#bartender!jensen

You shouldn't have done what you did, but you didn't know what else you could do. You were in shock.

Both of the boys were perplexed with your withdrawal from them, it punched them in the gut a few times too.

When they had opened up the bar, they noticed that you still hadn't shown your face. Not even to say hello.

'You think she's busy?' Jensen asked as he wiped over the sticky surface of the bar counter top.

Misha looked up from his paperwork, checking the stock and inventory they had and needed to get. 'Again? She's been busy for the last seven days, surely she would have texted or called, and I don't think Stan would have been that hard on her to giver her work that needs 24/7 observation.'

'Do you think she doesn't wanna be with us anymore? Maybe she doesn't like to have two, or it was just too much?' Jensen babbled, all the possible scenarios being that he had done something wrong, that there was too much pressure to be with both him and Misha.

'But I can't think why, she was the one to ask us to do this. We were happy to do this, Jensen. Is it too much to ask to at least get a call from her.'

Jensen wracked his brain to see if he had done anything wrong, when he came up empty he asked Misha if he had even an inkling of an idea of your whereabouts.

'Oh yeah sure, I gave her my deluxe “I’ll kill you later stare.” Full beady little eyes and everything. Told her to run away from us because we're too great, and I wanted you all to myself.' Misha exasperated with flailing arms. Of course, he had no idea where you were. He wanted you with them just as much as Jensen did, but any rational thought flew out the window, much like the words tumbled out of Misha's mouth.

Jensen had rounded the bar counter top, his rag disposed of and almost instantly forgotten. Jensen smoothed down the wrinkles of Misha's work shirt, gripping his hands and bringing them up.

'I'm sorry, okay. I want her to be here with us, I do, but I'm just so worried about her. I want her back home with us, where she belongs.'

'I'll put this stuff away and then give her call. All we can do is hope that our girl comes back to us, Jensen.'

Jensen nodded and checked his watch, another hour before they would open, he helped Misha clear the table before the latter pulled his phone out and dialed your number once again. The same thing happened, it rang and rang until it went to your voicemail.

You had asked your boss, Stan, for some time off from work. You had to process what you had learned a few days ago. He had happily agreed, due to you being a member of staff that hadn’t yet taken a day off from work.

Your cell had blasted - again. Checking the caller ID, you let it go to voicemail, not really wanting to talk to Misha or Jensen.

Looking at the time, you figured you should eat, everything you used to love now made you heave and the fact that you were now carrying a bun in the oven made you scared that you wouldn’t be able to eat.

Of course, you were being a little dramatic, just a little.

You had met up with your little brother, Alexander, and your best friend, Briana. They had instantly noticed that something was wrong when you had turned your nose up to your favourite meal, claiming that you weren’t hungry for anything.

Alex had promised to keep your secret from your parents until you were ready to tell them. Briana had gone out and told you she would be back soon and the doorbell indicated that that time was now.

You yanked the door open and walked back to your place on the couch. Under the blankets with your legs tucked under you.

‘I got you a few books for you to read. Some of them are pregnancy books but then I got you some of those one that you just love to read.’

When you didn't answer her, Briana continued, placing a hand on your blanket covered shoulder.

‘You have to talk to them, Y/N/N, they'll be worried sick and you can't avoid them forever.’

She had a point, of course she did. ‘But Bri, I'm scared.’ You almost whispered.

‘I know, sweetie, and I know it wasn't planned but they'll love that little bug in there.’ She said comfortingly.

‘You really think so?’ You peeked your head out of the blanket so that you could see her.

She nodded. ‘I do. And the fact that they haven't stopped calling you has gotta mean something right? They care about you and they'll come to love that baby too. I doesn't matter about how early on in the relationship it is. If they wanted to be with you then they gotta accept that your carrying their child.’

She was wise beyond her years and you were thankful that Briana was your best friend.

‘Thank You, Bri. Can you grab my phone please?’ You asked, your hands dragging the stack of books under the blanket so you could hug them to yourself.

Briana handed you your cell and left you to cook you some food that didn't want to make you gag.

You had sent a text to both Jensen and Misha apologising for your behaviour and asking if you could meet them after their shifts and were taken over for the night. Naturally, they took any opportunity they could so agreed immediately. They just wanted to know that you were okay.

Jensen and Misha kept their eye on the clock all day, waiting for the time that they could ask Mark, their manager to take over and meet you at their apartment.

You had finally plucked up enough go. The pregnancy tests you had taken to be sure that you were actually pregnant were tucked into your purse, your heart was pounding in your chest. You were still nervous and scared as hell.

Once you were inside, you pulled your coat off and folded it over your arm.

Misha and Jensen had kept a relatively small distance away from you, respecting you and your needs.

You apologised to them with ultimate sincerity, in which they asked you why you had pulled away from them.

Taking a deep breath, you sipped at the water they offered you, mentally preparing yourself for the bombshell that you were going to drop on them.

You pushed the water away from you and pulled your purse closer, ready to pull out the pregnancy test.

‘I'm pregnant and I don't know who the father is.’

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