Hi, can you please write a quinn hughes imagine about quinn and reader hooking up while drunk and reader finds out she is pregnant and doesn't know how to tell him and he turns pale and scared after she tells him while hugging him crying, but he supports her and they become a couple after the bond that grew between them, work hard together to get ready instead of being scared. They decide to finally tell his family, when his parents fly in for the wilds vs devils game in Minnesota, Jack and Luke become excited and Ellen does not take the news well at all and claims that reader set this up and that a child will ruin his life at his age, which causes reader to cry and run into the bedroom before letting it all out and Quinn being furious at his mother and goes to comfort reader, Jack and Luke tell her that she should be glad that Quinn is taking responsibility instead of running away and abandoning them
Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Reader
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The test sits on the bathroom counter like it is judging you.
You have been staring at it for almost ten minutes now, pacing back and forth across your small apartment bathroom with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Two pink lines. Very clear. Very real.
Your heart will not stop pounding.
“Okay,” you whisper to yourself, your voice shaky. “Okay.”
Because the only person who needs to know about this is Quinn.
And Quinn Hughes is not your boyfriend. He is your friend, mostly. Someone you have known for a while through mutual friends and hockey circles, someone you trust and laugh with and somehow ended up drunkenly tangled with after a long night out a few months ago. It was supposed to be a one-time mistake. Something you both laughed off the next morning with awkward smiles and a promise not to overthink it.
Except now there is a baby.
Your phone sits on the sink beside you. You pick it up, then put it down. Pick it up again. Your fingers shake as you type, hey can we talk? Then you delete it before you can send it.
Finally, you just call him.
He answers on the third ring.
“Hey,” Quinn says, his voice casual, a little confused. “Everything okay?”
There is a pause. “Yeah,” he says slowly. “Yeah, of course. What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain when you get here.”
Another pause, longer this time.
“Okay,” he says again, softer now. “I’m on my way.”
Quinn arrives twenty minutes later.
You hear his knock and your stomach drops all the way to your shoes.
When you open the door, he immediately notices your face.
“What happened?” he asks, stepping inside quickly.
You close the door behind him and wrap your arms tightly around yourself.
“I… need to tell you something.”
Quinn’s brows pull together, concern replacing the relaxed expression he had a moment ago.
You walk toward the kitchen counter and pick up the test. Your hands shake so badly you almost drop it.
Quinn watches you carefully.
His eyes focus on the two lines.
For a moment he does not react at all. Then the color drains from his face.
The room goes very quiet.
Your chest tightens immediately.
“I’m sorry,” you blurt, tears already forming. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I just, I didn’t know how to tell you and,”
Quinn’s voice cuts in, soft but firm.
He is still pale, still clearly shocked, but he steps forward carefully.
“I didn’t trap you,” you rush out. “I swear, Quinn, I’m not trying to ruin your life or anything, I just thought you deserved to know.”
Quinn rubs a hand over his face, clearly trying to process everything happening in his head.
“Okay,” he says slowly. “Okay.”
“I know this is bad timing.”
Quinn’s head lifts immediately.
“You’re twenty-five,” you whisper. “You have your whole career and,”
“You’re pregnant,” he says quietly. “That is the important part right now.”
“I was so scared to tell you.”
Quinn’s expression softens immediately.
“Hey,” he says again, his voice gentle now.
Before you can stop yourself, you step forward and hug him.
You are crying harder now, your face pressed against his chest.
Quinn freezes for half a second, clearly overwhelmed. Then his arms wrap around you, slow and careful.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, even though his voice is still shaky.
“I didn’t know what to do,” you cry. “I thought you’d hate me.”
He pulls back just enough to look at your face.
“I am terrified,” he admits honestly.
That almost makes you laugh through the tears.
“But I’m not running away.”
“No,” he says immediately. “This is… our situation now. We figure it out.”
Your voice trembles. “Together?”
The next few weeks are a whirlwind.
Doctor appointments. Late-night talks. Long walks where you both admit how scared you are.
But slowly, something changes.
The panic becomes planning. The uncertainty becomes teamwork.
One night you are sitting on Quinn’s couch, looking through baby name lists on your phone, when he glances at you.
“You know,” he says quietly, “we never talked about… us.”
“I mean,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, “we kind of skipped a few steps.”
“But I don’t want this to just be obligation.”
“I don’t want you to feel stuck.”
You look at him carefully.
Quinn shakes his head immediately.
“I actually… like spending time with you.”
There is a quiet moment between you.
Then he says softly, “Maybe we try this for real.”
A few weeks later Quinn sits across from you at the kitchen table, looking unusually tense.
“My parents are coming to Minnesota for the Wild vs. Devils game.”
He rubs the back of his neck again.
“I think we should tell them.”
The dinner after the game is tense before the news even drops.
Jack and Luke are already joking with Quinn across the table while Ellen and Jim sit nearby chatting. You squeeze Quinn’s hand under the table. He squeezes back.
Then he clears his throat.
“There’s something we need to tell you.”
Luke immediately lights up.
“That’s awesome!” Luke blurts.
“Holy,Quinn, you’re gonna be a dad.”
But Ellen’s expression changes immediately. Her face tightens.
She looks directly at you, cold.
“My son is in the middle of his career and suddenly you’re pregnant?”
“Mom,” Quinn says warningly.
“A baby will ruin his life at this age.”
Your eyes fill with tears instantly.
But the words stick in your throat.
Then you walk quickly down the hallway before the tears fully spill.
In the bedroom, you collapse onto the bed, crying into your hands.
You barely hear the door open.
Quinn sits beside you immediately.
“She thinks I trapped you.”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“Your mom thinks I ruined your life.”
He brushes your hair back gently.
“We made a mistake together,” he says firmly. “And now we’re building something together.”
“She looked at me like I was the worst person alive.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Back in the dining room, Jack and Luke are staring at Ellen.
Ellen looks at him sharply.
“Quinn’s stepping up,” Luke says. “A lot of guys wouldn’t.”
“He’s taking responsibility instead of running away.”
Ellen looks unsettled now.
Jack adds gently, “That counts for something.”
Back in the bedroom, Quinn presses a kiss to your hair.
“We’re going to figure this out,” he says softly.
And for the first time since the test appeared on the counter, the future does not feel like something to be afraid of.
