You bury your face in your hands trying your hardest to take deep, even breaths. In the next room, you can hear your boyfriend, Ray Ray, laughing at something he’s watching on TV. Normally, you’d be watching with him, after all he has been gone for five months on tour, but you’re too stressed to even bother moving from your position at the kitchen table.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you hear Ray Ray yell. “Can you make me a sandwich?”

“No,” you yell back. “Why don’t you come in here and make your own damn sandwich instead of asking me to do it?”

Ray Ray angrily storms into the room glaring daggers at you. His hands are clenched into fists by his side, and you mentally prepare yourself for another fight.

“(Y/N), what the hell is wrong with you?” he asks taking a seat across from you. “Ever since I’ve gotten back you’ve been acting like you’re unhappy to see me!”

“I’m just sick of doing everything for you while you just sit on the couch doing nothing!” You scream. “I’m just sick of everything.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He’s screaming just as loud as you are now, and you fight the urge to close your eyes so you don’t have to see how angry he is.

“You know what it means,” you mutter folding your arms across your chest.

“Clearly not,” he slams his fist on the table. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, (Y/N), but you need to fix it.”

“What the hell? Why are you saying that I’m the one needing fixing? Is everything my fault now?”

Ray Ray rolls his eye. You can see how exasperated he is when he stands up to leave, but something makes you keep yelling.

“You’re just never here anymore, and when you are, you spend so much time with Star! I thought you said you guys broke up!”

Your boyfriend pauses to look at you. “You think I’m cheating on you?” he asks softly. “Star and I are just friends. Nothing is going on between us!” He pauses to look at you, and you can see the hurt that’s written on his face. “Are you saying you don’t trust me?”

“Ray Ray – “

“Save it.”

He quickly stands up and walks out of the room ignoring you as follow him. He silently walks into the bedroom grabbing his suitcase that still lay in the middle of the floor. You call out his name, but he continues to ignore you as he starts to throw his stuff into the bag.

“Ray,” you whisper grabbing his arm. “Baby, I’m sorry for yelling. Don’t leave. I’m sorry.”

“I just don’t know why the hell you think everything I do is meant to hurt you!” He yells yanking his arm away from you. “I fucking love you, and you can’t take your head out of your ass long enough to realize that I would never try to hurt you!”

“Well I can’t help it,” you cry. “I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck do you mean ‘I can’t help it’,” he screams.

“I’m pregnant, Ray Ray!” you yell.

The silence that follows your outburst hurts you more than hearing him yell. His jaw slowly clenches and unclenches as he struggles to absorb your confession. You take a step back from him trying not to show him how hurt you are.

“You’re pregnant,” he repeats slowly. Suddenly, a grin breaks out on his face as he lifts you up into his arms. “You’re pregnant! Man, I got to tell the boys, and my momma, and my grandma. Baby, we got to think of baby names and we need to get a bigger house. We can’t raise a baby in this raggedy apartment – don’t look at me like that! You know I love your apartment.”

“Wait,” you look at him questioningly, “you aren’t upset?”

“What?” Ray Ray sets you back down on your feet. “Is that what you were worried about? Honey, I’m excited. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

You smile at him before pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you,” you whisper as he wraps his arm around you.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”