“can you please do an all time low preference where you tell them you're pregnant?”
Alex Gaskarth:
You sat on the smooth white surface of your bathroom sink, your fingers tapping rapidly against the front edge of the counter, your legs swinging gently, and a pregnancy test laying on the other side of the sink. You tried to remain calm as you waited for those blue lines to do their thing. You heard the front door open and close, keys jingle as they were hooked to the wall, and footsteps approaching the kitchen.
“Baby?” Alex, your long-time boyfriend, called out. You reached over the sink and grabbed the pregnancy test. One line...two lines. Pregnant. Your breath halted as you stared at the positive test, then a smile swept across your face. You jumped down from the sink and opened the door. Alex stood in front of it about to knock.
“Hey, what’re you doing?” He asked. You just stared into his brown eyes, his pink hair swept messily across his forehead. Alex rose an eyebrow as you didn’t respond. You reached over and held up the test, showing Alex the results. His eyes left yours and traveled to the lines, then quickly back up to your eyes.
“Are you serious?” He let out a happy laugh as you nodded your head. Alex grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours in a hard, passionate kiss.
“I’m so fucking happy, oh my god,” Alex couldn’t stop smiling and kissing you until you were both shedding happy tears.
Jack Barakat:
6 o’ clock in the morning. Too fucking early. You slammed awake from your messy hotel bed, nausea taking over your body. You rushed to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.
“God, what was in that wine...I only had two glasses.” You thought to yourself as you held the rim of the toilet, afraid you weren’t finished. Your finance, Jack, was stirring in bed after a long night of partying in Hawaii. You watched him through the open door of the bathroom hoping he wouldn’t wake up so you didn’t have to move from your spot at the toilet.
“Oh no,’ you threw up again, this time it felt more relieving. You stood up and washed yourself up. You sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped your arms around your stomach, leaned against your thighs, and closed your eyes. After sitting like that for awhile, Jack woke up and saw you. His eyes half closed, his black hair messy and the red streak in it fading. He kicked your hip gently, and sat up.
“Why are you awake so early?”
“I had to throw up, that wine must have been stronger than I thought.” You replied. Jack wiped his eyes and laughed.
“Maybe you’re pregnant.” It was intended to be a joke, but you actually thought about it. You tried to remember when the last time you had your period was and you couldn’t.
“Jack...I’ll be right back.” You put on some long pajama pants and shoes, and raced the the drugstore. You walked in, eyes scanning for the family planning section. There. You rushed without rushing to the back corner of the store and grabbed one of the more expensive pregnancy tests. You weren’t taking any chances. You paid for it and rushed back to the hotel. Jack was still sitting on the bed, but this time his was in pants and wide awake.
“Did you really buy a pregnancy test?” He asked. You looked at him, then went to the bathroom.
“Baby, I mean...is it possible? I mean, I know it’s POSSIBLE, but...” Jack was at the door now and was a little on edge, he was nervous, he didn’t actually think you were pregnant until he saw your reaction. Now the thoughts were rushing through his mind too. You were in the bathroom for what seemed like forever to Jack, finally you opened the door, walked right past him, who was still standing there, and sat on the bed. You let yourself fall backward.
“So?” He paused before asking. Jack walked over to you and stood with one leg in between your legs that were bent along the edge of the mattress. You let out a sigh.
“Do you want to be a father?” You asked, still not giving an answer about the test.
“With you, fuck yeah.” You were shocked, you honestly thought he’d be worried about it, that he wouldn’t want to give up a life of traveling and drinking. You sat up, your face at his chest now. Jack looked down at you and grabbed your cheeks, kissing the top of your head.
“I think we could make it work, honestly, I’m excited to be a dad. Our kid would be fucking awesome.” He laughed. You smiled.
“Good. Because I’m pregnant.” You looked up at him, Jack’s face lit up. His smile stretched as far as it could and his eyes almost shut. He pushed you back and climbed next to you, kissing you before asking,
“Can we name the baby Alex?”
Zack Merrick:
You had been feeling sick all week, your stomach twisting and turning, throwing up multiple times. Your boyfriend, Zack, had planned a week long hike and camping trip with you for weeks prior to your illness so you didn’t want to cancel on him now. He showed up at your house in the early morning. His car all packed up with the essentials, tent, cookware, hiking gear, bear repellent, you name it. You slung your dufflebag over your shoulder and grabbed you backpack. You looked at your face in the mirror and you looked like death, but you sucked it in and headed out the door.
“I don’t know why we really have to leave this early, I mean, the campsite will still be there at 6pm.”
“Y/N! Getting there early is part of the fun. We can set up and have all day to explore or relax before we go hiking.” Zack responded. You sighed with a smile.
“If you say so, wake me up when we’re there.” You leaned the passenger seat back and closed your eyes. You tried to rest but your nausea kept getting in the way. Finally, after listening to Zack’s “Roadtrip Jams” playlist four times, you were at the campsite. Zack carried most of the things, refusing to take multiple trips due to excitement for camping. and you grabbed your bags and tossed them on the ground. Zack pitched the tent, gathered firewood “for authenticity” he said, and made the site into a cozy little nook just for the two of you. You felt sick to your stomach again, and tried not to throw up the whole day. Zack brought an acoustic bass and used it to play subtle background music for a serenade session. You sat across from him in your folding chair and watched him lovingly but the nausea came back.
“I’ll be right back babe.” You got up and grabbed your backpack, rushing to the woods. You barely made it behind a tree, and threw up.
“Fuck.” You whispered as you wiped your mouth with a tissue from your bag. You reached in for some extra toilet paper so you could go to the bathroom, and a small box fell out with it. You picked it up and wrapped around it was a piece of paper that read, “you’ve been sick AF lately, maybe you should use this. XO Jen”. You unwrapped the paper and underneath was a pregnancy test. Your best friend had slipped it into you bag for you. You were shocked, you didn’t even think about being pregnant. Zack was always protected and you were on birth control. Your lives were so filled with travel and outdoor adventures that you were specifically not trying to have a baby. The thought worried you. it would be the perfect explanation for your illness, but you didn’t know how to handle it, or how Zack would. Regardless, you peed on that stick anyway.
Zack was getting worried, he called out to you asking if you were okay. You came out of the brush and replied, “yeah, just a little sick is all”. He stood up and handed you a mug of water.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You nodded at him.
“Well, I have something to tell you and I don’t know how you’ll take it.” Zack got even more worried.
What is it?”
“Zack, I love you so much and I don’t know how this will affect things but I hope that it will be positive...I’m pregnant...” Zack didn’t know what to say at the moment. He stood dumbfounded. He didn’t let off any particular emotion, just a blank stare.
“Are you...okay?” You stepped closer to him, poking him in his muscular chest. Zack looked down at your stomach, then back to your face, then back to your stomach.
“Earth to Zachary.”
“I’m...you’re...” He couldn’t get his words out but a smile crept across his face. He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you into a strong hug.
“We’re going to be parents?”
“Yes, is that okay?”
“Okay? That’s amazing! I love you so much!” You could feel his excitement oozing off of him. He was so overjoyed and that made you know that everything would be amazing.
Rian Dawson:
Your husband, Rian, was holding your hand as you picked out which pregnancy test you wanted to use. You and him had been trying to get pregnant for quite awhile now and this was attempt some-teen of buying a test. Rian was in a good spot with the band and his music producing, you two had recently moved into your first house, and you adopted your favorite pet together. Your career was great, and your life was going well. You finally wanted to add on and have a child but it seemed to be more difficult that initially planned.
“You know what? I’m just going to get all of these.” You grabbed once of each test and threw it in the basket. You also grabbed an extra bottle of your favorite intensifying lube and gave Rian a smirk. He gripped your hand approvingly.
You checked out, the young cashier noticing your items and gave a smile. You looked over all of the boxes of tests again once you were in the car.
“Honestly, I don’t know what the difference is, if they all say ‘fastest results’ which one is telling the truth?” You questioned. Rian shrugged. Once you got home, you took your big sack of pregnancy tests into the bathroom where Rian tried to follow.
“I can do this part by myself, babe.” You laughed. Rian stood by the door waiting. After you had peed a little on each test, you laid them out on the counter and washed your hands. You opened the door for Rian and he looked at them all laid out.
“Now we wait.” You said, setting a timer on your phone. You sat on the toilet lid and Rian sat on the edge of the bathtub. The minutes passed and the timer went off. Rian squeezed your hand before you stood up and grabbed one of the tests. You closed your eyes, sighed, then looked at it. It was hard to tell if the second line was one the little screen. It was the cheapest test, and the “not pregnant” line was barely there too. You dropped it in the sink and shrugged, moving on to the next. You examined this one, it definitely said “pregnant”. You choked back a smiled, looking at every single one before you turned back to Rian. Every single one of those pregnancy tests said pregnant. You broke down in tears. Rian thought it was negative again and came to comfort you. But you started to laugh. He was confused and looked at the tests himself. Rian’s eyes filled with excitement. He wrapped his arms around you and repeatedly kissed your forehead, cheeks, and nose. His bright white teeth seemed to lighten the room.
“I love you so much, Y/N, I love you,” he repeated over and over, in between each kiss. “You’re going to be such a great mother”.
“And you a father.” You hugged him and cried into his shoulder.
Finally.
