I don't know, but I feel that if the ex Will Smith and the reader ever had a pregnancy scare, he would be on cloud nine and would fall so hard when he finds out that it's a false alarm
hopefully will smith x ex!reader wc: 2.4k warnings: mentions of pregnancy, slightly dark at the end
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when will heard the knock at his apartment door, the very last person he expected to find on the other side of it was you.
you don't come to will and mack's apartment. you've made that very clear since you and will started... whatever's going on with the two of you right now. he's always been the one to come to you, to show up at your apartment, to rush down the highway when you call.
so you coming here? he can't tell if it's a really good sign... or a really bad sign.
based on the look on your face, he has a feeling it's not great.
"we have to talk," your voice is curt as you push past him into the apartment. you stop short when you see mack sitting on the couch, staring at you with a bewildered look on his face. you clear your throat and turn back to will, a flush on your cheeks and an indecipherable look on your eye. "um. in your room?"
will nods, speechless.
you march into his room, will following obediently. he glances quickly at mack, who's looking curiously at will, who just shrugs in response.
will closes his bedroom door behind him, and plops down on the end of his bed. he expects you to sit next to him, but you don't. you start pacing back and forth in front of him, balling your fingers into a fist, nervously biting your lip.
"what's... what's going on?" will asks, feeling more unsure than he has in a while. he has no idea what's going on here, so he doesn't know what the right or wrong thing to say would be.
you're anxious. worried about something. visibly. his mind starts running wild with possibilities. you're moving away, you have a new boyfriend, you've decided he's the worst kisser in the world and you never want to see him again?
you force yourself to stop pacing and look at will head-on. you're wearing an oversized hoodie (will's heart warms as he realizes it's one of his), sweatpants, and your favorite casual slip-on shoes, with a tote slung over one shoulder. you usually try to make yourself a bit more presentable than this, and the fact that you haven't is very telling. right as will is going to beg that you just tell him what's wrong, you open your mouth and the words fall out.
"i think i might be pregnant."
will's entire world stops.
his mouth drops open, his ears start ringing, and all of a sudden his heart is beating wildly in his chest. he just sits there, staring at you in shock for a few seconds.
he surprises you by reaching out, grasping your hips, and pulling you onto his lap enthusiastically. you let out a little gasp as will kisses you, and then starts planting little kisses all over your face. his hands are at your waist, holding you steady but gently, his touch and hold on you filled with more reverence than you were prepared for.
honestly, you thought that when you told will about your fears, he was going to tell you to leave. you'd anticipated lots of reactions from your ex-boyfriend, but this was not one of them.
when will stops kissing you, he leans back and looks you up and down. his eyes linger on your stomach, clearly looking for any slight change that might indicate someone lives there now. he's so excited, already, and that's when it hits him.
i think i might be pregnant.
his eyes travel up your body, from your navel to your breasts to your face, holding his breath. "are you?"
you shakily reach into your tote bag, and pull out two little boxes. both are pregnancy tests.
"i don't know yet," you breathe. "i wanted... i want to take them with you,"
will leads you to the bathroom, both of you very pointedly ignoring mack still sitting on the couch. will catches the look of frustration on his face, which means he was most definitely trying to eavesdrop, but was unable to glean much from the mumbles he could hear through the door.
the two of you go into the bathroom together, will closing the door and softly locking it behind him.
you make him turn away while you actually take the tests, not wanting him to see you pee on the little white sticks. will would have held your hand while you did it, but he understood that you wanted privacy.
afterwards, you set the tests on the counter, set a timer for five minutes, and then sit down with your back to the bathtub.
will sits next to you, wrapping an arm around you, and pulling you into his body.
"tell me what you're thinking," he murmurs softly into your ear. he presses a kiss to your temple, nuzzles your face, does anything and everything he can think of to comfort you and calm you down.
you hesitate for a second, and when you start talking, it's like a dam broke loose.
"i'm panicking, will," you admit. tears are beginning to gather in your eye as you continue to rant, "we're-we're young! i'm a waitress, and you're constantly on the road, and we're broken up!"
you add the fact that you're broken up as if you forgot, tagging it on the end to remind yourself, and him.
his heart soars.
will kisses your cheek, rests his forehead on your temple, pulls you tighter against him. "don't freak out," he says, tone as gentle and loving as possible. "we can figure it out. whatever happens, i'm by your side. i promise,"
you calm down a little bit at that, your breath coming out a bit slower and more even at his words, which will is thankful for.
on the outside, he's calm. he doesn't want to freak you out at all, doesn't want you getting the wrong idea.
but on the inside, will is celebrating. he's jumping up and down, fist bumping the air, already thinking about it. imagining it.
first, he thinks about you. you, pregnant. you're already beautiful, gorgeous in an ethereal way. seeing you never fails to make his breath leave his body, but if you were pregnant? with his baby? he thinks he might die at the sight of you. he can already feel the possessiveness overtaking his body at just the thought of it. he has the urge to touch your belly now, caress the baby he desperately hopes is there, but he knows you wouldn't be a fan of that, so he holds himself back.
then he thinks about your baby. a perfect little mix of the two of you. the baby would have your hair, your nose. hopefully his eyes, a feature of his which has become a favorite ever since the two of you got together, since it's the feature you always complimented the most.
a baby girl, hopefully. a daddy's girl, who he would dress in only the prettiest of outfits. he'd spoil her rotten, getting her the best toys, the best baby products, the best of everything.
he'd be okay with a little boy, of course, but he can already tell. it's a girl.
he'd buy a house. a house where your girl could grow up, and maybe have some siblings eventually. a dog for him, a cat for you. buying a house would show his devotion to you, how much he loves you, and you would take him back. finally.
you'd be a family. all the guys would finally see that all the pining, all the yearning and the loving from the sidelines and the begging, has paid off. that he was right.
will can't wait for the timer to go off.
you, on the other hand, are having slightly different thoughts.
if this test is positive, your entire world is going to be flipped upside down. you rest your head on will's chest, trying to soak up some of his strength for yourself, because you're freaking the fuck out.
you first realized your period was late three days ago. you got a notification from your period app reminding you to log your flow, only for it to occur to you that you'd had no flow. at first, you tried to tell yourself that it was probably just a late period. stress, bad diet, something like that. you'd get it in the next couple days.
but then it didn't come. and then it didn't come again. and when your underwear was still clean, and your white sheets were still perfectly pristine, you finally admitted to yourself that it might not just be irregularity.
you couldn't remember an exact date when it would have happened, because you and will fuck a lot (something you would never admit to your friends). sometimes you use condoms, sometimes you don't. you know that every time you don't you're making a horrifically bad choice, but you're on the pill, so you didn't think it would be a huge deal.
how could you have been so stupid?
at least will is calm, because if he was freaking out, you would be absolutely hopeless.
sure, a baby sounds nice. in theory. you can't lie and say that you would be... devastated. you've always wanted kids, and even though you're young, you know that you could make it work. having a baby with will would maybe not be the best thing... you've been trying to end whatever's going on between the two of you for months, you just don't have the willpower to actually never see him again. having a child with him would definitely complicate an already complicated situation.
even through all of that, having a baby would be hard. you're still in school. you're waitressing at a local diner. sure, will has nhl money, but you would hate it if he paid for everything for you, if you lived off of his money. you never want to be dependent on a person like that, and you know that he would try.
"i mean it," will says, breaking you from your stupor. "i'm with you. no matter what. i'll come to doctor's appointments, and go baby shopping, and get whatever you need at any point, ever. i'll bring you on roadies, so i'm always with you if you need me. i'll hold your hair back while you throw up, i'll-"
he's cut off by the alarm going off on your phone.
for a minute, neither of you moves. you're terrified to get up, to look at those pieces of plastic, so inconsequential and yet so incredibly life-changing.
will kisses you. soft, loving.
you get up.
you hadn't realized that you'd placed the tests face down when you set them on the counter, but you did. you feel will come up behind you, his chest to your back, his hands falling to hold your waist.
you take a deep breath, find comfort in will behind you, his touch, his support.
slowly, you reach for the tests.
you close your eyes tight as you flip the first one, and then the second. will's body has gone rigid behind you, but you can't tell what that means.
and then you open your eyes, and you let out the longest breath of your life.
negative.
"oh thank fuck," you say, already smiling like an idiot. you start laughing from relief, and turn around in will's hold, wrapping your arms around his middle and hugging him. you bury your face in his chest, your heart feeling lighter than it has in days. "oh my god, thank fuck,"
will's quiet, still. he's holding you, hugging you back, but you can tell that something's wrong.
when you look up at him, there's an unreadable expression on his face. he looks beyond conflicted, relieved and upset at the same time.
you decide not to say anything.
"well, thanks," you pull back from him, leaning against the counter. you look up at the ceiling and let out a long breath of relief. "i'm gonna get going. thank you so much for the support, seriously. oof, that is such a relief,"
"of course," will responds, but he sounds hollow. he looks back down at the tests, brow furrowed. "anytime,"
you giggle at that, shaking your head lightly. you turn back around and start cleaning up all the test stuff, wrapping them in toilet paper and throwing them in the little trash can by the toilet. you rip up the box into little pieces, not wanting macklin to see the box and get any ideas, throwing that away, too. you look at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, really taking in the fact that your body continues to be your own, that there are going to be no huge changes and no incredibly stressful things happening to it anytime soon.
you give will one last kiss before grabbing your tote, and leaving.
will closes the door after you, standing there, numb with shock and disasppointment.
he'd really thought it was going to be positive. he'd really wanted it to be positive.
"everything alright?" mack asks, still lounging on the couch. "why were the two of you in the bathroom?"
will wanders to the living room, plopping down in the armchair as if in a daze. "taking pregnancy tests," he replies simply.
mack's mouth drops open in shock. at first he doesn't say anything, just staring at will, searching for any sign of what the result was, but will's face is carefully neutral.
finally, he asks. "is she-?"
"nope." will cuts him off. "she is not pregnant."
mack's eyes narrow, confused by his best friend's reaction. "and that's... good. right?"
will sighs. "yup."
he sits there for another few seconds, and then getting up, wordlessly going into his room. he slams the door behind him, and then flops on his bed, face buried in his pillows.
the room still smells like you, and that makes this feeling ten times worse.
will knows that he should be relieved. that he should be so beyond thankful that he doesn't have to deal with having a baby with his ex-girlfriend, but he's heartbroken. not as heartbroken as he was when you broke up with him, but it's close.
he was already imagining his future with you, becoming a father. he'd had that hope for approximately ten minutes, but he'd already allowed it to consume him.
even though he knows it's bad, he's already planning your next encounter, already rehearsing the words he's going to say to you, to beg to forgo a condom.
there's one word running through his head.
hopefully.
a/n: choose your own ex!will adventure part one! once again, i'm bad at ending things but yknow (: thanks for the request nonnie! i know we all love ex!will and ex!reader very much so here's another one for you all! thanks for reading, liking, following, and reblogging <3 have a wonderful day/night














