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Into the Badlands Imagines

Something to Tell You

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(A/N) So I mean now I’m back from the Philippines??? So that means working WiFi, no life, and getting ready for college. Fun. I know it’s like the Fourth of July but LOL I don’t care, here’s something I wrote for Father’s Day but, you know, didn’t finish until like, the week after. Anyways. A short important message as well - if you are using Tumblr Mobile, you can find my Masterlist/Request Rules/Drabble Prompts by searching for them in my blog’s search option. Once again, I love you all, and requests are still open!

I love Danny with a burning passion okay anyways bye ily

The last thing you wanted to do was go to your parents. You didn’t want the confirmation from your doctor of a father as well as your mother that you were pregnant. It’s not at all that you didn’t want a child, or even a child with your lover.

It was just that Sunny was the last man in all of the Badlands who could want or have a child.

It was a cold and rainy day, and you found yourself tinkering away with the limb replacements you built as the sun began to set. For the past week you had been going over the same two questions in your mind. Should you tell Sunny?

Should you get rid of the baby?

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize Sunny had come in until you felt warm strong arms slide around your waist, a kiss pressed to your shoulder.

Sunny could tell just from walking in the door that something was wrong. He knew by the way you sat, by the way you looked at your work, but mostly by the way you tensed up when he wrapped his arms around you.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low and in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Turning around in his arms, you smiled at Sunny and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Nothing. How was your day?” Sunny didn’t want to take no for an answer, but he decided to let it be and bring it up later.

“It was alright. I missed you, though.” Sunny’s voice was soft, and it warmed you. As your lips curled, he leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your lips, his nose brushing yours.

“I thought a regent wasn’t supposed to have feelings.” Your words were playful, and he only rolled his eyes when he caught your cheeky smile before smiling as well. It was rare to see Sunny smile, and you cherished the way the corners of his dark eyes crinkled. Leaning in to peck his lips again, you felt his grip tighten around you.

“Come on, let’s eat.”

Dinner was filled with a comfortable silence as the two of you played a tame game of footsie under the table, sharing soft smiles. As you put away the dishes, you heard the shower turn on. You hung his leather jacket and carefully stored his sword before slipping on your nightgown and letting your hair fall out of its bun. Combing through your hair with your fingers, you heard Sunny step out of the bathroom. Turning around, you found him with only a change of pants hanging loosely around his hips as he dried his hair with the towel resting on his shoulders.

Looking up, Sunny caught you staring, and he also caught the faint blush that rested on your cheeks. Within four long strides, his face was inches from yours. “See something you like?”

Taking hold of the towel that rested on his shoulders, you pulled him in for a kiss in which he happily obliged to. As Sunny’s lips moved against yours, his hands found the back of your thighs and hoisted you up to straddle his waist, your hands leaving the towel as they wrapped around his broad shoulders. One arm stayed on your thigh as the other pulled the towel off his shoulders before caressing your cheek.

Breaking the kiss for only a moment, he took time to look into your eyes before kissing you once again. He could feel the beat of your heart against his chest as he walked with ease to the bed, his knees hitting the edge as he laid you down.

Sunny gave you another open-mouthed kiss before resting his forehead on yours, his forearms resting on either side of you. He admired your flushed face, his warm eyes tracing every part of it as his whispered your name.

“What’s wrong?” It was the second time that night he had asked, and you had been dreading it from the moment he asked the first time. You knew Sunny knew you inside and out. Reaching up to gently rub your thumb against his cheekbone, you gave him a smile.

“Nothing is wrong, Sunny.” He only stared into your eyes, nearly making you squirm underneath him. Resting his full body weight on one arm, he caressed the hand you had on his cheek.

“I love you. You don’t need to be afraid to tell me anything.” As soon as those three words came out, Sunny saw the way your pupils dilated and heard the way your breath hitched in your chest. Sunny could tell you were about to say something, but you ended up sighing, the look in your eyes sad.

“But I am afraid of telling you the one thing that’s wrong.” His eyebrows creased as he sat up on the bed, his hands trailing from your biceps to your thighs, his thumbs rubbing circles into your soft skin. As you sat up slightly, leaning on your elbows, you melted at the soft look in his eyes.

“Tell me.” His voice was just as tender as the look he was giving you, and you sighed before tearing your gaze from his to look down at his strong chest.

“I’m pregnant, Sunny.” His thumbs stopped moving against your thighs as you said those three words. Every negative thought possible emerged into his mind — and if Quinn found out, you’d be dead. His next words barely escaped his lips.

“How long?” You couldn’t read the look in his eyes or the tremble in his voice. Sitting up fully, you replied.

“Do you remember the night you came in after Quinn forced those boys out of the orphanage and your forces burned it down?” Sunny’s eyes darkened at the memory of that day. He remembered how that night, he stormed through your door and took you by surprise, seeking the only comfort he wished for — you. You had been making dinner when you felt his familiar grasp, followed by an intense, longing kiss.

That night was full of near silence and heat, and Sunny noticed the way your cheeks flamed under the moonlight as you thought about that night. That night was nearly three months ago.

“Are you sure?” Sunny hadn’t intended for his words to come out coldly, but he saw the way you winced, and he softened yet again as you nodded, a defeated look in your eyes.

“I’m sure.” He sighed as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet touching the cold hardwood floor. Sunny ran his calloused hands through his short, jet black hair as his thoughts swarmed everywhere.

“If Quinn finds out, he’ll kill you.” There was a tremble in his voice again, and this time, you let out a sigh. You crawled towards him and sat by his side, cross-legged. Looking at his muscular back, you traced the tattoos that painted his skin, and you felt him shiver at your gentle touches.

“I know.” Your answer was barely above a whisper. “Do you want it?”

Sunny’s brows creased as he turned his head to look at you — he knew how afraid you really were of asking him that question. And, he knew exactly what you were asking.

Without saying any words, Sunny leaned in and kissed you slowly and surely, his eyes fluttering shut at the feel of your lips against his. The hand that was tracing his back had weaved its way into his hair, and he deepened the kiss as you let out a soft sigh.

He gave you another kiss before pulling away, whispering your name.

“I want a life with you more than anything. A future,” Sunny paused as he gently moved his hand to caress your stomach. “And a family.” With a sigh of relief, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in close. Sunny chuckled at your antics, and wrapped both is strong arms around your waist.

“I have something to tell you also — ” his voice was soft and in your ear, his grip around you never loosening. “I found a way out.”