One Word One Shots

Secret

requested by @yellowtoafuneralxo

"You got everything?" Jasmine asked, squeezing his hand.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," he responded, smiling at her. "I'm gonna miss you so much."

He hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek. "Me too," she responded.

She cupped his face and softly kissed him. He leaned his forehead against hers, kissing her a few more times.

"I love you so much," she whispered, trying not to let herself cry.

"I love you too," he responded, squeezing her hands and taking his bag.

He was going to Europe to film for 8 months. 8 freaking months and they couldn't visit each other. They had no free days that lined up, which meant there was no way.

He pressed a few more kisses to her lips before saying goodbye and I love you once more. She watched him walk away with tears in her eyes.

The house was quiet when she got home and she sighed laying down on the bed.

I already miss you, she texted him. He responded almost immediately, Me too.

He had only been gone for a week when the nausea hit her. She was throwing up every morning and just felt like absolute crap. The idea of what it could be hit her almost immediately but she was too scared to confirm it.

After a few weeks, she finally decided that she couldn't take not knowing anymore and went down to the nearest drug store to get a test. Her hands were shaking the whole time and she went into the bathroom, sinking down onto the floor.

She finally worked up the nerve to take the three tests and set the timer on her phone, taking a deep breath.

As soon as the timer went off, she flipped the tests over and her heart dropped as soon as she saw the results.

Pregnant, Pregnant, Pregnant

She was pregnant, she was having a baby, they were having a baby. She laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth. She placed her other hand on her stomach, her smile growing.

How was she going to tell Anthony?

As soon as that thought entered her mind, the color drained from her face. He was across an ocean, how the hell was she supposed to tell him?

Did she call him or go to Europe or tell him when he got back? Depending on how far along she was, would she even still be pregnant by the time he got home.

She was overthinking too much, it could be a false positive. That thought calmed her a little bit and she picked herself up, throwing the tests in the trash. The next thing she did was schedule an appointment with her doctor to confirm or deny it.

As soon as she was done, she flopped back down on their bed and took deep breaths. Her hands couldn't leave her stomach, almost as if she was waiting for a baby bump to grow.

At her appointment it was confirmed. She was a month and a half pregnant, baby due in mid June. As soon as she got home, she started to go over her options again.

She really didn't want to tell him they were having a baby over a phone, she wanted to be with him to find out. She wanted so badly to go to Europe to be with him but there was no way she could, she didn't have any time in her schedule whatsoever.

That only left one option, to wait until he got home. The only thing was that the baby was due in mid June and he got home at the end of June. Their baby would be a few weeks old by the time he got home.