Everything was starting to fall into place in her head, and it wasn’t doing a
damn thing to soothe her stomach. The desperation to save her marriage.
Skipping her birth control. Trying to get pregnant with Derek’s child.
F a i l i n g . With him gone, she was waiting for her next cycle to start.
—-Only it didn’t.
“Two…. Two wee—-Oh, God.” The redhead was positively green as she
tried to answer him. A hand clamped down over her mouth and she
disappeared around the corner, falling to her knees to kiss porcelain.
Maybe now her nerves would calm down.
Her hands tangled in her long hair, holding it back from her face as she
retched, feebly flushing the contents of the toilet down in hopes that
Mark wouldn’t see her lunch if he chose to come in. “I’m sorry,” she
groaned, wishing she could disappear. He couldn’t possibly know what
she was sorry for, but it was a lot more than this. The remnants of tears
felt cool on her eyelashes as she squeezed her eyes shut again.
“What is wrong with me?” she whispered, mostly to herself.
❝I thought you were on ｂｉｒｔｈ ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ—❞
His whole world was flashing through his eyes. Still being the FRAT BOY Mark, now having to face the adult life decisions and consequences. Unsure of what to do in the moment, taking a few deep breathes as the room grew quiet, once Addison had rushed to the bathroom. He couldn’t quiet his thoughts, quick to scurry after her, cringing a little at the obvious morning sickness. Hearing the words made Mark squat down pressing his hand firmly to her shoulder, as the other helped hold her hand back.
❝Don’t say that Addison. Don’t ever say that. ❞
{ Derek’s going to kill me. Before he was going to kill me, but now he’s definitely going to kill me. How could I have fucked up so much.}
❝I guess this means I should cancel our
dinner reservation?❞ He added with a
quirky expression, trying to lighten
the mood that filled the room the
best he could.