OUR LITTLE SECRET

Part 10

With your head over the toilet bowl, you violently threw up everything that had settled in your stomach earlier. After a few minutes, you stood up weakly, leaning against the wall and sighed.

You really did not want Cillian to see you like this but, since you were staying at his and Danielle's house, hiding from him was not really an option.

Eventually, you retreated from the bathroom and your cheeks flushed crimson as you caught sight of him watching you intently, concern etched on his face.

Suddenly aware of your appearance, you quickly glanced downward, hoping to find some sort of cover—only to discover that you hadn't changed since last night.

"Are you okay?" Cillian persisted gently, stepping closer despite your attempts to remain distant. His voice held genuine worry, making it impossible for you to resist.

"Yes. I think I may have eaten something wrong last night," you responded, avoiding eye contact. Cillian studied your pale complexion with concern. Involuntarily, his hand reached out towards yours, brushing his fingers delicately over your arm.

"Do you want me to make you a tea?" asked Cillian, offering a slight smile. His offer brought relief as you immediately realized the need for hydration. Despite feeling embarrassed, you hesitatingly nodded, grateful for his support.

Cillian swiftly prepared a hot cup of chamomile tea and handed it to you while Frank and your mother were in the guestroom, getting dressed for the day.

As you clutched the teacup, you gave him a small thankful smile. He returned the gesture with understanding, his eyes conveying sympathy.

Unable to contain his curiosity though as to whether there could be other reasons for your nausea though, he cautiously probed further.

"This might sound a bit weird, but you couldn't possibly be pregnant, right?" he whispered nervously your eyes shot wide in shock, almost knocking over the now empty cup in your hands.

"Pregnant?" you laughed scornfully, dismissing the idea.

"Well, we had sex on numerous occasions, so I was just wondering whether, you know, it could be a possibility?" Cillian confessed sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"I am on the pill, Cillian. Remember? We discussed this," you chuckled faintly, but inside you felt uneasy. Your heart raced faster than usual. Could it be possible? Nah, it can't be true. You reminded yourself sternly. You forced a brave smile, determined not to let this change your mood today and Cillian bought the act you put on. 

You only forgot to take one or maybe two of your pills since you started sleeping with each other and, surely, that wouldn't make a difference, right?

***

Meanwhile, Danielle finally emerged from the bedroom, yawning widely as she stretched her arms above her head. Her tousled blonde hair fell over one shoulder and, just as she approached you both, Cillian instinctively turned his attention elsewhere, unable to meet her gaze directly.

Her face bore traces of fatigue but beneath those tired features lay simmering resentment, barely concealed by polite conversation. It was clear that she sensed the growing distance between herself and Cillian lately, and she desperately wanted answers.

Unbeknownst to you and Cillian, the answers she sought were soon to be found - but they weren't going to be pleasant ones.

Later that day...

Hours later, Cillian and Danielle arrived back at their house in Dublin following their weekend trip to Cork with you, Sarah and Frank.

While Cillian spent some time playing with Max, Danielle unpacked their suitcase and hung-up their clothes in the bedroom. Upon hanging up Cillian's suit however, she noticed something unusual. There was something in his suit pocket.