Josh Dun x Reader

Baby Bump

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, mention of weight gain 

Word Count: 2894

Three Months Earlier...

Your phone started to ring again, vibrating loudly against your wooden coffee table. You didn't have to check your phone to know who it was, Josh had been calling you at least three times an hour for the past few days. Deep down, you knew that ignoring him wasn't the answer to your problems, it certainly wouldn't solve anything. You just couldn't bring yourself to pick up the phone and tell him that it was over, even thinking about how he would react was painful.

The ringing stopped and you let out a breath that you hadn't even realized you had been holding. You knew you would have to talk to him eventually and explain why you couldn't handle this life anymore. Of course, this would just lead to a public breakup and being berated with comments from people who didn't know a thing about you, and isn't that why you were breaking up with him in the first place?

"Tomorrow," you promised yourself, but you weren't so sure that it was one you could keep.

Present Day...

You grabbed an oversized sweatshirt from the pile of laundry on the floor and pulled it on over your shorts. You were pretty sure that it had been Josh's, but you were starting to run out of clothes that hid your baby bump so you decided that the sweatshirt's owner didn't matter for the time being. It wouldn't be long before you had to buy proper maternity clothes; you winced at the thought, you were having enough troubles finding well-priced baby supplies as it was.

"You could just tell Josh that you're pregnant and you know that he would buy you everything you needed." Jenna's words echoed in your head. She, along with your parents, were the only ones that knew about the pregnancy. You figured she was less likely to feel guilty about not telling Josh than Tyler was.

You sighed as you looked over yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the fabric over your torso to see how big it had gotten. Hiding the pregnancy from Josh wouldn't be possible for much longer, and despite the fact that the two of you hadn't talked in months, you knew you had to be the one to tell him. A shiver ran down your spine at the mere thought of telling him. He would want to get back together, that was a given. After all, he hadn't wanted to break up in the first place.

"Why don't we go get some groceries?" you spoke quietly in the general direction of your baby bump.

The doctor had mentioned that speaking out loud to your baby would be a good way to get it to recognize your voice more easily, and it was a habit that you had quickly picked up. Not to mention that pretending like you were talking to your child instead of yourself made you feel a little less crazy.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you made your way around the house collecting things you would need. Once your shoes were on and the grocery list you had hastily made that morning was in your hand, you headed out the door.

Dark clouds loomed overhead as you walked into the grocery store. You hoped that it didn't start raining anytime soon; getting groceries up to your apartment was enough of a chore already, you didn't need to be soaking wet by the end of it too. It wasn't long before you started wishing that you had asked Jenna to come along with you.

You grabbed a grocery cart and leaned forward on it with your elbows, freeing up your hands so that you could look at your grocery list. As you looked over the things you needed, you began to plot a mental path of where you needed to go to get your groceries, and therefore back home, most efficiently.