He questions if the baby is his
Ashton:
"Ash, I'm pretty sure it's yours. Don't worry about it" I whisper, holding my stomach. "Pretty sure? That's reassuring" he shoots back at me. I'm taken aback at his comment. "Ashton, it's not my fault that I was with my ex before you. I thought I really liked him but I was wrong. I made stupid mistakes. And I may have to live with one of those mistakes for the rest of my life. But it doesn't mean that I won't take care of it. Plus we don't even know if it's his.." I trail off, worry overcoming me. What if it isn't Ashton's? What will that do to our relationship? Would he find a new girlfriend who's first child is his? This is crazy. Tears well up in my eyes and I don't bother holding them in. I want it to be Ashton's. I really do. But the more we talk about it and the more he questions who's the baby is, the more I worry. Ashton sees this and rushes up to me, taking my hand. "Y/N, don't worry. Even if it's not mine, I'll help you take care of it. That dick left you and he was dumb for doing it, but I'll be here for you. Okay?"
Calum:
"We were drunk, Calum. I don't even remember any of it." The words tumble out of my mouth, defending myself. I had just found out that I'm pregnant, but it's been there for almost a month. And, a month ago, when Calum had just left for tour, I went out to a club, got a little too drunk, and ended up waking up next to my friend, Jacob. I was throwing up like crazy, but at the time I thought it was just because I was hungover. That happened a few more times, and I continued emptying my stomach each morning. Now, four weeks later, we find out that I'm pregnant. "Y/N, it's not likely that it's mine. I mean, the condom could've broken. We don't know anything since you can't remember." The silence between us is heavy for minutes. Having nothing else to say, I get up to go take a hot shower to clear my head. "Wait-Y/N" Calum shouts and I stop in my tracks. I turn around and face him, waiting for what he has to say. "Y/N, you know I love you. I would never let anything happen to you, or this baby," he says, lightly placing a hand on my stomach, "whether or not it is mine."
Michael:
I pace the floor, nervous for the moment Michael steps through the door. Minutes later, I hear the car pull into the driveway and soon he's inside, standing in front of me. I greet him with a nervous "Hi" and walk away, the idea of telling him what happened frightening me. I run to the bedroom and shut the door, only for Michael to open it seconds after me. "Babe, you alright? You didn't look too good down there" he says, approaching me and placing a hand on my back. I shake my head quickly, willing the tears to stay where they are. I can't do this. But I have to. It's only fair to him. "Michael, I'm pregnant" I blurt out. He looks at me, shocked. "W-what do you mean?" he asks, still in a daze. "What do you think I mean, Michael? I'm pregnant. A-and I..I'm not sure if it's yours" I say, my breath hitching at the last statement. I try to control the tears but it's not working. A tear silently falls down my cheek, leaving its trail behind. Michael sees this and pulls me close to him. "Y/N, don't worry about it too much. We'll figure out who the father is, and then we'll go on from there. Just don't stress. It's alright, we make mistakes. And my biggest one would be if I didn't forgive you,"
Luke:
Luke and I have been dating for a while. Just before I met him, I was dating my ex boyfriend, and the relationship didn't end too well. While Luke was on tour, my ex somehow managed to find me drunk and he took me home that night. In moments like these, I truly regret ever going out and it makes me wonder if I ever will without Luke again. "One fucking day before I came home?" was all Luke had to say to me when I explained the whole situation as well as that I'm pregnant and there's a chance it's not his. "Luke, for the last time. I was drunk and somehow he got me in bed with him. Do you think I like having that douche's fucking baby inside of me? Do you think that I don't regret it? Because I do. A lot. And I feel like shit every time I remember what happened, and what is going to happen. I don't want that guy's baby, Luke. Trust me.." I trail off as the tears are now freely falling down my face. Luke's anger turns into concern and he steps towards me, taking my face in his hands. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled, and I'm sorry that all of this is happening. You of all people don't deserve this. I know it's not your fault, but I just wish that I could be here to protect you from pricks like that." He moves his hands from my face, down my arms until they hold both of mine. He squeezes them gently before pulling me into a hug. "I love you, Y/N. That won't change. We'll just have to work through this, that's all."
