Warnings: Mentions of accidental pregnancy, one swear word

Word Count: 1549

Your heart was pounding as you waited for the timer to run down. The decision to buy a pregnancy test had been an impulsive one. You had just gone to the store for groceries, but then you were passing the medical stuff and the fact that you had missed your last period had popped into your head. One thing led to another and you were leaving the store with a pregnancy test buried under bags of chips and vegetables.

Now you were here, trying not to cry as you paced back and forth down the length of the bathroom hoping more than anything else that you weren't pregnant. Sure, you and Josh had discussed having kids together, but that was a plan for the distant future. You were both so caught up in your careers right now that having a kid wasn't really something that was a top priority for either of you.

The timer went off, scaring you so bad that you bumped into the towel rack on the wall. Thankfully Josh was at the studio, meaning he wouldn't come rushing upstairs to see what accident you had gotten yourself into this time.

You had left the pregnancy test facedown on the counter so that you wouldn't glance at it before time was up and get your hopes up. It was sitting there now, the plain white plastic shining up at you. It seemed to be taunting you, although you were pretty sure that was just the fear swirling around in your mind. Plastic couldn't taunt a person, it was...well, plastic.

You grabbed the little stick from the counter and held it up. Your hands were shaking, but you told yourself you would turn it over on the count of three. Whatever was on the other side of the stick could change your life forever, or maybe not. You wondered if you would tell Josh you had taken a test if it came out negative. Probably not, it wasn't worth the stress for him.

You took a deep breath before counting. As soon as the word "one" left your lips, you flipped the test over. Your heart immediately sunk. Two little lines were shining up at you, telling you that you were pregnant. You triple checked the key and read the back of the box at least twice, just to make sure that you had done everything correctly. Surely there had been a mistake, you and Josh had been so careful.

Tears clouded your vision and you angrily threw the test in the trash. You felt sick to your stomach, and you wanted to be as far away from the bathroom as you could right now. A million scenarios of you telling Josh ran through your head, most of them bad. Unable to deal with your thoughts anymore, you crawled into bed, plugged in some music, and hoped you were tired enough to take a nap.

You woke up around an hour later; you were groggy, but you had calmed down significantly. The shower in the master bathroom was running, meaning that Josh had returned home from the studio. Your stomach twisted just thinking about the fact that he was home. As long as you were near him, you would inevitably feel the guilt of not being honest about the pregnancy with him. You decided that the news could wait a bit. There was no harm in putting it off, right?

You decided to head downstairs and wait for Josh to get out of the shower so you could ask him how the studio was. Hopefully he hadn't been home long, the two of you had been so busy lately that you had to take complete advantage of however much time you could get together. You just hoped you hadn't wasted precious time by napping.

The water stopped running upstairs and you could hear Josh walking around the bedroom. He came downstairs a couple minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Water was dripping from his dark brown hair onto his chest, and you couldn't help but stare. Two years of marriage, five years of dating before that, and knowing Josh for another two years before that had yet to stop you from being absolutely blown away by how incredible he looked every time he took his shirt off.

"Hi, babe," he smiled as he stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Have you happened to see my black t-shirt around?"

"Which one? You have like five," you laughed.

"The one with the gray pattern."

You thought about it for a moment, "I think it just went through the wash, so check the dryer."

"Wonderful," Josh smiled before disappearing down the hall.

Josh walked back upstairs a few moments later, shirt in hand. You continued to scroll through Twitter, liking fans' tweets every so often.

"Babe?" Josh called from the bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Yeah, one second."

Josh was in the bathroom when you got upstairs, his back turned to you. He had gotten dressed, but his hair was still wet and dripping onto his shirt.

"What's up?" you asked, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

"What's this?" he asked, turning to face you.

Color drained from your face as soon as you saw what he was holding. In his hand was the pregnancy test that you had so carelessly disposed of, still showing the positive result. You mentally cursed yourself for not tossing it in the big garbage bin outside. Of all the ways you had envisioned telling Josh, this definitely hadn't been one of them.

"I-that's," you stammered, barely able to get a few words out before you were tearing up.

The stress and fear from before came rushing back, hitting you like a brick wall. Josh was next to you immediately, wrapping an arm around you and giving you support. He led you over to the edge of the bed and sat you down, rubbing your arm soothingly.

"I'm sorry, Josh," you whimpered. "I was going to tell you eventually but I was so afraid you were going to be mad at me but now you're mad anyway..."

"Hey, hey, no, Y/N, I'm not mad at you," he said, taking your hand into his own.

"You're not?"

"Not at all! The only reason I would be mad is if the baby wasn't mine. It is mine, isn't it?"

"It's yours," you sniffled. "I thought you were going to be mad because we weren't planning to have a kid anytime soon and then I accidentally got pregnant."

"What do you mean you accidentally got pregnant?" Josh asked. "Last time I checked, making a baby is a two-person job."

You laughed at Josh's humor, "I guess."

Josh stood up from the bed and pulled you along with him, holding tightly onto your hands. You quickly wiped a tear away with the back of your hand and looked up at him.

"We're going to have a beautiful baby and shower it with love and affection and show it what it means to be a Dun," Josh smiled, pulling you to him.

"And what does it mean to be a Dun?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, the most important part is that you're automatically a badass," Josh smirked. "But what really matters is that you're loved unconditionally."

Josh leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours. You closed your eyes and allowed him to hold you.

"I love you," you whispered. "And I'm glad you're not angry."

"I love you too," Josh answered before pressing a long kiss to your lips. "When did you take that test, anyway?"

"This afternoon. It stressed me out so bad that I had to take a nap to shut my brain off."

"That explains why you didn't hide it super well."

You sighed and pulled away from Josh to sit back down on the bed, "Don't remind me."

"I won't," Josh said, sitting down next to you and pressing another kiss to your temple. "But I will bother you about getting to the OB/GYN now that we know you're pregnant."

"I'll make an appointment tomorrow."

"Wonderful. I need to start thinking of baby names," Josh said, standing back up and walking back into the bathroom.

"We have some time, babe."

"You may think that now, but these next nine months are going to fly by. Before you know it, we're going to have a screaming infant in the house."

You laid back on the bed with a sigh, "You better start talking to marketing about making newborn-sized twenty one pilots merch."

Josh poked his head out from the bathroom, "Y/N, did you know you're a genius?"

"I try," you answered sarcastically.

You reached down and placed a hand on your torso. The afternoon had been a whirlwind of emotions, but you were glad that Josh knew about the pregnancy now. At least that way you two would be able to face whatever challenges came your way together.

"What if we name it Tyler?" Josh said gleefully, poking his head out of the bathroom again.

"We're not naming the baby Tyler," you sighed.

"Middle name?"

"I'll consider."

"Yes!" Josh cheered.

It was going to be a long nine months.