All About The Girl || rsl & r5

29

Madison's POV

I was so proud of Ross and the release of his new album. Once it was available on iTunes, it pretty much skyrocketed to number one, giving us another reason to celebrate. And Ross' idea of a celebration? An impromptu trip to Disney World. My jaw had practically dropped when Ross announced it and held up two plane tickets that would leave later that day, leaving me only with a few hours to pack.

I thought he was absolutely crazy, but I felt a bubble of excitement at the little adventure.

I had never been to Disney World, let alone Florida, having Disney Land not too far from our house. I had always wanted to go to Disney World and see the differences both parks had. I had heard that the Florida park was bigger and better, but I needed to see it with my own eyes.

There was no time to bring up our conversation that was forcibly put on pause at his release party, and I thought I was going to go crazy. I needed to tell him what was going on, but I needed to do it in private. I was afraid of his reaction, terrified of it.

My stomach had settled down, giving me a break from the nausea, but I should've expected it to act up again when the plane took off. Because we weren't allowed to get out of our seat, I held onto my stomach as I fought the waves of nausea that were crashing over me. Ross took one look at me, my hand over my mouth as well, and ushered me to place my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me, soothingly rubbing his hand up and down my back.

"I guess I should've waited for this trip until you felt better," he murmured, kissing the top of my head repeatedly. "Sorry, Mads."

I shook my head, telling him it was okay. He didn't know what was going on, so he had no reason to believe that I wouldn't be better. This surprise vacation was so sweet, and I hated the continuous waves of nausea that would hit me like a truck. I didn't want this to ruin our trip

By the time we landed, grabbed our luggage, and made it to the hotel, I had thrown up at least four times. I could see the worry hidden behind Ross' eyes every time I exited the bathroom, my arm thrown across my stomach. When would this end?

"Maybe this was a mistake," Ross announced as I buried my head in his chest, exhausted from throwing up. It completely drained the energy out of me, and my throat ached.

"No. It wasn't." I tilted my head back to look at him, gently rubbing my thumb against his forehead to remove the worry lines forming. Now would be the perfect time to tell him, but I couldn't form the words. It was like I was frozen as I opened my mouth, the words getting caught in my throat. I'm such a coward. "I just need some sleep and I'll be okay. I don't want to ruin this trip for us. I'll be fine by tomorrow." Liar.

Despite the hesitancy in his eyes, he nodded and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Well, get into bed and I'll go get us some food. And ginger ale for you." Before I could protest, he already had me in bed, tucking me in like a child. My eyes fought to stay open as my body hit the soft mattress. It was really comfortable.

I tried to think of a way to tell him the news while he was out, going over different scenarios in my head. Because I was so nervous, most of them were negative that involved Ross storming out and leaving me stranded in Florida with no way home. I knew I was being ridiculous. Ross loved me too much to do that. I was just scared and tired.

I wanted to tell him. I needed to tell him.

But I had fallen asleep before he returned to the room.

~*~

I had embraced my nausea free morning, taking a shower so I would feel more refreshed. Ross was still asleep by the time I stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a blue romper with my hair drying in it's natural waves. I opted to go with no makeup, not wanting the heat of the Florida sun to ruin it. It felt nice to be fresh faced.