I repeatedly ran my fingers through my hair as I paced around the bathroom trying to figure out how I was going to tell Michael what had happened. I heard the front door open and slam shut and Michaels heavy footsteps up the stairs. My breathing picked up every time he called my name. I didn't answer. I didn't want to face him.
"Y/n sweetheart where are you?" His foot steps stopped right in front of the bathroom door.
"Y/n?" He asked quietly.
I stayed quiet until I heard the door knob jiggle.
"I know your in there" he said quietly. " Let me in. I know your not ok just let me in" he said.
I had to face him at one point. I slowly stood up and opened the bathroom door. He stepped into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around me.
"What happened sweetheart?" He asked burying his face in my hair. I stayed silent. I was too afraid of what his reaction would be. Everything was going to change.
"You can tell me" he urged gently.
"No Michael your going to hate me forever" I sobbed.
"I could never hate you cutie" he laid his head on mine.
"I'm pregnant" I whispered.
"Your what?" He asked in disbelief.
"I knew you would hate me" I yelled pushing him away from me.
"Hey come back here" he grabbed my waist and pressed me against him again.
"Your pregnant?" He asked again. I nodded.
"Your pregnant with my baby?" He asked. I nodded again.
"Oh my god" he yelled picking me up and spinning me around.
"I'm gonna be a father" he smiled. "And your gonna be a mother" he whispered pressing a kiss to my lips.
"So your happy?" I asked just to make sure.
"I'm so happy" he shook his head.
