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The Pregnancy Test

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Draco stared at the pregnancy test in his hands. It was positive and he should be ecstatic. But instead he was frozen in shock or fear - he wasn’t quite sure himself - and thinking about how Harry might react. They had never even talked about having children so Draco didn’t even know whether Harry wanted to have kids. And what if he thought they were too young to have children? Would he ask Draco to have an abortion? But no, Harry wouldn’t do that. He might say something about terrible timing but he would assure Draco they would manage like they always did, with the help of their families and a lot of luck. That thought soothed Draco’s anxieties but not much. Did Harry even know some powerful wizards could get pregnant? Draco was pretty sure cis Muggle men couldn’t get pregnant and Harry didn’t have a traditional Wizarding upbringing so he probably didn’t.

Draco’s heart jumped into his throat when he heard the front door fall shut. Speaking – or rather thinking – of the Devil. Harry was home.

“Draco?” he called out.

Draco was torn between telling him where he was and curling up in the darkest corner of the bathroom and hoping Harry wouldn’t find him so his mouth made the decision for him.

“I’m in the bathroom,” he shouted so loud it was probably audible in the whole house.

Just seconds later, Harry pulled open the door to the bathroom.

“What ha-“ Harry’s voice faltered. Draco followed his gaze to the pregnancy test he was holding. “Why are you holding a pregnancy test? Whose is it?”

“It’s mine,” Draco whispered. He hoped Harry hadn’t heard it but Harry’s eyes widened, indicating he had.

“Yours?” Harry asked. Draco couldn’t pinpoint the tone in Harry’s voice. Was he angry? Overwhelmed? Confused?

“Yes, mine,” he confirmed a little louder this time. He knew Harry didn’t like lies so he told him the truth. “I haven’t been feeling well the past few days and when it didn’t get better after three days I already had a feeling it wasn’t a normal stomach bug so I went and talked to Mother. She told me she wasn’t an expert on male pregnancies but that it was possible I was pregnant. So I went to Flourish & Blotts to get a book on male pregnancies. After reading up on pregnancy symptoms I had a feeling that I was indeed pregnant so I went to the Apothecary today and bought a pregnancy test.”

“So?” Draco looked up and directly at Harry who was now standing right in front of him. He hadn’t noticed Harry had moved during his monologue. “What does it say?”

Harry definitely didn’t sound angry now but more hopeful and maybe even… awed?

“It’s positive. I’m pregnant.”

“That’s amazing,” Harry said. He was definitely awed now. “But how?”

Draco shrugged in an attempt to make it look like it was no big deal. Harry didn’t need to know only roughly one in a hundred powerful cis wizards could get pregnant. “Magic.”

“Magic? So, theoretically, every wizard could get pregnant?”

Well, apparently he needed to know after all. “No, it’s actually quite rare. The estimate is that about one in a hundred powerful wizards can get pregnant, regardless of sexual orientation so it’s just a tiny fraction of wizards who like wizards. I’d say it’s about a one in a million chance.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “And you’re one of them?”

“Yes.”

“Oh Merlin, that’s wonderful, we have to celebrate.”

So far their conversation had gone nothing like Draco had expected but he definitely wouldn’t complain. “So you’re not mad or anything?” he asked Harry just to be sure.

Harry smiled at him and pulled him into a soft gentle kiss. “Not at all,” he whispered against Draco’s lips. “I’m happy. Unbelievably happy. I know we haven’t ever talked about having children and this is not the perfect timing and I can totally understand and will one hundred percent support you if you want to get an abortion-“

“I will keep the child,” Draco interrupted Harry.

“Okay. I’m glad. I definitely support that decision as well.” Harry kissed him again. “And that gives me the ideal opportunity to finally get my famous Gryffindor courage together and do this.”

Harry got down on one knee and pulled a small box out of his robe pocket. Draco was completely speechless. Harry wanted to propose to him, here, in the middle of their bathroom. He even had a ring already which meant this wasn’t just a split-second decision to make sure their child wouldn’t be born a bastard. It meant Harry had thought about it before but just didn’t have the courage to propose until now.

“Draco,” Harry said and opened the small box to reveal a simple platinum band inlaid with a thin band of rose gold. “Will you marry me?”

Draco didn’t even have to think about it. He fell to his knees in front of Harry and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

“Yes. Of course I will. I love you so much, Harry.”

“I love you just as much, fiancé.”

As I prepare for motherhood I cannot believe how incredibly harsh our society is on new first time moms! There are so many incredibly insincere people, majority of them women, criticizing and shaming other moms because of their parenting choices. It’s unbelievable how this culture is so UNSUPPORTIVE of motherhood! People are so quick to say, “you’re doing this wrong”, and chastising moms based on certain choices they make. So what? Let that mom raise her children vegan, her children aren’t being held back by anything! Let that mom co-sleep with her child, those years slip by so fast that when you blink they will be off on their own! You can’t get those years back. Let that mom choose to educate her child at home, there is no rule that they can only learn in schools, & by a teacher (this is coming from an educator herself AKA me). Let that mom choose what benefits her and her child’s needs! No child is the same. Like a fingerprint, each child is unique and different.
Stop chastising moms for using cloth diapers, or deciding on regular diapers! Stop telling other moms that letting your child cry to sleep at night is bad, or that caving in to cuddle them back to sleep will “set them up for failure”! These opinions are JUST OPINIONS that these moms who work hard to keep everything together just do not need unless she asks specifically for advice.
This not only goes for parenting, the same goes for pregnancy and your birth plan. Choose what you want. Epidural no epidural. A hospital versus a birthing center or birthing at home. We all have one goal: to bring a healthy baby into the world! Some choices resonate well with others but you cannot shame a new mom for what she chooses! She makes her choices based on what is best for her and her lifestyle.

Do not assume that she has not done any research on what she chooses! If you are concerned about her choices, why does it affect you? Are you going to be raising her child?

We know it’s hard to refrain from giving out negative opinions but the carelessness of those negative opinions are like ripples in the ocean. It starts small, but eventually spreads to the shore. Be mindful of your words, what you think, what you say, and how you act. If you want to give advice or your opinion, I was taught by my boss from a job I had when I was 18 years old that stuck with me forever which is to…

ASK!

Ask the person, “would you like some helpful advice?” If the mom says “no thank you” then please RESPECT her answer. And be OK with her response. No one was born to be a parent expert right away, it’s all instinct and a learning experience.

So if a mom is excited to share something about her life with you in a photo or blog post, be happy and encouraging because she was proud to share it with you!

We need to be one sisterhood, one tribe, encouraging and assisting when asked for help. If you spread love and helpfulness it will truly change our world and the way we see things. 🙏🏻💫🌙☄️💖

Be kind, be gentle, and be loving, always.

xoxo

Kiwi (Part 3) - Harry Styles Imagine

Words: 2,039 

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol

Part 3 of ‘Kiwi’ -  Part 1 - Part 2


Her life was on track, complete track, she was proud of it, she was far from the mistakes of the past. She realised that she was closer to her son’s first birthday, then her past with Harry, Scott, drugs and alcohol, and she kept that mindset.

Having a child was hard, they tell you that, you ignore it, and then you live it, and realise it is hard. But she worked through it all, she did what she did best, and just lived. She loved Noah more everyday, she took off time from work, and lived as a single mother, no father in his life, she raised him, and proud. He was too young to know what a father is, she just gained the love more from him, without someone there.

Noah was six months, a perfect mix between the two, Harry and (Y/N). But he was six months when a Styles member contacted her, it was casual, she found, it was not a anger message, but a simple check up. Gemma Styles called her on a Tuesday morning, and it took her by surprise. Of course she answered it, Gemma and her were like sisters back then, Gemma helped her through it all when Harry just left, and now her best friend was calling her, after not talking for years.

It was simple, a hello, and a how are you, just checking up and all. They told each other of their lives, and their jobs, especially, but she never mentioned Noah to her at all.

“Harry told me that you left him a message, about a pregnancy, light me up on it.” She simply asked, it was not nagging her or pressuring her, it was a simple topic question, that they should empower on.

“Yeah, I’m glad he has not contacted me, Noah is amazing, he is six months now, and he is just beautiful, I’m so proud to have him, he is just amazing. I’ll send you a picture, if you want, but he has these amazing green eyes, and he has brown hair, he is just beautiful, I feel complete, you know what I mean?” She replied, starting to feed him, placing him on her chest, feeding him, with the phone between her shoulder and ear.

The conversation went on, what she loved the most was that Gemma did not talk about if the baby is ok, can Harry come in, is she good and all, she loved that about Gemma, she never pressured you to say anything. But what took her by surprise is a question, “I’m in New York in a few months, mind if I pop by?” (Y/N) knew how to respond, she knew how to tell her that she is always welcomed, and she knew that Gemma respected her decision.

When Noah turned 8 months, she came over, she looked different from the high school version of Gemma, she aged, she became a beautiful young woman, she noted that she looked very independent. When she walked in, it felt like old times, having a glass of wine, talking about each other’s stories, while she held the little guy, she called him her nephew, which broke her heart.

“Look at Auntie Gemma, look at me, baby, awww, come one, smile!” She would say, it broke (Y/N)’s heart seeing her falling so in love with her baby, but having the father’s sister in his life, but not the father himself. But she told herself, if Harry wanted to be part of her life, he would find a way to get there.

It was late at night when her little boy was sleeping that they got into serious discussions. She always felt like she could talk to Gemma without it being awkward or embarrassing, so they talked deeper things.

“Is there any male individuals in his life?” The question was broke up, Gemma was taking sips of wine, and she helped herself to a cup of water, one glass of wine a day is all she needed. (Y/N) felt fine with the question to be honest.

“There are some, not a father figure, I don’t think he needs one at this point, but my two gay friends, Luca and Alex are helping me raise him a bit. They are a couple and love him to bits, they would come through my door with new ideas of outfits and they love taking him out, so there are males, but I don’t clarify them as his father. But, he does have male people in his life.” She simply said. Both of them sat on her patio, watching the city below themselves, the car honks and little chatter, it made her feel happy, in a way, to have Gemma back in her life.

“He wrote a song about you.” She said out of the blue, (Y/N) turned her head towards Gemma, giving her a questioning look.

“He thought the message was fake, so he wrote a song about you and the message. It is called ‘Kiwi’.” She said, looking at her, they both gave each other a blank expression.

“Of course he thought it was fake, I went through such a hard time, that I resulted to drinking and drugs, and he was just there, and I use to lie and shit, so of course he does not believe it, I don’t blame him.” She said, taking a sip from her water, Gemma still looking at her, not knowing what to say. She took her phone out and googled the song, listening to it. Gemma studied her expression, it was not showing a sign of anger nor embarrassment, she started to laugh.

“The song did sum me up pretty good, ‘Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect’, oh my, so true, and the chorus is what I sent to him in the voicemail. I went home to a cactus, true, my fucked up ex-husband, he is great at this songwriting, I always knew.” (Y/N) said after listening to the song, laughing, Gemma started to laugh with her.

The night ended well, Gemma went back to her hotel and the two of them said they would meet up again, one day, and she went on. She told Gemma everything that happened, and Gemma simply said, “I don’t blame you.”


Harry was in New York with Gemma, he was doing a promotion project with his new album that came out, while Gemma just wanted to tag along and visit some friends. But what he did not expect was a post on instagram of a child, when she was suppose to meet up with an old friend. He studied the picture then looked at the caption, “So glad to finally meet this little guy, he may look big and tough, but really is a sweetie. So proud of you @yourinstagram.”

He felt broken looking at that picture, it was true, he really has a baby in the world and he doubted it the whole time, and his sister was the first to meet him. He has a baby boy, has his eyes, but her hair, nose and lips, but the eyes were the exact to his, and he felt in love, and he has not even met him. He needs to see him, he wrote a song, thinking it was all a lie, but really it was not, so he did what he thought was right, he called his sister.

Gemma answered straight away, she was driving he took note, but he needed to talk to her about his son, and he needed to find a way to meet him. She started a conversation about a wine she had at her friend’s place, noting that she was to saying her name, and he had to stop her.

“Gemma I know you were at (Y/N)’s, I saw it on instagram.” He started. She started to ramble about how she knew how he felt about her, and the baby, but she had to find out.

“What is he like, what is his name? How is she, (Y/N), is she fine, is she ok with handling it all. Shit, Gem, I feel so bad that I never believed it. Fuck, Gemma, I have a kid, and I need to see him and—” Gemma stopped him, having enough of his self pity.

“He is beautiful, his name is Noah, Noah Alfie (Y/L/N) and he is an angel, he is so like you. He loves (Y/N) like no tomorrow, he would not let her go. But she is fine, she is on track with her life, she drank tonight, but she had half a glass of wine and called it a night for that, she just hit a rough patch and you were there to make her feel better. She went to rehab, and she is fine. I told her about your song, ‘Kiwi’, about her, she laughed, god, Harry, I miss her laugh.”

“I know me too, I need to see her again, she seems fine, she seems like herself once again.” He said, Gemma replied with a ‘yes, better than herself’ and just chatted since they have not seen each other all day.

It was two days later when he saw her again, she was at a café sitting by herself, with a baby on her lap, she smiled and giggled with him, and he fell in love all over again. He looked from afar not knowing what to do in that situation. She was clean cut, she wore a white blouse, and jeans, her hair was braided and she was smiling down at her little baby, their little baby. He wanted to see her, to hear her, and he wanted to hold him and to tell him that his daddy will protect him no matter what, because he was perfect already, he has not met his son yet and he knew already that he was perfect. So he watched, watched their actions, never once she went up to flirt, nor look at her phone, she placed all her attention on him, reading to him, playing and caring for him, while having a scone and a tea. She use to love having tea and scones in the morning, the mixture together, he remember. He remember she use to dunk them together and eat them, he remembers how much he loved her, so his feet took over and he slid in front of her, holding his cuppa.

“Hey!” She said smiling to him, it was not cold or anger, it was welcoming, it was like she forgot the past they had, he just waved.

“Did not know you were back?” She said, starting the conversation, he sat there for at least half a minute, and she only looked up twice, still placing her attention on her baby, who was now playing with her spoon.

“Yeah, I produced album and it’s out, so just doing promo. Look, (Y/N)—” He started, but he got interrupted.

“Do you want hold him?” She said, finally looking up for a long period of time towards him, he nodded, she went up and sat next to him, placing him in his arms.

“It was wrong for me to cut him out of your life, Harry, I’m really sorry. His name is Noah.” She said, still taking her distance at the seat, he looked over at her, she was smiling, she looked beautiful, he looked beautiful. He looked down at his baby, who was still hanging onto the spoon, he fell in love, with both of them.

“It’s fine, you were mad, I was mad, and we acted on it. I’m sorry too, (Y/N) for everything. I still love you, you know it, I’ll forever love you, because you just do this thing called existence that makes me go crazy for you.” He said looking at her, she smiled, pushing back a piece of hair, and giggled.

“I love you, too. How about we start from a fresh beginning, Hi, I’m (Y/N).” She started, placed her in front of him to shake, he smiled, placing his in front of him, shaking hers.

“I’m Harry.”


Finished the series, woohoo! Please request ideas, I love to hear them. But, thank you for all the great comments and likes, it really made my day and helped me continue this series. 

Requests OPEN

Lots of love,

-Ava xx

northernhemispheredeities  asked:

Dude, I don't know why, but I just saw your reply to my 'Alistair 4 dad' message, and thought of wee Duncan makes me so happy! Also, I can't decide who would baby the poor guy/girl (I don't think Alistair would let gender get in the way of naming all his children Duncan), Bree or Alistair... or possibly the very blond older Duncans/siblings.

All I want in this world is for Alistair to grow fat and old and happy with the loving partner of his choice.  

… And then I reserve a special place in my heart for the ‘if Alistair had ALL the babies he’d name ALL the babies Duncan’ AU.  Duncan, Duncanna, Duncanessa, Duncan IV, Wee Duncan, Baby Wee Duncan, Duncould, Duncant, I mean the list could go on and on.  

If Alistair had babies, he would totally baby his babies more than Bree.  She can be a taskmaster when she puts her mind to it.

I feel like its the right time to bring this back.

MissMatched.com, Ch.6 (6/9)

In a world where every dating site swears by their algorithms and databases to find the most accurate match with a high percentage of compatibility, a new site is giving them all a run for their money.

Missmatched.com promises no data or algorithm, just a few people that *know* how to find your best match based on their instincts and their vibes.

Emma Swan is hired to investigate if there’s a fraud involved with the site’s claim of not using any type of statistics. That path leads her right into the hands of Missmatched.com founder, Killian Jones, who promises her that he’ll prove he’s worth his salt by finding Emma her perfect match without any data or algorithms involved.

A new story by me, dedicated from the bottom of my heart to the wonderful @businesscasualprincess All the thanks in the world to my beta @sambethe

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Ashley & Sean

There was something about the docks early in the morning that made Emma feel at ease. The sea over the horizon line, the soft lull of the wind and the salty smell made her shoulders relax as she felt the breeze on her hair. That was until she remembered whom she was meeting and her traitorous heart fluttered in her chest.

She hadn’t been keen on agreeing to meet Killian here, but as he smugly pointed out, she was determined to interview this specific couple and neither of them could afford to skip work, so an early interview by the docks was all they could give her.

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International wave of light for pregnancy and infant loss awareness day. We light our candle in honour of Benjy and Bean, who we both said goodbye to on this fateful day. We’re lighting the candle that we were given by the hospital in Benjy’s memory box.

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Watch over me all through the night
And keep me safe till morning’s light
Amen

mocksammy  asked:

Situations: 13 Sentences: 1 with Steve Rogers please? Thank you beautiful!

13. expecting a child
1. “I’m with you for a reason, stupid.”


Originally posted by your-kylie-me

“Steve.”

“Hmm?”

“Can you stop pacing like that? You’re making me nervous.”

Your boyfriend stopped in his tracks, immediately coming to sit next to you at the end of the bed. 

“Sorry, doll. Guess I’m a little anxious.” 

“Me too.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment, and Steve reached over to take your hand, rubbing small circles into your skin. It calmed you–for a few seconds, at least. And then you remembered the little stick sitting on the bathroom counter, just a few feet away, and instantly you were on edge again. Steve seemed to sense the tension rise in you again and he let go of your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist instead. He pressed his lips to your temple, then sighed as your tucked your head into the crook of his neck. 

“Do you regret it?” His voice was so quiet, you almost missed it. You pulled away from his, catching his eye. 

“Regret what?” 

“I mean, if you’re–and we’re gonna be–this is–”  He dropped his arm from around you, bringing his hands up to run them over his face. “This obviously wasn’t planned, I think that’s what I’m trying to say here.” 

“All I know is that I love you, and I will never regret that. I know we can deal with everything else,” you told him, grabbing his hands and gentle prying them away from his face. 

“You mean that?” He asked. 

“Of course I do. I’m with you for a reason, stupid,” you replied, smiling and bumping his shoulder with yours. He grinned back at you, then took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly through his mouth. 

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you said, getting ready to stand up. Steve held you back, jumping to his feet instead. 

“Let me?” You nodded, silent as you watched him make his way towards the bathroom. He flipped the light on, grabbing the pregnancy test from the counter and staring down at it. The seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity before he finally turned around, unshed tears glistening in his eyes and euphoric smile spreading slowly across his face. “We’re having a baby,” he whispered, spinning the stick around to show you. Even from across the room, you could make out two straight two lines in the little window, indicating positive results. In seconds, you were off the bed and on the other side of the room, practically jumping into his arms. The two of you connected in flurry of passion, hands sliding into hair and lips meeting lips. 

“I love you,” Steve mumbled against your mouth, leaning away from you enough to press a hand against your stomach. “Both of you.”


Em’s Birthday Drabbles!

The Killers’ 11 most under-appreciated songs

1. On Top (2004)
‘Hot Fuss’ was packed with huge hits as ‘Mr. Brightside’, ‘Smile Like You Mean It’ and ‘All These Things That I’ve Done’, so it’s perhaps unsurprising that a few brilliant album tracks fly under the radar. But when was the last time you heard a squelchy keyboard line and thought, “Goddamn, that is the coolest thing I’ve ever heard?” It was when you heard on top, released more than decade ago.

2. Sam’s Town (2006)
The opening and title track to the band’s second album sets the tone for a rousing record, and proves that ‘Hot Fuss’ was no fluke. It’s quintessential Killers, with witty verses, synths galore and Brandon Flowers’ cracked croon, all of which gives way to a truly epic chorus.

3. The Ballad Of Michael Valentine (2003)
This track just shows the depth of ability The Killers had when writing ‘Hot Fuss’. ‘The Ballad of Michael Valentine’ comes from the band’s 2007 release ‘Sawdust’, a compilation of B-sides, rarities and covers. It’s like: this is what they left off the albums!?

4. The World We Live In (2008)
The release of ‘Day & Age’ brought a mixed response from fans, many of whom felt the band had broken from their roots to take a lighter, less guitar-based approach. But ‘The World We Live In’ best captures their new ideas, whilst retaining more of the style that made them who they are, combining a soaring chorus and their Vegas razzle-dazzle with the new unashamedly pop sound.

5. ¡Happy Birthday Guadalupe! (2006)
A Christmas single from The Killers has become as traditional as Brussels sprouts and family fighting. With the help of Mariachi El Bronx, Brandon Flowers and Co. created a brilliant love story about a one-night stand on Christmas eve. Like, that’s gonna be an awkward walk of shame home through the snow, isn’t it?

6. This River Is Wild (2006)
This underrated song ensured that the epic feel of ‘Sam’s Town’ lasted to the very end of the album. The breathless verses from Flowers build to an epic chorus, encapsulating everything that’s great about the band. Boasting squealing synths, wiry guitar and brilliantly melodramatic lyrics, it’s not exactly a subtle listen, but who comes to The Killers for subtlety?

7. Midnight Show (2004)
Like ‘On Top’, this one flew under the ‘Hot Fuss’ radar. Dave Keunig’s jangly guitar is the stuff that classic indie-pop is made of, while the last third of the track spirals into a demented kaleidoscope of noise, before it sputters out into a haunting carnival-esque outro; it’s like listening to a fairground die very, very slowly.

8. Bling (Confessions Of A King) (2006)
As soon as Brandon belts out the chorus a cappella at the start, you know this ‘Sam’s Town’ cut is going to be a banger. Ronnie Vannucci Jr.’s marching drumbeat gives the chorus that extra boost when it finally hits. Boy howdy, do though, The Killers make you wait for this one. But as a wise person once said: good things come to those who wait for Brandon Flower to hit his stride.

9. All The Pretty Faces (2006)
Another from ‘Sawdust’, that collection of B-sides and rarities, ‘All The Pretty Faces’ showcases a heavier side to The Killers. The guitar hook wouldn’t be out of place in a lot of hard-rock and metal songs, and apart from an appearance on Guitar Hero 5, the song hasn’t had the attention it deserves. It’s also lyrically dark, with Flowers sneering, “I don’t feel like touchin’ her no more… I would do anything just to your man.” What an absolute bad bastard he is here.

10. Joseph, Better You Than Me (2008)
More of The Killers’ Christmas classics here. This time they enlist the help of Elton John and Neil Tennant from Pet Shop Boys to create a nativity-themed hit. With a wide range of vocals, they joke about how Joseph is struggling to deal with fame in the light of Mary’s pregnancy. Put it this way: the red tops ain’t buying that ‘immaculate conception’ story.

11. I Can’t Stay (2008)
Another track on the exploratory ‘Day & Age’, ‘I Can’t Stay’ is a song that wouldn’t be out of place on a tropical island, with its steel drums and jaunty rhythms, though the lyrics are as emotive as ever from Brandon. Just because you’ve got a piña colada in your hand, it doesn’t mean you don’t have a heavy heart, yeah?

By NME Magazine

Announcement: Tom Holland x Black Reader

In light of Queen Bey’s pregnancy Reader freaks out and Tom looks at her like she lost her mind.


You were staying in London with Tom and his family. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, Tom begged you to put your phone done, “Fine.” You closed the screen and turned it face down. You were sitting in between Tom and Harry. 

“So Y/N, when does production start for Y/M/N?” Mr. Holland asked. “In a month.”

After 20 minutes of conversation, your phone started ringing off the hook. “Sorry.” You picked your phone up and opened it. “AHHHHHHHHHH!” You screamed and jumped up. Everyone jumped and looked at you in concern, “Is everything okay?” Mrs. Holland asked. 

You started pacing back and forth, “Oh my God.” Tom got up and grabbed your shoulder, “Love what’s wrong?”

You tried to speak but you couldn’t. After 5 minutes of everyone trying to calm you down, you spoke. “Beyonce is having TWINS!” You yelled. Everyone groaned, “Really Y/N? Really?” Sam asked looking mad. “That’s not important.” Harry said shrugging. “Oh no.” Tom whispered knowing that you were about to go on a rant. 

“Really? You out of your mind? This is the best news since, since I don’t when.”

“God is real.” You said smiling. “That’s it. Now we gotta have kids, Tom.” You said causing his parents to choke on their food. “W-what?”

“Beyonce is having twins now we gotta have twins, come on lets go.”

“What the hell?” Tom asked looking freaked out. “Obviously it’s in your DNA.” You said motioning between Sam and Harry who were dying of laughter. 

“You are ridiculous Y/N.” Tom sighed. “I can’t breathe.” You felt yourself hyperventilating. “I love her. Like why did this bitch just make 2017 better?” You started crying. “I hate her. SHe is so sickening. She’s probably gonna name those kids Green and Poison Ivy, watch.”

“She’s probably gonna copyright the names because she’s THAT bitch.” You said. “I know it was suspicious when her ass just disappeared  and BAM first day of Black History Month. That bitch is cunt.” You nodded taking a sip of your water while everyone stared at you. 

“I’m done. I swear I’m done.” You said looking around at the table. You were quiet for a few minutes until you pulled out the picture and showed Tom. “But look babe, she’s probably going to name them after flowers.”

“Y/N, please just eat and then you can talk about it later.”

“Fine.” You looked around, “Maybe Rose Ivy-”, “Y/N!” Everyone said collectively 

“Sorry.”