The fake wedding

Symptoms

Charlottes p.o.v

It's been a couple days after the Italy trip and me, and Rafe's relationship has changed drastically. We sleep in the same bed, watch movies together, finish TV series together. We'd stay up late nights just, talking.

I finished my shower, looking for something to change in deciding on Rafe's large navy blue t shirt. I stared at it wondering if I would get in trouble wearing it, I started to freakout that rafe would yell at me to take it off, and tell me he's had enough. My overthinking over powered me, I sighed bringing the piece of clothing to my nose smelling the Woody smell he gave off. The scent engulfed me, making me mentally moan.

I slipped the t shirt on having only this and some underwear. I walked downstairs in the pitch black dark, I turned on the lights in the kitchen looking for something. I smiled wide seeing the mozzarella sticks I begged Marisol to make for me, I was craving so many things and rafe made sure I got it when I wanted it. Rafe's mom joked about me being pregnant with so many cravings, I just believe my period is coming soon.

I popped the mozzarella sticks in the microwave,waiting impatiently for them to be ready. I heard the front door open and close, confused and curious I peaked my head to see if it was rafe, but saw nothing. I felt hands over my eyes making me jump and gasp "Guess who?" A smile moved onto my face, smelling the Woody smell rafe gave off. "Brad Pitt?" He laughed moving his hand, turning me to face him. "Not even close, Angel."

My heart warmed at the nickname, feeling heat rise to my face. I looked down not wanting him to see my blush. "It's cute when you blush." He lifted my chin up to him getting lost in his hazel eyes. Just then the microwave went off, moving myself away from gray excited to eat.

"Anymore cravings?" Rafe asked with a smirk, I tried to talk back chewing the sticks I shoved in my mouth. "Sometimes, I swear I'm pmsing." He laughed taking one of my sticks, I pouted moving them away from him. "Sure you're not pregnant?" Rafe smirked I rolled my eyes setting the plate down. "No sickness, no fatigue, no weight gain."

He gave me a look not believing me "Not every pregnant person instantly gets that."
"Well my period should be coming soon." He gave me one last look before setting the empty plate in the sink "You look beautiful in my shirt." He whispered kissing my neck, he jogged up stairs going into the room. I grabbed a water turning the light off following him up. I saw him changing into his boxers and slip off his shirt
"You should wear my clothes more often." He smirked, laying on the bed patting the spot next to him to lay down.

I grabbed the remote putting on, The assignation of Gianni Versace - American Crime stories. Rafe rested his head on my stomach as I played with his hair, his hands softly rubbed up and down my legs. I sat with all my attention on the show mindlessly playing with Rafe's hair. I felt his warm hand sneak up the shirt I was wearing, tracing the lace of my underwear.

Suddenly the show stopped, I looked down at rafe who paused the show moving on top of me. He looked into my eyes with hunger, "Yes baby?" He smirked moving his hand under the shirt, feeling me through my underwear.

I moaned softly moving my hand down to where his are. He stopped me pinning my arms over my head with one hand, the other feeling me still. I bit my bottom lip watching him. He moved his hand from my core, pulling my bottom lip down.

He bit it moving his tongue in my mouth, I moaned tasting the whiskey he had earlier. Our lips moved in sync smoothly, and roughly. He let go of my arms, placing his lips to my neck. My hands moved along his back, feeling the warmth his body gave off.

I then felt my stomach twist, and I suddenly felt nauseous. I moved rafe off me, rushing into the bathroom. I locked the door, turning the water on, throwing up in the toilet. I didn't want rafe to know I was feeling nauseous, or even throwing up. I've been feeling this way for a while now, and I don't want him to know.

I'm too scared to even imagine being pregnant.
Not now at least, I needed time to get more into my life. I heard the door nob jiggle and I jumped. "Princess you ok? What's happening?" I instantly flushed the toilet, throwing some mouthwash in my mouth. I unlocked the door seeing a flushed and worried rafe.

My heart ached with him not knowing, I never liked or cared to lie. Even if that's what our relationship was based on. "What happened?" "I thought my period came I got scared." He stared down at me worriedly "Did it?" I shook my head no "But uh my stomach is killing me, I think I should go to bed." I licked my lips, looking up into his hazel eyes.

"I'll go take a shower and I'll be right there." I nodded my head slipping past him, I laid in bed hearing the shower run. Thoughts of me being pregnant scared me to death. I was scared on what rafe would think, if he'd still want to be with me.