symptoms || boyfriend

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Imagine: boyfriend
Age: college, 20s
Type: takes you to doctor, father of your baby
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This week had not been your best week. Your period was a week late, so that worried you. On top of that, you had been insanely tired and feeling kind of sick before work each morning. You were pretty sure it was the stress of working, but you weren't entirely sure.

It was like you had all the symptoms of your period but no period itself.

"Y/N, maybe you should see the doctor," Charlie suggested. He was your boyfriend and he was almost as worried as you were.

"I don't know..."

"You know what it could be. The doctor will probably let us know whether you need a test," he said, avoiding saying the word "pregnancy" so that you didn't get stressed out.

"I guess. I'll go tomorrow," you gave in, picking up your phone and scheduling an appointment. He nodded approvingly and used his phone right after you finished to order a pizza.

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You met Charlie at home after work tomorrow for the doctor's office. You wanted him to go with you so that he could hear exactly what you heard.

"It won't be that bad, I'm sure," Charlie said, parking the car in the parking lot at the doctor's office and walking in with you.

"I hope not," you replied, biting your nails a little. A baby wasn't what you were worried about; you wanted one. It was just the journey to actually having the baby.

When the nurse called you back, she led you to a private room and you and Charlie walked in. She took your vitals before leaving you and Charlie alone. You groaned, dreading the checkup. You weren't scared of them, you just didn't like them.

When the doctor came, she started out by asking lots of questions. When you thought she was finished with the questions, it turned out she wasn't.

"Alright, Y/N. We have to ask some questions that are very private, so whoever's accompanying you will need to step outside for a few seconds," she said, looking at Charlie.

He understood and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before respectfully heading outside.

She asked you about your cycles and your sexual practices and health and asked you various questions about abuse at home and about relationship abuse. You were happy to be able to say that you had a boyfriend who was non-abusive and that you were not in an abusive relationship. It made you thankful for Charlie and you smiled. The doctor finished up, not seeming to have any doubts that you were telling the truth.

"Would you like him back in here?" She asked. You nodded, thankful that he was allowed back in. The doctor opened the door and Charlie came back in, sitting down in a chair and comically stating that he had missed you. You smiled and held his hand.

"So the problem that you've been describing is that you have all the symptoms of a period, but no period itself and that you've been feeling sick before of work each morning, but you aren't sure if it's stress or possibly a pregnancy?" You nodded, beginning to sweat. Thinking about possible pregnancy made you nervous.

"Yes, that's pretty much it," you confirmed. The doctor wanted to do an exam, so Charlie held your hand and massaged your scalp while she did it, and thankfully it was quick. It was over in about 3 or 4 minutes and she came to the conclusion that you were very healthy.

"There does not seem to be any problems. I would strongly recommend that you take a pregnancy test, and if it comes back positive at home, you can schedule an appointment for blood work and we'll test for the hormone in your blood." The doctor handed you a test but you laid down, feeling nauseous and nervous.

"I need a minute," you whimpered, afraid. Charlie took the test from the doctor and smiled at you before kissing you on the cheek and whispering gentle words into your ear. This calmed you down and he gave your wrist a quick squeeze before stepping away.

Your doctor made sure you were okay before leaving the room. You and Charlie left too, talking to the receptionist briefly before going home.

"Charlie, what if it comes back positive?" You worriedly said in the car as he drove you home.

"Well, then I'll be somebody else's daddy, too," he replied, grinning. You smiled a little bit, but you were still worried. "We'll go home and you'll take the test and regardless of how it comes back, we'll celebrate by doing something fun tonight, okay?" He said reassuringly, knowing that right now you needed the soft and sensitive version of him and not the sexually excited version of him.

You sniffled and nodded, wiping one tear away with your wrist.

Later that night, the test had come back positive and you and Charlie were out for dinner. You knew it was the second night in a row, but since you would start feeling bad about eating junk food soon, you had to get in your kicks now.

When you got back home, you watched a movie and cuddled. Charlie held you in his arms and gave you lots of kisses and then when the movie was almost done, he stopped just kissing you and each kiss was longer and sloppier.

He looked deep into your eyes and you looked at him too. His eyes were filled with lust and he was practically drooling. He flicked off the movie and tossed the remote to the side and then slowly came down again to kiss you as you looked up at him.

He only took one short break to throw off his shirt and to take yours off but then he started right back, leaving a trail of kisses down your face, down your neck, down your chest, down your stomach, and finally he reached your waistband.

"I could do without these," he mumbled, stripping you of the rest of your clothes. You did the same for him and he smiled, immediately beginning to harden.

He got on top of you and you both wrestled in bed for a little while before he fell over, panting for air and out of breath.

"That was hot," he gasped, breathing heavily. You nodded and smiled and gave him another kiss and it wasn't long before you both fell asleep.
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Yayyyyy ariescaprisun and i have an imagine planned out for the birthday boy this Wednesday

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