Chris Motionless Imagines / One shots

Eye Opener

A/N: so i know it's a really bad time for this to come out after it all. But please know before reading; this is not based on any real shit in his life. While, this is written for me to get my feelings and emotions out, it's not based towards any real events with any of his previous relationships. it's based off some of my personal life issues that i don't feel comfortable reaching out to my friends about. some of them are put in the fic as a storyline but some are real. as for what is, only my close friends will know. and to those who do, please don't comment anything to give that way. thank you.

His hands go to his black hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. All while she sits in tears on the couch, absolutely heartbroken at the situation. The whole amount of bombs dropped one by one on her. His eyes are on anything but her. Absolutely anything else but those gems of hers that she second guess his words on now.

Chris sighs, his hands falling to his lap. His head shaking as he listens to the silence that fills the room. Nothing could change the admissions now. Nothing, absolutely nothing. It terrifies him. He let it get this far. He let it happen.

"So, 11 weeks."

He doesn't miss the crack in her voice as she picks at the left over pieces of her old gel nails, desperately needing a fill and paint coat.

Chris nods, his eyes now on the combat boots on his feet. The orange and black shoe laces that look like Halloween. His own band symbol on them.

Y/N sighs, her hands shakily going to her leg as she turns in her seat. Turning to where she can face the man taller then her by a foot. Her orbs filled with unshed tears.

"I just. I don't get it."

A tattooed hand runs through her hair before going to rest her head on the arm. Sleep still heavy in her eyes, her attention far from the computer now. So much so that she bookmarked what had her attentions.

They can wait now.

He doesn't either. He doesn't either anymore.

"I mean i do. I get it. We discussed our relationship. We agreed to do this. The open relationship, i mean."

She sighs.

She regrets it now.

This was her last ditch effort to keep him. As she sits here now with the details that had been laid before her, she realizes the last ditch effort was pointless.

"But like, we agreed the moment that it went any further. You were supposed to tell me."

A frustrated sigh escapes her lips, "You fucking go bareback in me Chris. If she has something, it goes to me."

Chris looks up, started and a bit frustrated before leaning into his spot on the brown leather couch. A smirk spread wide across his face and a disbelief laugh escaping past his lips.

"She doesn't have anything. I made sure of that."

The statement alone. It makes her feel uncomfortable. It makes the  whole point she is making, she feels unheard. That he could careless about the whole point. It's another realization that he could care less about her.

She truly meant nothing.

If he did, he has a shit way of showing it.

"That's not the point of it Chris!"

She can't believe he is even doing this.

"You as a grown man in his thirties should have told me sooner!"

Chris shrugs, "You don't get it do you?"

It's her now to raise an eyebrow.

"She's pregnant Y/N."

The wind is knocked out from her.

Her hands falling to her lap as she stares at the man reading any sign beneath it. He has to be lying.

It's the puzzle pieces that match together that showcases in your mind and his face, he isn't. He is for once being honest.

Y/N shakes her head, "I can't believe this."

Her eyes dart to the sleeping child on the couch desperate to be near their mother. Thunderstorms happening outside around the house and despite the child being the most independent yet. He decided to be near his mother and father.

Now she would have to explain to the kid the very reality she had worked so hard to keep him shielded from. No child should see this between the people he loves the most.

And yet, she feels she should have said something sooner.

"I found out a couple weeks ago."

His hand comes to lay on her leg, his thumb running circles along her jeans.

"I didn't mean for this to happen but it did."

Chris sighs, "I promise i'll start wearing condoms."

Her eyes close, the tears rolling down her cheeks as she shakes her head and she tilts her head down to take a breath. Her attention going back to the computer the moment her eyes open again.

"I.."

She sniffles.

"No need."

She scrolls on the webpage she is on, refusing to meet the eyes of the man who once held her heart inside the palm of his hands. Who she would spend the rest of her life with. Who could hold her in ways no other man before him could ever. He saw the sides of her that should have scarred him.

He had created a whole life with her. He created a family. He built a life with her. Only for it to be crashed down the moment he expressed he didn't know what he wanted. He did this all on the happiest day of her life. While she lived on her high after the best day she had.

He raises an eyebrow, his thumb stopping its movements.

"Babe."

She raises a hand to shush him.

Still refusing to find his eyes, to afraid to he sucked back into the very thing again. Despite her chest no longer caving in at the thoughts of the bad news. At the fact like she did when he admitted to her, he was interested in someone else.

It killed her. It destroyed her. She didn't want to let go. She built a life with him, but fought till he agreed to be with her still.

Only now, the only thing that hurts her is how he could betray her. Maybe pass some std to her. The thought of him having a baby with someone else that wasn't her. It doesn't hurt her, not as it should.

It's that alone that helps her realize she no longer loves him in the way she did before.

"I don't want you to touch anymore Christopher."

She turns to face the man.

His hand pulling away from her like she burned him. His eyes wide at the statement alone.

Her hands curl around the computer and pulling it to her side before she stops and grabs the sleeping child, picking him up with one free hand. His pleads being ignored as she heads into the bedroom they shared.

She places the child in the bed, her computer setting at the edge of the bed. She goes to the bedroom door shutting it and locking it.

This was the eye opener.