Mark's pov
8 weeks and I didn't feel ill or sore in any way at all, it made me worry. Can it not happen again, oh no please I want to have another kid, I was on the verge of tears, Mark these things take time, it will happen. That night I prayed, because I really wanted this, I wanted another kid.
Jack pov
I overheard Mark, praying for another baby, I made sure Mark was asleep and then I prayed, God please answer Marks prayer, he's an amazing father, husband and person in general, he deserves this.
Mark pov
I woke up next morning feeling queasy, can this really be it, I mad a dash to the bathroom, Jack walked and stopped when he heard me. Mark, you alright, Jack it's amazing I think I might..... *pukes*.... Be pregnant again. That's amazing Markimoo, He said while rubbing his hand in circles on my back, I leaned my head back, and he moves my hair off my forehead. Hey Jack, can you make some eggs, pancakes and bacon for breakfast? Of course Mark. And now the moment of truth I grabbed the pregnancy test stick, waited, and I saw ++. I ran to the kitchen, Jack, look. He picked me up and kissed me. Tim was awake, and began to cry, I got him Jack. Hi my little biscuit, he made grabby hands for me, he clutched onto me. Awe Tim, what's wrong need changed, I sniff him, that's not it, then I tired giving him a bottle, and he smacked it out of my hand, he would not stop crying, I lift my shirt, and he immediately latched on, ow!! Tim not so hard. I still have sensitive nips, and Tim also had teeth growing in, so I had teeth marks around my nipples. I begin to burp him. And I set him in his play pin as Jack and I ate breakfast.