What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Christmas Baby: Jarbyn- Fluff

The continuation of the 9th day of the first A Corbyn Christmas, in which Jack and Corbyn have sex without a condom. Also, the curls make a return! Oh, what simple times we used to live in

*M-Preg
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Summary: Jack couldn't believe he had been so stupid! How could he ever let Corbyn touch him without a condom on?!

Jack's POV
" Shit. Shit. Shit! SHIT!"

I wanted to bash my head into a fucking wall!

I wanted to go back in time, grab my past self by the nape of his fucking neck and bash his goddamn head into a wall!

How could I have been so stupid?!

Not only did I let Corbyn fuck me without a condom, but I had ridden him.

I sat in his lap and rode him!

" God! What have I done?! What have I done?!" I wailed gripping at my curls.

" What have I done?" I couldn't help falling into despair, slowly sinking to the ground once my back met the door. The test falling to the tiles with a resounding smack.

" What have I done?" I whimpered, hand slipping down my face, past my slowly filling eyes.

We had never talked about kids, had never even entertained the idea, but here I was, pregnant on the bathroom floor.

What would Corbyn think? What would he say? What would he do?

What if he didn't want kids? What if the very idea made him sick?

Would he throw this all away? Kick me to the fucking curb?

I tried to rub at my eyes, tried to wipe away the tears, but more only came, rolling down my cheeks in helpless drops.

I bit down on my trembling lip, pulling my knees to my chest.

I clung to my own legs, burying my face into them.

It had been nearly 2 and a half months since Christmas day. I had only taken the damn test because the morning sickness wouldn't stop. This was only supposed to rule out an option, I wasn't supposed to actually be pregnant.

Could I still get an abortion? Was it too late?

Did I want one?

I looked down at my stomach through watery eyes, pressing a shaking hand to it, before gripping at the hoodie I was wearing.

The hoodie that smelled like Corbyn. The hoodie that reminded me that this didn't only effect me. That this wasn't just my choice.

Because... because what if Corbyn did want one?

What if... what if he's heartbroken after I... after I...

I let out another sob. A quiet, choking noise. And then another. And another.

Until was I screaming out my tears and clawing at my own chest, slamming my feet on the ground.

I should've just remember! If I hadn't been such a goddamn slut for him then this wouldn't have happened!

If I had just calmed the fuck down and thought for even a single second then I wouldn't be here.

I wouldn't be crying alone on our bathroom floor because I had forgotten how human reproduction works, because I fucking forgot that if he cums inside you, you're going to get pregnant.

Of course you are! What the hell did I think would happen!? I was so stupid, stupid, stupid!

I'm so goddamn stupid.