IMAGINE: Being scared to tell Owen you're pregnant

     You quietly walk into your living room. You look at Owen, your husband, who's on his computer. He doesn't look up when you enter the room. You clear your throat and try to calm the nervous butterflies in your stomach. You just found out you're pregnant. You'd be jumping for joy, except that Owen and you didn't plan to have kids for a few more years. You're worried how he's going to take the news. "Uh, Owen?" You ask. He looks up at you and smiles. "Hey, Y/N." He says. You sit on the ottoman in front of him and clasp your hands together. "I need-I need to tell you something." You state, your voice shaking. Owen's eyebrows draw worriedly and he sets his computer aside. "Is everything okay?" He asks worriedly. "Um..." You trail off. He grabs your clammy hands in his. "Y/N, what is it?" He asks, staring at you. You take a few deep breaths. "This morning I found...I found out I'm pregnant." You choke out. Owen stiffens and he sits up straight. "You're pregnant...?" He whispers. "I know-I know this wasn't part of our plan, Owen." You sob. "I know that this child will change everything for us. We may have not been ready for a little one; but I believe that this will be for the best—that this baby will be the best thing that's ever happened to us." You weep, looking at Owen through your tear filled eyes. He looks down, blinking. He's silent. "Please say something, Owen." You beg. He slowly looks up at you. He takes your hands again. "I believe that too." He whispers. Your breathe leaves you in a rush. He squeezes your hands. "I won't lie to you, Y/N. I'm scared. I don't know if I will be the right father our baby deserves, but I promise you, I will try to be the best father I can be." "And that's all we can ever promise, Owen. We can only promise to be the best parents we can be to our child." Owen smiles. "As long as you're by my side, I believe we can do this. We can raise this child up to be the best person he or she can be." You smile back at him. "I love you so much, Owen. I hope you know that." You say. He cups your face. "I do, Y/N." He whispers, before kissing you soundly. [THE END] I hope you liked it!