Imagine: Finding Out You’re Pregnant, So You Try To Leave Beacon Hills.
Peter Hale x Reader
“No, no, no. This can’t be happening,” you muttered to yourself, pacing back and forth in the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to get back with a prescription of prenatal vitamins. Your hands shook as you tried to calm yourself down, running your fingers weakly through your hair. You sat on the examination bed, rocking back and forth with your balled fist to your temples, forcing your breathing to calm down.
“I can do this. I can do this,” you said, taking a deep breath. You head snapped up as the door opened, revealing the nice female doctor, a paper bag in her hands, along with a note.
“So, I want you to take one of these a day, okay? Make sure you eat a good diet, no alcohol, etc.” the doctor said with a smile, handing you the paper bag, along with the prescription for a few refills. You thanked her quietly, before leaving the room. After walking down many confusing halls, and exiting the building, you walked to your SUV. Getting in the driver’s seat, you felt tears stream down your face, dripping off your chin. You balled your fist, pounding the steering wheel a few times, before letting out a loud sob.
“What am I going to do?” You thought, staring out the window at the concrete side of the doctors office. “How do I even know if it’s Peter’s? Would he even want me after this?”
Another loud sob left you, your hands raising to cover you face. Forcing yourself to calm down once again, you wiped your tears, before turning on the car. You shook out your hands, before beginning to drive back to your house.