yungblud imagines || d.h

i have to tell you something

you sat there in the floor of your shared bathroom, shaky and teary eyed.

in your hand was a simple stick telling you that you were with child.

and you didn't know how you were going to tell him that.

wiping your tears away, you knew you had to get up at some point.

three weeks ago

you were almost off from working a double from open until close, which was nearly twelve. your staff had been short lately, and you wanted the money and promotion. your phone begins to buzz on the table as you sweep the lot and cut the light, "hello?"

"what're doing, you pretty little thing," his thick, velvet accent fills your ears through the phone.

"dom, i'm still at work, can we do this later or tomorrow? i'm tired."

"ahhh but please, princess, i've been missing you more than usual lately...it's not fair you get to use your looks to tease me all the time," he begs you.

muting him for a moment, you groan during your second-long debate, "give me an hour."

you started walking to your car when you began feeling super queasy. assuming it was something you ate on your break, you attempt to drive home; you end up stopping four times on the way to regurgitate.

you walk through your door at one thirty-two a.m. . you set you jacket on the back of a chair and jump, completely startled by the silhouette on your couch. "what the fuck," you exclaim, quick to grab an object to defend yourself.

"you said an hour," you heard. then the familiar voice dawned on you. "you said an hour at eleven thirty. you got off at twelve, but here it is one thirty-two, and i had to drive all the way here just to make sure nothing happened to you...but i can see that my princess is alright."

you sigh, "i think i may be coming down with a stomach bug, i've just not felt good for a couple days now, dom," you say in your defense. he finally cuts a light on, "is everything alright, y/n?"

you tell him about not having an appetite lately, the vomiting, the dizziness, and the restless nights you've had when you've tried to sleep. "baby, you've been working so hard lately, maybe your brain just doesn't want you to rest because it's so use to all the work," he suggested. you nodded, becoming dizzy and falling into is arms. "awe baby," he scoops you up to carry you to your bed.

"dom," you call, faintly, to him.

"yes, princess?"

"do you love me?" you had always wondered that. for two years, the two of you accompanied each other, but then he found a relationship and left you high and dry for almost a year. of course, when that ended, he fell right back into your life just when you had almost forgotten everything, and he'd been here with you ever since.

"i love the things you do for me, and that you're always here when i need you," he tells you.

your heart sank just a little as he gently lay you down in your bed. as he walked to grab you a loose shirt, you ask him, yet again, "but do you love me?" he sits at the foot of your bed, never taking his eyes off of you as he removes your bottoms.

"do you want me to love you," he asks as he lifts you up, removing your shirt.

you look in his eyes for a sign of hope. hope that he may love you and be in love with you, hope that everyday, when he sees a couple happily together, he prays that it'd be him with you, hope that he pray you love him more than you want him to love you.

"will you..." is all you spoke. he plants a gentle kiss upon your lips...and you soul falls, yet again. your soul falls into his lust tonight as it has every night before, and as it will every night after. the two of you fill that night with harmonies of pleasure only to build a wall after.

...

the next morning, when you wake, your surprised to see that dominic was still even there. he just looked at you, but it was different from all of his lustful entrancements, he looked like a kid watching a magician for the first time. "why have you never told me to stay to watch you sleep?" you laughed at his question, "uhm..i think that it's because that would be a weird thing for me to do?"

"i love you," he says.

"i'm sorry , what?"

"i, dominic...richard...harrison...the idiot who never stopped to analyze this before...love you...y/n. i love you."

***

that was the first day you two spent as an official pair. every day after that for the past three weeks happened so fast, but only because the two of you had been there for each other, in that way, for nearly three years, but this...this was not what you asked for so soon.

then again, you didn't know what you were going to do.

what if you want to keep it and he doesn't?

what if you don't want to keep it, but he does?

what if you do keep it and he wants to but then you regret it and then it's too late?

what if you don't and he supports you but then you regret that too?

a million more thoughts dance their way into your mind; they came out as tears in your eyes.

he'd be home in a few hours and you needed to think. you get yourself off the bathroom floor, test in hand, grab a sweater from your room, and go downstairs. you go ahead and call a doctor's office to make an appointment with an OB. for the next hour, you spend your time pacing and drinking cups after cups of hot tea. your nerves had just started to subside when you heard his voice enter into your home.

shoving the stick in the pocket of your sweater, you put a faux smile on your face as he enters the kitchen. "y/n! baby! how was your day, love," he asks you. brushing a strand of hair from your face, you lie, "it was good."

"are you finally starting to get over that nasty crud," he asks, caressing your cheek.

a single tear falls from your eye, "about that," worry cloaks his face, "i have to tell you something dom," you admit.

"y/n...are...are you sick sick?"

you nod vigorously; for a moment, you remain quiet. in these next few seconds, you just prayed for the best. you reach into your pocket, grabbing the test, "I know this isn't something you want to hear from your girlfriend of three and a half weeks slash former f.w.b of three years but," you slide it to his side of the island, "i'm pregnant."