Y/n is pregnant and is afraid to tell Sebastian.
Words count: 500 (sorry it's short I ran out of ideas)
"What's up?" Sebastian asks you. "Uhhh great" you say hesitantly. "Ya good?" He sits next to you on the sofa. "I need to talk to you" you say.
He shifts in his seat. "Sure. What's it about?" He asks. You take a deep breath. "I'm pregnant" you say. His eyes widen.
"Really?" He asks. "No" you say quickly. He looks at you a bit confused. "Than why did you...?" He says.
"I wanted to see how would you react if I were actually pregnant" you say. He shrugs. "Okay?" He says. "Okay.... But, if I were pregnant. What would you- uh do?" You ask him.
Why am I sooo fucking stupid.
"Happy I guess" he says. "Good because I am" you smile. "Pregnant" you add. "I am pregnant" you finish.
He jumps out of joy, but then sits down. "You're not messing with me, right?" He asks suspiciously. You laugh. "I am pregnant Sebastian" you smile.
He jumps again. He takes your hands and spins you. "The baby" you yell. "Oh shoot" he says. He puts you down. "Sorry little guy" he looks at your belly.
"What if he's a girl?" You ask him. "Nah. He's definitely a boy" he bends to the height of your stomach. "I am the mother. I think she's a girl"
He kisses your belly. "It doesn't matter what gender you are. A boy, a girl, non-binary. I will love you either way" he says.
"Sebastian stop that. You're making me cry" you say. He stands up and looks at you. "We'll than if it's making you cry that our baby can be any gender it's wrong an-" you slap him softly.
"Stop you know that I didn't mean it that way" you laugh. "I know. I know. I'm sorry" he kisses you. "How many weeks you are?" He asks you.
"I think maybe 5 weeks i don't know" you say. He laughs. You kiss him. "Hey, can we just go to sleep and sleep more?" You ask him tiredly.
"Sure but why are you tired?" He asks you, since you did nothing today. "I maybe locked myself in the bathroom and rehearsed this conversation.... Multiple times" you say embarrassedly
He tries to hold his laugh, cause he sees that you are dead serious. "Okay... why multiple times?" He asks you.
"Different answers" you say shortly.
He can't help but laugh now. "That not-" you get cut out by a yawn. "Fun-" another yawn.
"Let's go to sleep" he says. "I agree with that" he helps you walk (for literally no reason) upstairs and puts you two on the bed.
You hug him tightly but then stop because you're too tired for that. "I love you" he kisses your temple. "Yeah I love me too" you say and drift to sleep.
He laughs quietly. "Thank you" he whispers.