"Baby get on skype." Diggy's voice buzzes through the phone and you feel like splattering yourself all over the bed.
You open the computer and login and sure enough his face is in the camera and you want to cry. "What's wrong y/n?" His smile begins to fade and you cover your face with your hand. Silence.
"I'm sorry, it's just-you know I hate it like this." You're bawling now, snatching tissues out of the Kleenex box, your nose a little red.
"I'm sorry." He mumbles
"Sorry for what? Doing what you love?" You laugh sniffling.
"Nah, I love doing you." He smiles showing all of his beautiful teeth.
"Oh brother." You roll your eyes.
"I'm sorry that I'm the reason you're crying right now." He says more seriously. "And I never want you to be crying over something that I'm doing or said. I just want to make you happy." He's starring directly into the camera.
"See this is why-" your voice cracks and you burst back into tears, uncontrollably this time.
"Oh my God, y/n, I didn't know you were such a crybaby." He starts to laugh subtly.
"Stop laughing, I'm like over here missing you and smearing my mascara you jerk." You sniffle.
"And you think I don't miss you?" He laughs more.
"I don't know how you feel." You joke and his face turns very serious.
"Girl you know how I feel. Stop playing with me." He grabbed the remote in off the nightstand to his left.
"Refresh my memory." You smile courageously not crying anymore.
"I'm not." He flips through the channels.
"Okay. I guess you don't want your Father's Day gift." You taunt him, holding the bag up for the camera.
"I ain't no da-" he stops mid sentence frozen. "Y/n-"
"I'm pregnant!!!!" You blurt out throwing your hands in the air.
Silence.
"Say something." You say smiling and laughing.
Silence.
"Digg." You utter realizing that he's in shock.
"I'm coming home." He breaks his silence.
"Digg, no, you owe New Orleans their show." You try to reason with him but he's a little shook.
"I'm coming home right now." He fingers his phone out of his pocket.
"DIGG STOP!" You yell and the phone fumbles in his hands while he mumbles: 'I gotta go, I gotta go.' "You're staying where you are. I'm texting Perry right now." You say strongly.
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Imagines : Diggy Edition *TAKING REQUESTS*
Fanfiction*ACTIVE* A racy book of imagines for diggy Simmons. You (y/n) are the character. And sometimes the imagines run a little long which is good. It means I have an idea of maybe making a real story out of it. So chill out and read these imagines. Ther...
