SUDDEN MARRIAGE

Thirty four

We spent the night in the hotel that we stopped earlier. Mark suggested to do that since he wanted me to change my mind about my mom. A lot might happen in an hour and Mark doesn't want me to regret anything. That's why he asked me to sleep it over and see if my mind will change the next morning.

"Love?" I call out in a small and hesitant voice. Mark whipped his head towards me after checking something on his pad.

"Come here…" He pats his lap. I didn't waste time and I immediately followed him. "What is it?"

"Uhm…" I started twisting my lips in hesitation. "What do you think will happen if I don't want to see her nor talk to her anytime now?"

"I guess… you'd miss the chance to know her." Mark dropped his gaze on my eyes and then firmly, he kissed my forehead. "I remember Minhyuck, love. He didn't get the chance to meet both of his parents and I want you to learn from that. I want you to take this as a blessing that you got the chance to meet your real mom."

"But love… if I'll know the reasons why," I took a long breath in. "What if I'd hate her more?"

"Just listen… Try to see why things happened… Also, love, I'm sure you won't hate her because of her reasons." Mark sighed.

"I have a lot of questions…" I can't even count all of them. "Why did she do that? How he met daddy? How did Johnny knew her—"

"That's why you have to see her, now." Mark smiled at me genuinely and gently pecked my lips. "You don't have to worry. I'll be right with you."

"Mark…"

"Yes, love?" He chuckles deeply as he hugs me suffocatingly tight. "Has my baby changed his mind already?"

"Fine…" I huff. "But promise me, you're gonna be there for me?"

"Of course…" He replied to me. "I'm always here for you."

"Mark… I love you." I smile, trying to calm myself from accepting the fact that I'll talk to my real mother anytime soon, through Mark. "I love you so much…"

"I love you more…" Mark had lifted my chin to press it into mine before completely letting go of me. "Let's go take a quick shower?"

"Together?" I chuckle when I remembered what happened to us yesterday morning. Even my cheeks were heating up. "Y-You will get hard again!"

"Your fault…" What he said made me slap him softly in his arms. "Kidding aside. It won't, I promise—"

"Ah, stop it!" I huff, covering my face in shyness. "I know it will…"

Mark is laughing hard at me, making me laugh with him too. He kisses me everywhere gently before picking me up and carrying me in his arms.

"Let's just shower…" He smirks.

Mark puts me down on the sink before removing his shirt and throwing it to the side. He lifts his legs up and also threw the piece of clothing he has there. To my surprise, he didn't go any further. His boxers were there, still.

From the inside of the bathroom, Mark grabbed the shower and started heating it up.

"Come on…" He lent a hand and pull me towards the shower. He wetted me with the water, then, with all of my clothes on.

"Aw!" I hiss. "Mark! Stop! I haven't removed my clothes—"

"Just stay like that," He laughed. "I might get hard, you say…"

"That doesn't mean I have to shower like this!" I pout, now very very wet. Shit, my clothes are heavy. "I didn't even brought change of clothes!"

"I did." He smirked. "For the both of us."