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touchmybigben:

america-the-hero:

I hate being pregnant! -goes to sit in a corner and cry-

Now now love, It’s alright. How many weeks do we have left?

I don’t like five million and seven you bastard! I hate you for doing this to me! Go away! -curls into a ball and cries-

“Oh hush now will you? You’re not even making any sense, speak clearly to me.” Arthur said frowning deeply, crossing his arms. “Don’t cry now, Soon you wont be pregnant anymore right? I’m guessing it’s around a few weeks by how big your stomach is getting.” He replied bluntly, Running his hands through his hair with a heavily strained sigh.

“Go away eyebrow bastard!” he glared at him. “I’ll talk any way I want!” he kicked at the wall. “Did you just call me fat!?” he turned to him and have him a death glare. “You just called me fat! Go away! I hate you! I’m not fat! I’m not fat! I don’t wanna be pregnant I’m not fit to take care of children! Go away!” he wrapped his arms around himself and sobbed into his knees. “I’m gonna die!”

“E-Eyebrow bastard?” He scoffed, Frown deepening. “I didn’t call you fat at all- I just meant-” His eyes softened a bit, Watching as he clutched his knees and sobbed loudly. “You’re not going to die, Stop talking like that will you? I’m sure this isn’t good on the children when you yell, And i know it isn’t good for you either.” He bent down next to him, Rubbing his back soothingly. “You know i didn’t mean it like that love.”