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The second chance - Nash Grier imagine

I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life. I’ve never felt the things I was feeling at the moment. I’ve never thought that this day would come so early. The day I had to tell Nash that I was pregnant. 

My mouth was dry and my hands were covered in sweat. I fumbled with the hem of my shorts nervously and starred at the door. Nash had to come home like any second. Then I heard someone unlocking the door and Nash entered the house. I breathed rapidly. I didn’t know how Nash would react. I mean, we were both quite young and he was pretty busy with Magcon. I wanted to keep the baby. It was MY baby. But I wasn’t sure if Nash felt the same way. "Hey, babe. I’m here!“, Nash shouted through the house, but I didn’t respond. I didn’t get up from the couch. I waited for Nash to enter the living room. I was so scared of his reaction that I eventually had to cry. Then Nash walked in. When he saw me, sitting there on the couch crying, he went straight up to me and sat down next to me.   ”(Y/N)! What happened? What’s wrong?“ His voice was full of worry. He put an arm around me, pulled me closer to his body and stroked my back to calm me down. I just cried in his chest, not able to say a word. After a few minutes the tears stopped. I sat up straight, wiped the tears away and took a deep breath. "What happened, babe?”, Nash asked again. "I have to tell you something.“, I whispered. My voice was thin. Nash got up from the couch and started walking around the room. He always did that when he was nervous. "What is it?”, he asked and swallowed hard. I got up, too and stood next to the couch holding onto the armrest, because I felt like I was about to faint. "What is it?“, he asked again, his voice slightly raised. "I’m pregnant." 

The room became silent. Neither of us said a word. I didn’t dare to speak. Nash starred at me with wide eyes. He was shocked. He didn’t say a word, but he was obviously not happy about my announcement. "You’re kidding, right?” His words broke my heart. I could literally feel something breaking inside of me. "SAY SOMETHING!“, he yelled at me and ran his fingers through his hair. "I’m pregnant.”, I repeated quietly. I felt the tears burning in my throat again and I was about to cry once more. He yelled at me. He never yelled at me. "This can’t be true.“ He sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. Gulping back my tears I sat next to him. I touched his shoulder softly, but his head shot up. "DON’T TOUCH ME!" "Nash! I…” He snapped my hand away and stood up again. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I’M FUCKING 16! SO ARE YOU! AND YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT YOU’RE PREGNANT?“ His words hurt so bad. I thought that he loved me. I thought that he would support me. That he would support us. But he obviously didn’t care. I didn’t answer. I kept silent. I was too busy fighting back the tears. "I’M LEAVING!” These were the last words he said before he stormed out.

Life goes on. Somehow. I hadn’t seen Nash since the fight and I didn’t know if I was happy or sad about that. But if I was honest with myself I missed him. I missed his kisses, his hugs, his smile, his laugh. Him. I missed him. I kept the baby. It was my baby. I was 8 months pregnant and you could easily tell by looking that I was. 

“Shit.”, I mumbled to myself. It was so hard to go grocery shopping with a baby bump, because I couldn’t reach the high shelves. "Can I help you?“ I turned around slowly. I recognized that voice. Nash was standing behind me with a regretful look in his eyes. "Uhm… sure.”, I stumbled and looked away. He reached out his hand and handed me the package. "Thank you.“, I muttered and was just about to turn around and go, but Nash grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to face him. "What do you want?”, I asked harshly. All the memories came back to my mind when I saw him. “I miss you.”, he said and I could hear the sadness in his voice. "Took you long enough to notice.“, I answered, avoiding his gaze. Nash sighed. "I know. I’m such a dickhead. I’m an idiot for leaving you. For yelling at you." "Exactly.”, I responded sternly, even though I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I missed him. I needed him. He hurt me, but I loved him. "I know that. And you can’t imagine how sorry I am. I left the love of my life alone. I regret it every day. I was just scared. I was scared of being a father.“ He took a deep and continued talking. "I don’t expect you to forgive me, I know that I fucked up. I just want you to know that I love you.” I looked at him. He looked at me. These were the words I’ve wanted to hear for so long. I could see that he really regretted what he had done and I was willing to forgive him. "Nash. I love you, too.“ 

"People do make mistakes and I think they should be punished. But they should be forgiven and given the opportunity for a second chance. We are human beings.”

David Millar This imagine was requested :) I hope you like it!