Summary: You find out that you are pregnant but are nervous to tell John B, not knowing how he will react to the news.
Warnings: Teenage pregnancy
A/N: sorry for the long wait 😣
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You awake feeling sluggish, nauseous, and somehow hungry all at the same time. Turning over, you set your eyes upon John B, his sleeping figure emanating warmth and peace. You sit up, stretching out your back before swinging your legs over the side of the bed to stand. Sliding on some slippers, you head for the kitchen to make some tea, that is until your stomach turns, and you know the tea will have to wait. Quickly, you bolt to the bathroom, barely having time to pull back your messy hair, before emptying your stomach into the toilet.
It only lasts a minute or two, and you stumble to the sink no longer feeling sick. Quickly, you flush the toilet, wash your face, and brush your teeth, as jumbles of thoughts run through your head. As you exit the bathroom, John B. emerges from the bedroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stretching out his muscled arms.
"Mornin'" he yawns, giving you a quick peck on the cheek, "what do you want for breakfast?"
"Eggs," you say, without really thinking, "fried." He nods, walking towards the kitchen. He opens the fridge before turning back to you,
"Looks like we're out; you want me to make you something else?" You shake your head.
"I'll run out and grab some, we need OJ and bread anyway." He looks puzzled as he turns back to the fridge to prepare his own breakfast.
"Since when do you want OJ," he mumbles to himself.
Once out of the house, you allow your mind to wander. Was the a stomach bug going around, or maybe you had eaten too much pizza the night before? You couldn't explain it. Usually nausea hung around, but at that moment, you felt better than ever, physically at least.
At the store, you grabbed OJ, a loaf of bread, the eggs, and a tub of ice cream. On your way towards the checkout line, you passed by the feminine hygene products, checking for sales. After a quick glance, you were about to leave, when your eyes swept across a dull pink box. Without thinking twice, you grabbed the box, paid, and left the store.
Back at the chateaux, John B. was making breakfast; well, heating up leftover pizza, but he took the eggs and cracked a couple into a pan for you.
"Be right back" you called, stuffing the box under your shirt and heading for the bathroom. Closing the door, you open the box and follow the directions, waiting the agonizing 5 minutes while pacing the bathroom. Suddenly, a picture appears on the small stick, two dark lines. You feel your face lose all color and your stomach feels sicker than it did that morning. Shaking, you pick up the stick, staring at it. You were worried what this meant for you and your future, but more importantly, what John B. would think. You were scared.
Slowly, you exit the bathroom, walking stiffly into the kitchen and towards John B. He is leaning against the counter, clearly waiting for you to begin eating breakfast. As you near him, he looks up, smiling.
"Hi beautiful, ready to eat?" His expression changes when you look up at him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "What's wrong?" He crosses to you immediately, gently grabbing your arms, "tell me what happened love." Then, he notices what you're holding. "What-?" He faulters, absorbing what he's seeing. "Oh."
That breaks you, and your knees buckle. He catches you before you hit the ground, guiding your body the rest of the way to the floor. "Love, please don't cry, it's okay, it's okay."
"No, it's not," you sob into his bare chest, "everything will change, and I don't know what to do." You are stumbling over your words, but he listens patiently as you ramble. When you go silent, he kisses your forehead, resting his head on the top of yours.
"Beautiful girl," he starts "whatever happens, I am here, whatever you are going through, I will go through with you." You look up at him, sniffing. He smiles before lightly kissing your forehead again. "I would never leave you alone."
