An: Warning! Excessive swearing!
"Fuck" the word fell from lips as I held the plastic stick between my fingers, the positive sign showing "Fuck" I repeat. How could I be so stupid? I am a teenager I'm not ready to be a mom!
"Hey, Y/n! Your lame boyfriend is here!" My older brother knocked on the bathroom door.
"Kay" I choked out.
"Hey" Wyatt knocks again this time softer "You okay? Can I come in?" when I don't respond the door cracks open my brother taking up the doorway. His eyes widen when he sees the plastic stick in my hand "is it positive?" he asks through clench teeth after a moment of silence passed between us. Tears start to fall confirming it "I'm going to kill him"
"No, please don't" I take a breath "Just let me figure this out"
"You want me to tell him to leave" he offers
I nod my head "Just don't say anything" he nodded his head and left leaving me struggling to figure out what I was going to do.
Carl's P.O.V
'Goddamn, why he made me wait out in the cold? Could have invited me in and shit' I complain inside my head while shifting my weight from leg to leg. I hear feet shuffling behind the door, I rub my hands together breathing on them hoping to warm them up. Y/n's brother opened the door and I look up to see him glaring angrily down at me. 'Shit what I do?' shaking my head internally I attempt to walk in the door, he stops me by putting his hand on my chest. I look at him confused "She doesn't want to see you right now" he grunts.
"You lyin lemme in" I laugh trying to slide by him.
He stops me again "She doesn't want to see you" he grunts this time harsher. I open my mouth again to protest "She doesn't want to see you. I don't want to tell you again" He moves out of the entryway and closes the door before I can oppose.
Your P.O.V
My phone rang constantly for two weeks and Carl knocked on my door twice every day. Sometimes I would just listen on the other side of the door until he'd walk away, somedays my brother would turn him away. Walking the halls at school was like being in a war zone I was dodging Carl left, right and center. After a while it all stopped, he stopped calling me and he stopped knocking at my door. I had to stop going to school and was doing it online, so I didn't know what Carl was doing. One night I woke up in terrible pain my pyjama's were soaking wet "WYATT!" I scream, he slides past my door and the hurridly comes back.
"What's wrong?!" He panics scanning me up and down.
"What do you think!" I scream as another labour pain hits me.
"Oh shit!" He hurries to my side helping me get up. He helps me get into the car, grabbing random things and shoving them in a bag, while I am swearing up a storm. We arrive at the hospital and I'm screaming as they get me in a bed. The doctor comes along with a string of nurses and I am in the worse pain I have ever experienced. Hours past and I am holding my baby girl, Wyatt is passed out on the chair. My skin is shining in sweat, with my hair plastered on my forehead but I couldn't be happier. Mia is holding my finger as she gently sleeps, cradled in my arms.
"Y/n?" I look up from my child to see none other than Debbie. Shit!
"Hi, Debs" I smile sheepishly, inviting her in.
"Oh my" she smiles softly, making sure she didn't wake Mia "Is she yours?" I nod "Wait, is she Carl's?!" Mia makes a small noise telling Debbie she needed to lower her voice, in a hushed tone she repeats her question.
"Yes, but don't tell him" I plead
"He has to know"
"I know" I pause "I just need a week to get everything sorted"
"Okay," she breathes in "You have a week. I also want to see this little cutie again"
"Thanks, Deb" she nods her head with a smile and leaves.
~Week Later~
A week goes by and I wish I asked for more time, Wyatts holding Mia and I'm walking around picking things up and worrying to my wits ends. A hesitant knock sounds on the door, and I reluctantly go to answer it. I open the door and see the father of my child "Come in"
Carl's P.O.V
My phone rang, playing a ringtone I hadn't heard in a while. I let it ring out trying to figure out where that ringtone was from and who it was for. The phone rang again this time I look at the screen 'Baby Y/n ❤' it read. Y/n. I answer excitedly "Y/n!"
"Hi, Carl" she answers unsure of herself.
"Y/n? Baby?" I call making sure it was her.
"Yeah Carl"
"Oh baby I missed you so much" I emotional confess, the feelings I held on the inside her side of the line goes quiet so I continue " Where are you? can we meet up? I've missed you so much"
"I'm at my house..."
"I'm on my way" I cut her up and rush out the door.
"Carl I should tell you..."
"You can tell me when I get there. Love you!" I hang up running to her house. I start to slow down as I reach her street catching my breath. Nobody wants to greet the love of their life huffing and puffing. After my breathing is at a steady rate, I walk up to her front steps, pausing before lightly knocking on her front door. I wait a few seconds, but it feels like forever for her to answer the door. It cracks open and I catch my heart in my chest, as it opens wider until I see the girl I've missed for weeks standing in front of me. Her appearance is dishevelled, there are dark circles under her eyes and pieces of her hair escaping her knot on top of her head, along with a dark stain on her shirt. To me, she looks like a goddess. Beautiful. After an awkward silence, she breaks it "Come in" turning away and heading inside her house. Closing the door, I follow after her.
Y/n P.O.V
Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Shit! I panic internally, running through countless scenarios in my head. What if he runs? What if he yells and gets mad? What if he doesn't say anything? But the one that worries me the most what if he stays? I lead him to the living room, Wyatt turns his head and we have a silent discussion. He gets up still holding my baby, whos sleeping on his chest. Every time I see Mia, I smile, I love this child so much. Wyatt passes Mia to me and instantly I'm calm. She murmurs and wiggles before settling, Wyatt nods his head at me and walks pass carl, heading to the stairs.
"You can sit down" I back up into the couch "If you want?" I gently lower myself and get comfortable on the mismatch blue sofa. Carl picks a stuffy off the brown seat and places it gently on the ground, before sitting down.
I take a deep inhale "Carl..."
Is she mine?" Carl asks quietly, interrupting me, gazing at mia, resting on my chest.
"Shes ours"
"Why didn't you tell me?" I look down, I can't look at him looking at me like that. I can't face the tears teetering on the edge of his eyes. "Look at me" he demands. He doesn't say it harshly but it still makes me flinch.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he repeats softly "You know I would have taken care of you," he says even softer.
"I was scared"
"You were scared?!" he laughs, mocking me "I was scared!" I look at him, his face is red and there are silent tracks of tears running down his cheeks "A girl that I loved more than anything in this world because she was my world all of a sudden drops outta my life!" he paces back and forth. I start to sob, letting tears fall down my face "No! you don't get to cry!" his voice cracks, he's in my face and our tears mirror each other.
Mia squeals, shifting and squirming, both of us snap our heads looking at her. She settles again and I take the silence to speak "There's no excuse or thing that I can say that justifies what I did." I feel carl staring at me, but I continue to stare at the baby in my arms "I didn't want to lose you. I was scared to lose you." I correct myself "I didn't handle this right at all but its the only way I knew how to handle it. I had to stop myself every second from calling you because I knew I hurt you, but I missed you. I needed you. But I hurt you and I couldn't hurt you anymore"
"I would have picked up" Carl whispers. After seconds of silence.
"You would've ?" I turn to look at him, knew tear tracks paint my face. He nods his head turning to sit on the other side of mia. "But I hurt you?"
"Yeah, but I still loved you. I love you right now" he places his hand on Mia's head, gently stroking her patches of hair.
"I love you too"
"Do you want to fix this" He looks at me, meeting my eyes.
"Can we fix this?" I ask, my hopeful eyes bore into his.
He shrugs, deflating my heart "We can try"
I smile. He smiles. We smile. He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm an around me and I place my head on his shoulder. "What's her name?"
"Mia"
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