Could you do prompt #6 with Monty? Please
part two of this request (I really didn’t wanna make this a depressing imagine so as you can tell I went in a different direction!)
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
“Monty!” You yelled as you rushed into his house, panicked, your face flushed red as you slammed the door behind you. He looked up from his math homework, the sheets falling on the floor as he shot up and immediately cupped your face with his hands.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes were concerned as they searched yours, his eyebrows raised.
“I…I lost the baby!” You raised your hands to your temples as your broke away from his grip. “Monty, I had gone from your baseball practice and was just sitting in the cafeteria, and then I got distracted and then I went to talk to my math teacher and then I went to my car and drove here and then and then I just…I just realized I didn’t have the baby and oh my god Monty the baby is gone!”
“Y/N…” Monty began to speak, a smile spreading across his face.
“Shut up. I’m not done ranting. This baby oh my god stupid Timothy is worth 50% of our grade and if I lose the kid that’s an automatic fail for both of us and if I fail and if you fail then you can’t play baseball and then you can’t go to college and then I won’t go to college either and oh my god Timothy where are you?!” You sat on the kitchen chair, rubbing your temples as you stared at the ground.
“Oh, my god. How the fuck am I ever going to be a parent if I can’t even watch a single baby doll for a 24 hour period without losing it? Like, it’s not even like I accidentally forgot to feed it for a little bit or dropped it, I lost the whole entire fucking child.”
“Y/N!” Monty’s loud voice cut you off. You looked up to see Monty sitting there with Timothy in his arms, shaking his head and smiling as he gently rocked Timothy, feeding him a bottle. “You gave him to me after practice was done.”
“Jeez, Timothy is fine. Calm yourself, Y/N.”
You smiled sheepishly, turning red as you looked at your shirtless boyfriend, standing there smirking with the baby doll.
“You know, Monty…I made a promise to you during practice….And jeez. Guys with babies are… damn.” You smiled coyly as you walked up to Monty, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Upstairs. Now.” You whispered in his ear.
Monty dropped Timothy on the linoleum and sprinted around the corner, skidding on the ground as he turned the corner to the steps.
You just laughed as you picked up the babydoll and put him in the high chair.
“Y/N! Where are you?!”