Mark clutched his stomach, extruding last nights contents into the toilet bowl. That happened a lot lately. The front door opened "Baby~" Johnny called from the living room. "Mark? Where are you? I got Denny's and-" Johnny paused when he discovered Mark hovering over the toilet.
Dropping the large plastic bag he was holding, Johnny quickly knelt beside him and rubbed his back. "Did you get drunk again?" Mark shook his head, gripping the toilet seat and successfully standing up.
"I'm alright now, it's just a stomach bug" Mark assured Johnny and left the bathroom, Johnny trailed behind him, a concerned look plaguing his face.
Softly opening the fridge door, Mark spotted one of the waterbottles he had put in the back, hiding it from himself for when he really needed it.
Reaching his hand out he managed to grab the cold bottle from the grip of the milk and pickle jar. Swiftly opening the bottle, Mark chugged the cool liquid until there were only droplets in the plastic bottle. Johnny widened his eyes as Mark rushed back to the bathroom and continued vomiting, Johnny followed behind and attempted to help.
Mark finished and silently walked back to the bedroom. Johnny came in soon after and lied next to him. "So no Denny's today?" Mark shook his head, curling up into a fetal position. Johnny wrapped his arms around Mark's waist, massaging his stomach in hopes of him feeling better.
Hours later, Mark shifted around. He was hungry. Too hungry. Mark released himself from the grip of a sleeping Johnny and went to find the dropped bag of food.
Soon spotting it on the kitchen table, Mark looked through it. It had all the things Johnny and him would usually get from Denny's, even down to the oddly specific six butter packets. Mark sighed, he should've eaten it when it was still hot. The microwave would have to suffice for now.
A few beeps later and the food was radioactively warm. Mark cronched down on the waffle sandwich he had made himself. It was legit just three waffles stacked together with bacon and eggs in between the waffles.
Nevermind, that was not a sandwich, that was most definitely a waffle cake.
"I thought you were sick?" Johnny stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching Mark devour the food in front of him. Mark paused. "I don't know either, but I got really hungry and I haven't thrown up yet so" Mark shrugged and continued eating the monstrosity that he created. Johnny smiled and sat down across from him, occasionally wiping away the crumbs and grease that would appear on the corners of his mouth.
Mark thought a moment. "Johnny...what if..."
"What if?"
"What if I'm pregnant?"
"Let's not assume things, it still could just be a stomach bug" Johnny smiled and ruffled his hair. "I'll get a test, I wont be too long" Johnny grabbed his keys off of the counter and headed to the convenience store.
Not even ten minutes later, Johnny walked back in with a plastic bag. "I'm back~" Johnny said in a sing-songy voice. Mark smiled and placed the dish he was cleaning into the drying rack. "Do you wanna do one now and one later?" Johnny asked, showing the two pregnancy tests. "I also have a third one just in case the first two have opposite answers" Mark smiled "You really thought of everything huh?" Johnny nodded and handed one of the tests to Mark.
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Mark bit his lip in anticipation. The test sat on the counter between the couple. Johnny noticed his nervousness and went to comfort him.
Hugging him from the back, Johnny swayed their bodies side to side. "Baby~ it's okay, stop being so nervous" Johnny said lowly into Mark's ear. Normally Mark would've hit him for making his heart explode like that but he low-key needed it.
Mark was the first to peek at the test. Two red lines appeared on the small screen. Mark started crying and he didn't know why. Johnny soon looked at it, no expression was found on his face. "You should go do the other one, just to make sure" Johnny said after a few seconds of silence.
The second test came up with the same result. Leaving both Mark and Johnny in shock.
"I want to keep it" Mark smiled
"Uh, Mark, I'm sorry, I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore."
"..what?"
"Its just..nevermind" Johnny finished and walked out.
Mark sat on the couch and let the realization sink in.
Mark POV
I..just lost the love of my life, and over what? Some fetus that decided to crawl up my ass in the middle of the night and implant itself in my stomach? I sighed. This stupid baby.
...
Actually no, I don't mean that. I'll still love you even if your biological father won't. You deserve to be loved, even if you tore us apart.
Author POV
Mark clutched his shirt, biting his lip in an attempt to stop from crying, which obviously didn't work since the couch was getting soaked. Mark let out broken sobs, stifled by the mucus collecting in his airways.
...
It had been a few hours, mark only sniffled every now and then. "You know what? I'm gonna be strong for you baby" Mark pat his tummy a few times.
The doorbell rang. "Oh shit, my tacos" Mark mumbled and quickly got up to get the door.
Turning the doorknob, Mark peeked at the doorstep to see if the taco dude had left the food there, but he saw Johnny instead.
"Why are you here?" Mark was tensing up because of how hard he was trying to not break down again.
"Markie, did you cry?" Johnny noticed his puffy eyes and went to touch his face. Mark swiped his hand away.
Johnny sighed. "I'm sorry I made you cry baby, but it was for a good reason."
"Then what was the damn reason that you made me bawl my eyes out so hard for John?" Mark glared at Johnny who only smiled. "This" Johnny slipped a ring on his finger. Mark attempted to speak but it only came out in broken letters. Mark looked farther up and saw a banner that was hung up in a tree. It read "I don't want to be your boyfriend, I want to be your husband" Mark looked at the ground.
Jesus was he really gonna just give in like this?
...
Answer? Yes. Mark jumped onto Johnny, latching onto him like a koala. "You motherfucker, never do that again." Mark nuzzled his face into Johnny's neck. Johnny smiled and walked into the house, setting Mark down on the couch and laying on top of him.
"Bitch you're fuckin heavy, move" Mark attempted to move Johnny from crushing his chest but failed to do so. Johnny moved down and lifted Mark's shirt up, pressing his lips against the bare skin of his stomach, soon littering kisses across Mark's tummy.
"S-top! It ti-ckles" Mark giggled, snacking Johnny's head lightly. Johnny hummed contently and laid his head against Mark's stomach, listening to the alien noises of his fiancee's organs.
"I think its trying to talk to me" Johnny stated
"Dumbass, it doesnt even know you exsist yet" Mark replied, petting Johnny's head.
"No no, let me listen"
A few minutes of silence passed
"Why the hell does this child know what Lu is?"
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Oh lord that took me way too long.
As of right now, I have like six drafts for this book and I've been procrastinating on this one so I dont get the others done-
Its basically a domino effect -_-
Kay bye