Request: kind of a little bit of a twist of the earlier bellamy pregnancy imagine. you think you can do one post 3x04, where the reader is pregnant and is scared to have a baby in the middle of a war?
A/N: This is really short and sucky, and I apologize for that, I'm not very good at writing without a pretty well hashed out plot, not that I blame you, of course, I just suck at writing.
Word Count: 308 (lol it's so smol)
Warnings: Teen Pregnancy, War, very mild language, bad writing
You shook slightly as you counted the days in your head, it had been exactly thirty days since you were due. You knew what was happening logically, but you just couldn't accept it. You had been careless, and now a child was going to have to grow up in this Hell because of it. How could you justify another mouth to feed when people were already anticipating rationing. People could scarcely go outside the fence without being attacked in minutes, and yet here you were, creating another life to endanger.
This child wouldn't know what it was like to grow up in a world without war, probably not for many years. It felt at times as though this war was never going to end, that there would never be a free world again. You had long ago accepted that you probably wouldn't live to see the end, if it ever happened, but a child would change everything.
It would mean you were no longer only fighting for your own life, but for the life of this innocent child, who had the misfortune of being conceived in wartime. Their father was gone, he had been one of the first casualties in this battle for freedom, it would be only you in this fight.
You tried not to think about all the consequences that could arise from having a child here without adequate medical treatment, figuring there was a chance of death every time someone left the camp, why stress about an added chance?
You decided it was time to talk to Abby, she'd be able to give you an expert opinion, maybe you were just going crazy and there was no child at all. You went towards the medical tent with sigh, knowing that it was wrong to be almost a little excited at the prospect of a child.