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LL30 = Liam Lawson (for those who dunno)
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Read ' 🦁 Curtains Save Lives | MV33* ' first for this chapter to make sense.
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Ever since the incident of Max and I being photographed in his hotel room around a month ago my dad and I haven't really spoken. He said that he 'wasn't angry just disappointed' in me but I knew that was a lie because he told to it to an interviewer who'd brought up the rumours not to me.
I woke up in the morning with Max snoring beside me, as usual, but when I woke up I had that awful churning feeling in my stomach that I was about to be sick. I rushed to the bathroom and knelt down in front of the toilet and almost as soon as I had flung open the lid I was sick.
I threw up every last thing I had eaten last night, so maybe I had just eaten something bad.
I wearily walked back to bed and lay back down, Max was such a deep sleeper that he hadn't even stirred. If we ever have children I hope he passes that onto them.
In the morning Max had woken up before me and when I woke up he'd already begun to get ready.
"Morning schat." He said as he looked over while I sat up slowly in bed. He walked over and went to give me a kiss good morning but I pushed him away to stop him. "What's up?" He asked as he stepped back his brows now furrowed and his head tilted slightly.
"I feel sick." I responded before following it up to emphasise it. "Really sick." I added on, "I woke up in the night but you didn't hear." He nodded sheepishly before turning away and beginning to get ready again.
"Sorry." He apologised quietly, he always does that. Max always says sorry even if he's done nothing wrong, I think I know why but I've never really wanted to ask him.
Luckily today was only practice 1/2 so Max said that if I was ill I didn't have to come down with him.
"Have you got your period?" He asked as he handed me the self-heating pad I bring with me for my cramps and stomach aches. My eyes widened and I came to the realisation. "What?"
"I might be pregnant." I told him, his eyes widened too.
"Do you have a test on you or do you want me to go get one?" He asked, I thought for a moment before shaking my head. I did have one but I used it nearer there start of the season when my period was really late and it scared me a little bit. "I'll go get one." He nodded
"Thanks." I smiled he quickly whipped off the polo he had just changed into and put on a plain tee before rushing down to the chemist just next to the hotel.
Max entered the chemist and scanned over the shelves for pregnancy tests. Once he'd found them he walked over and stood looking at the, what seemed like millions of, different brands. He looked at them for a few moments before pulling his phone from his pocket.
"Which one do I get?" He asked me and I answered his call.
"Just get me a damn pregnancy test Max!" I huffed after he woke me up just after I'd drifted back off to sleep again.
