Now and Forever - Mark Feehily Fan Fiction [COMPLETED]

Chapter 39 - Truth

Songs of the chapter:

Hunter Hayes - Cry With You

Westlife - Before It's Too Late
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Jess' POV

Yesterday probably was such a hard yet relieving day for both of us. Well, I wasn't feeling 100% relieved but that was okay for now. Maybe I should spill everything out today to make me feel better. Beside that, he had rights to know the honest truths.

But most of all, what relieving the most was to know he still loved me, which I knew he always did. I just needed to make sure of it two days ago.

I was cooking breakfast right now and he was still fast asleep upstairs. You know his sleeping habit, or ability would be more suitable. 20 minutes later, I was about to pour the milk to the glass when suddenly he wrapped his hands around my waist from backwards.

"Gosh, Marky, you just made me almost spilled the milk all over my shirt." I groaned playfully.

"Good morning, Jessie." He said in his (sexy and hot) low morning voice, kissing the top of my head.

"Morning, Marky." I smiled. "You're still drinking milk, right?" I chuckled.

"Of course but please, no more chants, okay?" He requested lazily. Yeah, just awoken Mark could still be like zombie in daylight. "I'm still very sleepy to chase you around the house."

"Well I actually was going to but since your hands are wrapped around me right now, I can't."

"Thanks hands, you're saving me from embarassment right now." He said, pulling away. "Is the breakfast ready? Because I'm already starving." He said as he picked up a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water.

"You're always starving, basically."

He drank it a bit. "And so are you."

I rolled my eyes. "Breakfast is ready, captain."

He chuckled and smiled, putting the glass on the counter. "Well, let's eat before we die from lack of food."

"Your joke isn't funny right now, okay." I shook my head.

"My jokes become terrible when I'm hungry so, can we just eat, please?"

"Yeah let's eat."

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"Your food is delicious as always." He said then drank his milk. "Maybe that's one of reasons why I love you."

"Food is always the reason, eh?"

"Food is my love," he said. "Apart from you, of course."

"You always say that." I got up from my seat to do the dishes.

"Because that's the truth." He got up too and helped me.

"You know, Mark, I haven't told everything yesterday." I said as half of the dishes had already done, not even looking at him. I was nervous about this. And, jeez, I'd never been good at bringing up the topic like this.

He realized what I just said because I knew he then looked at me. "Tell me. Every single thing."

"After the dishes?"

"Okay."

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He decided to talk about it here so we were back sitting in front of each other.

I took a long sigh. This was it. I knew he would understand and would do the right thing to do. I couldn't hold all of this any longer. I'd suffered enough and I didn't want to take another risky chances again. I knew we could face what was coming next. He'd stay by my side, I knew that, so, here we go.