodbyes with them and make my way out the door and to his house.

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"What is it, Y/n? Why are you so nervous?" Tom asked me. We were sitting on the bench in the back garden while his followers were inside the house practicing crude spells. I was trying to scrape up the courage to just spit it out.

"I'm pregnant, Tom." I tell him. His eyes widen and darken, but he doesn't say anything. He just gently looks away from me and off into the distance. I just watch his face, trying to find some type of expression but one of Tom's biggest downsides was that his face barely ever showed emotion; he always seemed stoic and cold. "...Tom?" I sheepishly peep out. My hand finds his. "Say something?" I suggest softly. He waits a minute or two before opening his mouth.

"The child, what are your plans with it?" he asks firmly. I swallow hard.

"I was planning on keeping it and carrying out the pregnancy-" I start to explain before he cuts me off.

"And then raising it, yes?" he asks in a serious tone, still not looking at me.

"Yes, that was the plan." I tell him.

"Good; no child- let alone my own- will know what the inside of those treacherous orphanages look like." he spits our hastily. He turns to me and holds my hand. "This child is going to be raised in protection and power. Do you understand?" he asks. I nod weakly and he squeezes my hand slightly. "Good. You are not to be in harms way for the duration of this pregnancy and anyone who challenges or compromises that will be killed." he says coldly. I nod in agreement and he kisses my cheek. "I love you, Y/n." he says.

"I love you too, Tom."

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I laid awake in my bed and I could not sleep; my stomach was still hurting as well as my lower back and my feet. Tom's reaction wasn't bothering me, honestly. I had no idea whether or not it should, but it didn't. I mean, he swore he was going to protect me and the child and Tom was big on promises, so I didn't doubt that part. But just one thing was nagging at me nonstop.

I kept trying, and trying, and trying.

Pushing it down, distracting myself, denying it, and pushing it out of my head. "No, Y/n. It's not, calm down. You're just paranoid and panicking. You're a witch, for Christsake it's not like anything in this world is impossible." I told myself.

But the thing, no matter how hard I tried, would not go away. The thought of the timeline lingered in my head.

If Tom and I JUST started having sex again two weeks ago and most pregnancies aren't detected until 3-5 weeks, how did they detect it already??