Cardigan

you'd come back to me

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TW: pregnancy (and related subjects)

I'm sorry that I didn't put TW on some of the other chapters. From now on, it will include it.

⚠️ LONG CHAPTER (rlly long) ⚠️
⚠️Toxic.. but soft Draco ⚠️
sorry for the delay
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Emersyn Osborne
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Things you can do in three minutes or less:

Make toast.

Peel an orange.

Get dressed.

Get undressed.

Tie my shoes.

Brush my teeth.

Find Waldo.

Stare at the pregnancy test waiting for results.

I let out a frustrating sigh and focused my attention back on the box to re-read the instructions:

A 'Pregnant' result may appear in 1 minute when testing from your missed period (which is the day after your expected period). Wait for 3 minutes to confirm a 'Not Pregnant' result or when testing before you have missed your period.

I didn't miss my period. These directions suck ass. Fuck muggle test. Fuck this. Fuck Draco for making me do this.

Well.. actually, I did fuck Draco. That's why we are here.. yikes.

Ugh. I roll my eyes and talk out loud, "You never answered me- Is this why you have been so fucking weird this morning?"

Silence. I turn my head around to see him just sitting on the floor with his head in his knees as if he's praying or something.

Fucking dramatic ass, Malfoy. Obviously I don't want to be pregnant either but him acting like it's the end of the world isn't making me feel any better.

He was gone less than fifteen minutes to Apparate to the local market and buy not one.. not two, not three but four pregnancy test.

After a small argument about how rude it is to ask a woman if she's pregnant when the only symptom she is experiencing is nausea.

Then getting yelled at like a child (no pun intended) about how irresponsible our situation is.

Anyone remember that I'm on birth control? Not one- hundred percent effective, okay. I understand.

But don't act like this was a one person fucking show here.

It takes two to tango. And we definitely have been dancing.

And then another argument about whose wand we should use to do the spell. Since Draco thinks he's Merlin reincarnated and I'm too stubborn to admit that I also think I'm Merlin reincarnated.

Then lastly Draco not believing that even if we used a spell, it could be wrong. So, we needed another form of testing. Before we even did the spell. God, he was off his fucking rocker today.

I jumped when the little, ugly, stupid egg timer went off. Three minutes had gone by. Fuck. Three whole minutes?

I hesitated for a second, hovering my hand over the plastic muggle test. I knew that I wasn't pregnant. I mean... you would know? Right?