A Love Like Ours || m.f.

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"I'm sick." I lied, feebly rubbing at my stomach while lying on the neatly made hotel bed.

"Sick with what?" Mark asked, walking from the bathroom to the bed.

"I don't know. I don't feel good." Yet another lie, but it was all for good reason.

Mark looked down at me while emptying his pockets onto the nightstand. I slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed and rested like it had made me dizzy. It really didn't. I peered down at my toes and smiled secretively.

"I'm just going to put my pajamas on and go to bed."

"Aw but babe~"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No don't be sorry. You don't feel good, I get it." He sighed.

I stood up carefully and walked over to the small suitcase we had packed. I heard Mark's footsteps behind me but I payed no attention to them as I thoroughly thought out my act. The air conditioning unit kicked on in the room for the seventh time and Mark cursed under his breath, shuffling to turn it off again.

"It's already freezing in here." He grumbled.

I knelt over and gripped my pajamas in my hand only to rush off to the bathroom right after. The door clicked shut behind me and I automatically turned on the faucet.

"Woah babe are you okay?" Mark sounded through the door.

I felt bad deceiving him like I was right after he had proposed to me, but I had to.

"I-I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute."

"You don't sound fine."

Bingo. I got him.

"Unlock the door."

I went into a sort of panic, tying my hair into a mess of a bun and rubbing the brim of my hairline with water from the faucet to look like sweat. I kept the faucet on then slipped my pajama shorts on, but not my top, leaving me in my sports bra leaning over the toilet. I didn't want to toot my own horn, but I was pretty convincing. The door creaked open moments after I unlocked it. I positioned myself to the side of the toilet and flushed it right before he walked in.

"Ok, I just want to clear things up, if there is something you aren't telling me, I'd like to know."

I froze in my position and stared blankly at the glistening tile lining the bathroom floor. He didn't know. There's no way he knew.

"(Y/n)..." He restated skeptically.

His bare feet stopped directly in front of me. He then crouched down so that we were level.

"You aren't pregnant are you?"

I wanted to laugh, but at the same time I was angry with myself. I was worrying him. He didn't need this right now. I finally brought my eyes up to meet his. My heart cracked a bit at his concerned face. I never wanted to hurt him. It's worth it. He'll get over it. It's worth it. I had to keep reminding myself of why I was doing what I was doing.

"I'm not pregnant. Just sick." I said lowly.

He tilted his head to the side and let out a drawn out breath. When he turned his head back to meet my eyes he looked less stressed out. Good.