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💐No you're not...💐REDONE

Wowza SOOO this is something I have never done before but I was thinking of what to write and looked in my drafts. One of which was "No you're not" Part two. That lead me to reread part one and OMG yall liked that?! ITS SO TRASH!!! So because my writing is so much better. Not to flex or anything... 😏... I decided to rewrite it! So this should be cool and fun for me because it means i'll have less struggle! 

SIDE NOTE- I did change a few things about it! So... yeah! OH AND PART TWO WILL BE FINISHED AND POSTED SOON TOO!! (Unless yall wanna see something else made which in that case LET ME KNOW!! Because rn i am working on no you're not part two andd Jealous part 5.)

CW- Pregnancy, Alcohol, Gender dysphoria, Child birth, Sex. (All mentioned briefly not in detail!)

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Wilbur wasn't exactly responsible that night... Well, okay, when was he ever? He had always been an 'act now, think later' type of person, and oh, did it show.

Just a reckless teenager, blinded by anger and surrounded by alcohol, he was destined to make some kind of mistake by the end of the night. Even he was aware of it. However, he had expected it to be blacking out or maybe even trying a stronger drug—not finding himself upstairs with a boy he had only just met.

Regret seeped into his skin and weighed heavily on his bones. Damn! He really shouldn't have ever gone to that party. Never should have gone upstairs. Never should have even gotten drunk! He didn't even really like the guy! He just wanted some attention—jeez, wish granted, just not in the way he wanted.

If the guilt of losing his virginity to a guy whose name he couldn't remember at a party thrown by his long-term childhood enemy wasn't bad enough, young, reckless, and foolish Wilbur started feeling strange.

Now, I say "strange" because at first, the signs were more mental than physical.

It began with heightened emotions- he was easily angered and saddened, which he chalked up to stress. I mean, the party, school, friends—it was a lot! So he quickly pushed those feelings aside. Besides, his family didn't notice, so it wasn't much of a concern.

Then came the mental exhaustion. Wilbur had always dealt with depression, but this wasn't his usual slump. To put it simply, it felt more like a cloud looming over him rather than a fog suffocating him. He paid no mind to it, though, because it felt routine, and maybe he was just feeling off.

The odd behavior that caused confusion was when Wilbur started clinging to Tommy more often. Of course, he loved his little brother! He just had never spent so much time with him or doted on him the way he was now. He became very protective, cuddling him, asking about his feelings, checking in on him. He just wouldn't leave Tommy alone! Not that Tommy minded at all. Wilbur dismissed this symptom just like the others.

But then came the physical signs—which he couldn't dismiss.

Nausea, increased hunger, frequent urination, tender breasts, hot flashes, and slight cramping. Wilbur had no explanation for these symptoms, and that terrified him. His messed-up brain led him to wonder if he had gastritis, maybe diabetes, thyroid issues, or a bladder infection. What if he had some chronic illness? Or what if—

His heart stopped when he first thought it "What if I'm pregnant?"

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It didn't take long for Wilbur to rush to the nearest drugstore and buy as many pregnancy tests as he could for fifteen bucks. Apparently, that was only one because, of course, they were ten bucks with tax! He waited until he was home alone to process whatever news was to come.

So, there was Wilbur, a slumped mess in the bathroom, anxiously awaiting the answer that would change his life. This test was supposed to be rapid. "Fast results! Less than a minute!" the box advertised. What a load of crap. This minute felt like the longest moment of his entire life.