Two Lines - Zach Dempsey x Reader
Request - “Can you do an imagine where Zach gets the reader pregnant and how they deal with that situation”
A/N: Hi guys! So I didn’t wanna bring too much politics into this but I felt it needed to be there for the characters to have a balanced conversation about this. (Abortion mention)
Just last month had been the day that had ultimately changed your life forever. You and Zach had been fooling around at your house since your parents were out. You hadn’t planned to do anything- but things had escalated and when it came to it neither of you really wanted to go to the store to get condoms, so you thought: fuck it. Fuck that, though. Because of that you’d been put into a very difficult situation. Here you were, looking down at the stick with two lines on it. The two lines which told you soon enough you would have a child inside you.
Your mind was all over the place- how could this be happening? Of course, you knew how, but it seemed too incomprehensible to actually be happening to you. There was also that pesky little problem of Zach, and not knowing how on earth he would react to the news. Your fingers trembled a little as you pressed his contact- a little photo of Zach with a pink plush fish, making an adorable fish face.
“Hey.” Your voice sounded like it was ringing out in a large empty room, echoing around you.
“Hey, what’s up?” Zach sounded happy that you’d called, no idea what would come next.
“Can you come over? We need to talk about something.” You knew those words sounded vague and daunting, but it was all you could think of. Zach’s mood changed.
“Uh… yeah… I’ll be over as soon as I can.” There was a fear in his voice, one that those words often ignited.
“Okay, thank you. I’ll see you soon.”
Zach knocked on your door. The nerves consumed you and you opened the door.
“Hey… you sounded… odd… on the phone…” Zach entered your house apprehensively. He was twiddling his thumbs.
“Hey.” You smiled, trying to disguise your own nerves. “Lets go to my room. You might wanna sit down.”
The boy followed you into your bedroom, he knew it well and had entered it many-a-time, but this time it felt entirely alien to him. He sat on the edge of the bed ready to burst. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Just get it over with. Break up with me. A clean break won’t be easy but it’ll be much easier than-”
“I’m not breaking up with you Zach! Christ. Although i don’t know how you’ll feel about that after the news.” You perched next to him.
“This is so much worse than I expected.” You laughed sardonically.
“Okay you have to tell me because I am freaking the fuck out.” Zach looked very stressed. You sighed.
“Okay. Okay. Urghhh! I’m - I’m - bloody hell i’m bloody pregnant Zach!” You shouted. Zach looked as though he’d been hit in the face with something really hard. Which, metaphorically, he had.
“Say something. Please.” You begged.
“I- I don’t know, this is such a shock. I don’t really know what I’m thinking right now, but I love you and we’ll figure out whatever it is together.” He rambled.
“You’re not leaving me then?” You sighed in relief. Zach chuckled slightly, seeming to come back to his senses, and shook his head.
“God no. We do probably need to discuss what we’re - you know - gonna do with it.” He awkwardly motioned toward your stomach. “And be 100% sure that you actually are pregnant. Like go to the doctor to check.” Zach seemed to be reciting all the facts he’d got off TV since really - he was pretty clueless.
“That’s a good idea, I’m not sure when I can go, I’ll have to google that.” You blushed. “Shit. How am I gonna look after a baby when I have to google how to do most things?”
“Hold on. It is mine right?” Sudden realisation struck him.
“Obviously. I can’t believe you’d even question that!” You were offended.
“I’m sorry, I just had to check.” He was apologetic.
“It’s okay, we’ll know if it’s Asian.” You joked.
“You wanna keep it?” Zach asked.
“I don’t know - I -”
“Obviously it’s entirely your choice. And I’ll support you completely if you decide to have an abortion, but i think I’d like to keep it.” Zach went slightly crimson, clearly uncomfortable about stepping on your toes, but knowing you wanted his opinion.
“You do?” You said, taken aback.
“Yeah… I mean it’s gonna be our kid. I know we’re young, but what if it’s fate, or something?” He was nervy, but sure of himself.
“I think I’d like to give it a bit more time to think over. And you have to help me tell my parents… I’m not too sure what they’ll think of you after knowing we didn’t use protection.” You giggled slightly.
“It’s okay. You’re my number one priority and although I don’t particularly want your parents to hate me, you matter more.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
You smiled at him and leaned in to peck him on the cheek.
“I can’t believe how cool you’ve been about this.” You grinned.
“I came into this thinking you were dumping me, this is a relief.”
“Yeah well we’ll see about that.”
Upon much debate, you and Zach decided to keep your child. It was a young girl who you’d named Hannah, after your close friend. Currently, you were sat in the hospital bed holding Hannah in your arms with Zach by your side.
“We did it, Zach.”