Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 42

Author's note:

Updating again because I totally forgot to upload this chapter last night! Hope you enjoy it! :D

Anyz .xx

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Mark’s POV:

"You swear it?" I whispered into her ear as we laid on her bed. She hadn't asked me if I wanted to stay and I didn't ask her if she wanted me to stay either - it was unnecessary to do so since we both knew that we wanted it.

"Mmmhmmm..." she nodded with her eyes closed and I saw her biting her lower lip as I grasped her skin with mine.

"Don't believe you..."

"Promise..." she said almost in a sigh and gasped when I slid my hand under her t-shirt to caress her soft skin.

"So you preferred New Kids on the Block?"

"Mark..." she chuckled "This chat isn't sexy---"

"I'm going somewhere with all this---" I said "You'll see..."

"Hope you do..." she smiled and took my face closer to hers, kissing me deeply.

"Yummy..." I teased and when I kissed her, she didn't kiss me back. She seemed to be thinking something else, her mind seemed to have gone back in time. "What is it?"

"Nothing---" she said smiling nervously "Remembered something..."

"Something--- good?" I frowned "Don't think so, by the look on yer face..."

"No, yeh, something good," Aimee told me lowering her eyes "Something really good..."

"Why do you look so sad then?" I took her chin in my fingers and asked "Can I know what it is?"

"Nope..." she breathed deep and looked at me again "Where were you going with the whole NKOTB issue anyways?"

"Nevermind..." I laid back on the bed and she cuddled close to me.

"Maahk...?" Aimee called my name with a British accent.

"Yeh?"

"Nothing..." she giggled "Just teasing..."

We remained silent for some time. As she played with the creases of my t-shirt and I caressed her face, I wondered what she was hiding. I knew about her abortion, although we hadn't talked more about that issue since the previous evening, but I saw no reason for which she should hide something else from me. Was I even that blind?

"Aimee...?" I called her attention after a while "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yup..." she turned her head round and rested it on my chest.

"Who was the father?"

"What are you talking about?" she smiled. Either she was completely oblivious where my question was coming from or she was pretending. If that was the case, she was really, really good.

"The father of your baby," I said seriously "The guy who left you..."

Aimee froze and had a deep intake of breath before she avoided my eyes and gave me an answer "Some guy... I don't even remember his name..." she lied.

"You know that's not true..."

"Yes, yes it is..."

"Why are you keeping things from me?"

"I'm not keeping anything from you, Mark!" Aimee sat up on the bed, moving away from me.

"Are you sure of that?" I retorted "It doesn't seem like you're being completely honest with me though..."