i stare at the bathroom door knowing that they know what the result is.
am i pregnant or not? just hurry up.
i see a gap between the door and the door frame appear, getting bigger by the second. they both walk out with a facial expression not giving anything away.
"tell me." i say
"y/n." dr wells says, "you're pregnant."
i cover my mouth with my hands and look over at phil who looks like he wants to cry.
"is the baby okay?" i ask
"we'll run through some tests in half an hour, i'll leave you two." dr wells says opening the door
phil walks over to me and stands at the side of the bed holding my hand.
"are we going to do this?" he asks me
"yes." i reply
a smile plants on his face and his arms get thrown around me.
"i can't believe we are going to have a kid together." he says into my neck still in the hug
"i can't believe you got me pregnant at 19." i say
"worth it though right, that night was amazing." phil says
"it really was." i reply as he stands back up
"footballer, what are you doing here?" i hear peter say
"how did you get here so quick?" i ask
"you knew he was coming?" phil asks me
"yes, no, yes, i don't know." i say
"why do you two look like you've been crying?" peter asks
i look at phil.
"peter, i'm pregnant." i say
"i'm gonna be a dad?!" he says rushing over
"what?" phil says
"no peter, it's phil's." i say
"er no it's not." peter says
"how could it even be yours?" phil asks, "you haven't done it."
"yeah we have." he says
"two years ago doesn't count." phil says
"no we slept together like five days ago or something like that." peter tells phil
"is that true y/n?" phil asks me
i nod slowly
"i can't believe this." he says storming out of the room
"we're gonna have our own little family." peter says tucking a piece of hair behind my ear
"peter stop it." i say
"what?" he asks
"we aren't pregnant." i say
"how do you know?" he asks
"well i don't-." i say before being interrupted
"you don't know, this might be ours." peter says putting one hand on my stomach, "also i'm willing to forgive you about the fact you slept with the footballer."
"he has a name." i say
"that doesn't matter." peter says
"it does to me." i say pushing him as far as i can still staying in bed
"well i guess if it matters to you it matters to me, so what's his name?" peter asks me
"phil." i say
"peter's better." he says
"stop comparing everything." i say
"aww honey you don't seem well? do you need some sleep? can i get you anything?" he asks me
"you could get me phil." i say
"who's that again?" he asks me
"fucking hell peter." i say, "can you just leave me alone then." i say
"five minutes, i'm going to get you a drink." peter says leaving the hospital bed
i look at my phone and text phil.
*the messages*
me: please phil let me explain
me: pick up your phone
me: please
me: where are you
phil: stop messaging me y/n
me: but i love you
phil: you slept with someone else
me: but he's my boyfriend
me: WAS i meant was my boyfriend
phil: i see how you look at him, you two are in love.
me: you're the one i love
phil: get over it y/n, you're with peter
me: please
phil: i don't want to have to block you
*end of messages*
i only slept with peter cause he said he would leave me alone after. i didn't mean for any of this to happen, but what if the baby was peter's? what would happen?
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𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 - phil foden
Romancewhen y/n grealish meets her brothers teammates, phil foden starts it up with her. but here's the twist, she has a boyfriend, peter. it's like he doesn't exist until y/n gets taken home to her snobby family to see the guy she was forced to grow old w...
