Fluffy Blankets with a Heaven-sent Heater ||Mark Oneshot||

Fluffy Blankets with a Heaven-sent Heater ||Mark Oneshot||

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The pain was overwhelming for her. She knew it was coming but she didn't expect it to come this early. It was a woman's monthly deathly week, in other word, period. Her stomach ached. Then the pain strike again and again, as if there was a monster kicking her belly from inside. The groaning sound she made echoed across the room. Fortunately, Mark was there. If he couldn't help to get the pain away, he would at least stay with her to make her feel less miserable. Even if he had to buy a thousand blankets and be a heater for his girlfriend. ~finished on 22.12.2015 a/n : published it on aff a long time ago cuz i prefer aff over wattpad XD too lazy to proof-read and edit it all :3 so expect "some" grammatical errors and prepare to cringe!!
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