"Y/n!" Justin called from upstairs
I'm just gonna act like I can't hear this nigga...
"Y/n!" He called even louder
I still didn't move and continued to watch tv. "Baby" he whined
I groaned before getting up and heading upstairs "just because you're sick, doesn't mean you get to call me in here every thirty seconds" I rolled my eyes "what do you want?"
"Come cuddle with me" he stuck out his bottom lip
"Justin, I don't want to get sick"
"Please?"
"No"
"Pleease" he begged
"Justin..."
"I won't call you in here again"
"Yes you will"
"I know, but please?" He groaned falling back
"Ugh, fine" I walked over to the bed, crawling in next to Justin
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer "if you get sick, I'll take care of you"
"Yea, yea, yea" I closed my eyes
____later____
I moved around, noticing Justin wasn't in the bed. I sat up and looked around.
Where the hell is he now? I mentally face palmed myself
"Justin!" I called
No answer...
I got up and walked through the halls "Justin?"
That's when I hear gunshots and police sirens going off.
What is up with him and grand theft auto five?
As I entered Justin's game room, I'd seen him sitting back in his lounge chair.
"What are you doing in here?" I crossed my arms over my chest
Justin jumped, holding his hand to his chest " Y/n, no. Don't do that"
"Do what?"
"You scared me half to death"
"Well you should be in bed"
Justin smiled "I feel better, now. Come to think of it, you don't look too good yourself"
"I told you that you would get me sick" I mumbled and left the room
"I can always take care of you" Justin followed me
"No, cause you'll get sick again, then we'll have to keep rotating jobs"
I headed downstairs to the kitchen to get me a cup of apple juice. When I feel a little nauseous, leaning over the sink, I moved my hair out of my face.
"This could mean more than one thing" I mumbled to myself
"What'd you say?" Justin asked
"Noth-" I was cut off by the content being emptied from my stomach
Justin rubbed my back, as I threw up in the sink. "This is entirely your fault"
"Awe, it's gonna be okay, baby girl. I promise"
I rinsed out my mouth and drank my apple juice. Making my way upstairs, I went into the bathroom, grabbing the little box from underneath the sink. I read the instructions before doing was I was supposed to do.
Two lines means positive. One line means negative...
I waited five minutes, for my response. The device beeped two times before I pick it up and examined it.
Holy fuck...
I scurried out of the bathroom and down the stairs "Justin, I'm not sick...I'm pregnant"
"You're kidding" he looked back at me
"I'm not" a huge smile spread across Justin face as he got up and hugged me tight
"Finally, I've been trying so hard to get you pregnant" Justin mumbled
"Are you serious?"
"All those times you told me to put on a condom, I didn't. Actually I don't have anymore"
"Justin" I slapped his chest
"At least I get to be a father" he smiled pressing his lips to mine
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