alice's pov: as i lay in bed with fp, i suddenly jolted up and felt sick. i ran to the toilet and started gagging. then, i threw up. i groaned. i heard footsteps approach me and i felt hands come down on my back. "alice" fp said. "are you okay?" "yeah i'm fine" i said once i finished hacking over the toilet. "i think it was something i ate last night." i said. "oh baby" fp said."i'll get you some water hold on" he left the bathroom, i felt him looking at me confusingly. i looked up at him and saw him quickly turn his head away from me, trying to hide the fact that he was staring.
when i looked up i noticed something in the half open medicine cabinet above the sink, and then it hit me. did we use protection? i cleaned myself up and walked into the kitchen to find fp filling a glass of water for me. i didn't question him about what i saw in the cabinet as i couldn't even think about that now and i didn't think he could either. "you good?" fp asked. "didn't know my cooking was that bad" he let out a small laugh which warmed me inside. "it may not be great but it was better than what you cooked for me last time" a small smile formed on our faces as we both knew what i meant.
"i still remember that night" he said sitting in the chair next to me. "i was so excited to cook for you and we got TOO distracted when waiting for the pasta to cook" i knew where this was going and it caused me to spit my water out when laughing.
