Sabrina, Puck and the surprise!
Hello reader! So I randomly had an idea to write a story about this, so I did! I would love for any help from you, so please review, but please make sure it is respectful critisism so I can work on making my writing better!
Chapter one
Sabrina's pov
I stood in my bedroom pacing back and forth, I wrapped my hands around a small baby bump that began to form on my originally flat stomach. That all changed about 11 weeks ago. I had known for a while now but tonight was the night I would tell Puck. I wore a red flowy dress and had finished setting the table and was waiting to Puck to return home from work. Normally I would have never done anything like this but tonight I was worried and wanted everything to go to plan. Then, heard the door slam shut.
"You have got to be kidding! How dumb can you be! You are just as bad as mother!" I heard puck holler as he made his way through the front door of our house and into the living room. I winced at the tone of his voice, hoping he would forget about work. He angrily slam his phone down on the table and plop down onto one of our couches, and sighed. Walking cautiously behind the couches I wrapped my arms around his neck and said,
"Puck," he looked up at me, not moving from his 'throne' , "Follow me." I finished. He groaned and I heard him complaining under his breath about being bossed around by a peasant, but as he looked up at me he finally noticed my new appearance. He cocked his head sideways and looked as if he had never seen a girl before.
"What's the special event?" He asked alarmed, "Not the anniversary, that was like 3 months ago, umm birthday? No, that's in October." After Puck went through his little check list he looked at me even more confused then before.
"Puck, just shut up, and follow me!" I exclaimed, getting tiered of his guessing, I lead him to our dining room.
"Alright Grimm, this better not be a trick" he said, looking around nervously, but then he noticed the table filled with his favorite meal. Chicken scampi with angel hair pasta (Authors note: my favorite dinner! ). I sat down and gestured for Puck to do the same in the seat across from me, he sat and began to dig in.
"Grimm, I have no idea why you made my favorite dish and why you are dressed up so nice but," he said and paused, "umm, why?" He said. I was about to answer when he immediately chimed back in, "Not saying you don't look amazing and well, umm, and stuff." He flustered.
"Well, Puck," I said, beginning to feel even more nervous, "OK! So I'm just going to spit it out! And Puck I don't know how you will react but well no matter what you need to know how much I love you and want us to stay together! Anyway, Puck I'm pregnant!" I finally came to say it after all of my senseless rambling. His face went pale, and he dropped his fork onto the plate making a loud clanking sounds that filled the air. I began to feel myself tear up as I realized that he must not even want a child.
Abruptly, I stood from the attempt of the romantic scene in front of me. As I was about to leave, Puck grabbed my hand but I forcefully shook it away as I ran to my room crying.