Jack rested his head forward onto Mark's shoulder, whispering to him. "Why can't I control this? It just hits me so hard and overwhelms me". Mark kissed Jack's shoulder, listening to him munch up the last of his cookie, before telling him in a deep reassuring voice that purred. "I know. I'm not helping... but I'm trying. This is hard on both of us". Jack leaned back, closing his eyes as a tear slid down his cheek. Mark brushed the tear away with his thumb, pressing his forehead to Jack's and telling him warmly. "Jack? Keep your eyes closed for me and just... feel me". Mark very slowly ran his hands down Jack's neck and shoulders. When Jack looked relaxed, he leaned in, pressing his warm lips tenderly against Jack's. Mark kissed him so softly, trying to show him that he wasn't pressuring him. Jack stayed close to him, shifting off him and back across the bed. 

Mark shifted onto his side, half leaning over Jack, not wanting to break their kiss. Jack's shaky hand slid up Mark's bare arm to his shoulder. Mark let his hand drift down Jack's back to his hip, where he tentatively slipped his fingers under his shirt. Mark had only lifted the shirt an inch, before Jack's hand shot down from his shoulder to push it back down. Jack broke the kiss, looking unsettled, but Mark simply moved his hand away and started kissing him again. He wouldn't mess with it if Jack was so sensitive about it. Instead, he rested his hand on Jack's thigh. When Jack was relaxed again, Mark trailed his hand up to ties of Jack's sweat pants. Pulling the string loose, he whispered against Jack's lips. "What do you want me to do"? Jack swallowed nervously, before trying to answer breathlessly. "I... We could...".

Jack winced, but took hold of Mark's wrist as he turned his body away from Mark. Jack then carefully shifted back against Mark, pulling Mark closer against him. Mark smiled to himself, understanding. Tenderly kissing Jack's neck, he started to push Jack's pants down to uncover his pale skin. Jack hugged a pillow to his chest, mumbling out shakily. "Mark...? Do you have... Protection"? Mark chuckled against Jack's throat, asking playfully. "A bit late for that, don't you think? You think I can get you pregnant, while you're pregnant"? Jack looked over his shoulder with dark eyes, retorting seriously. "You didn't think I could get pregnant the first time. Do you really want to make this worse"? Mark processed that for a second, then nodded in agreement, saying. "Point taken. I'll get it".

Mark fished out a condom from his bedside table, unwrapping it and pushing his pants down. When he had rolled it onto himself, he nestled back behind Jack. Jack raised his leg to drape over Mark's leg, guiding Mark's hand down between his legs. As Mark's fingers curled around Jack's cock, Jack gasped and arched back against him. Mark playfully nibbled on the point of Jack's ear, purring out to him. "Just say when". Jack buried his head against the pillow, panting heavily as Mark started to stoke him with long slow strokes. Mark changed from nibbling his ear to leaving love bites along his neck. Jack's soft moans and the way his body quivered against him was driving Mark crazy. He wanted to be in Jack already. It was taking all his will power not too. When Mark's hand started to feel wet, he picked up the pace of his strokes and Jack's grip on the pillow tightened.

Mark kissed his warm red cheek, encouraging Jack to pant harder and moan louder. One of Jack's hands grabbed Mark's stroking wrist tightly and his panting became strained as he looked over his shoulder to meet Mark's eyes. Mark stopped stroking Jack's cock, asking a little breathless himself. "Now"? Jack could only nod, before he shifted back into the pillow. Mark quickly applied lude to Jack's ass, then held onto his hip as he carefully pushed in. Jack winced, clutching the pillow tighter, but relaxed shortly after. Mark took it slow and tried his best not to lose his self-control. He didn't want to hurt Jack... Or the baby. He wanted to go fast, but kept himself at a pace somewhere in between. Slow or fast, the result was the same. Mark's panting grew louder, until he had to shift one of his arms closer to the headboard for the added support.

Jack guided Mark's other hand off his hip back to his cock, but Mark felt terrible. All he could do was wrap his fingers around it and lightly stroke it. His body was just too distracted. The moment his body tensed up and pulled Jack back against him, he felt Jack go off in his hand. Mark's body didn't want to move, but he forced himself to lay back away from Jack. Mark stiffly pulled the condom free and dropped it in the small trash can by his bed. He was feeling so tired now. Jack stiffly shifted over to face him, nestling up against him as he sleepily started to drift off. Mark wrapped an arm around Jack's shoulders, while Jack sleepily told him. "I love you, Mark". Mark played with Jack's hair, whispering back. "I love you too. Get some rest, Jack".

By morning, they had showered and were waiting in the hospital's waiting room. Today was the day that Jack was scheduled to have the ultrasound. This would be the moment that decided everything. Jack had been so restless all morning. He was biting his nails and shuffling around. Mark tried to calm him down, but the more he tried to keep Jack still, the more Jack started to hyperventilate. Finally, Jack just started to pace the length of the waiting room. Nothing Mark said was calming him down. So, he resorted to sitting Jack down on the floor between his legs and forcing him to listen to music on his phone as he rubbed his shoulders. The calm music got Jack to settle down, until he was resting his head against Mark's knee and humming quietly to himself.

When Dr. Asher finally called Jack's name, Jack wrapped an arm around Mark's leg, pleading with him softly. "Come with me? Please"? Mark nodded, taking Jack's hand and leading him down the hall to a private room. Dr. Asher gestured toward the table, telling Jack casually as he slipped on gloves.  "Just take a seat there, Mr. Mcloughlin and we'll check you out". Jack climbed up onto the table, but never released Mark's hand. He had a death grip on it. Mark rubbed Jack's hand, trying to help him relax. Mark hadn't seen him act like this unless he was battling his fear of heights. Dr. Asher pulled a machine closer and slipped into his chair beside the table. As Dr. Asher lifted a scanner and coated it in blue gel, he told Jack calmly. "I'm going to need you to lift your shirt. The gel will feel very cold, but try to breath through it. This will tell us what is going on".

Jack's hand shook as he reluctantly pulled his shirt up over his stomach. Dr. Asher raised the scanner to place it on Jack's stomach and Jack gasped loudly. Mark pulled Jack's hand against his chest to show some kind of support, while trying to sneak a look at the black and white screen. Dr. Asher slowly slid the scanner around Jack's stomach very slowly, his eyes looked on the screen with a weird look. Jack turned his eyes up to Mark, asking really nervously. "What is it? What can you see"? Mark shrugged honestly. He didn't know what he was looking at. There was just a lot of white in a black background. Dr. Asher moved the scanner lower toward Jack's pelvis and raised an eyebrow with a concerned look. Jack shifted in the seat, practically yelling out. "WELL"?!

Dr. Asher removed the scanner from Jack's stomach, turning in his chair to look him in the eyes as he stated coolly. "I'm not sure how this happened... but it looks as if your body has developed a womb. Your body has condensed things in order to make room for it. Which explains the blood that you've been expelling. It's unusual and I'll have to verify this with a few other doctors to be sure". Jack held Mark's hand tighter, almost too afraid to ask. "Ok... So, this means that I'm..."? Dr. Asher removed his gloves, answering very calmly. "Yes. You are pregnant and from what I can see they are doing just fine". Jack's eyes widened in horror. Dr. Asher didn't take notice as he turned the screen to show them the image, saying. "As you can see here. There is two babies. In about another month we will be able to know what sex they are. For now, I'll run these images to a few professionals and we will figure out exactly how this happened. Ok"?

Jack slowly sat up, asking very shaken up. "You're telling me that I'm pregnant with twins"? Dr. Asher nodded, suddenly looking a little nervous. Mark tried to release Jack's hand, but Jack's grip was only getting tighter, before he turned to look at him and shouted out aggressively. "YOU KNOCKED ME UP WITH TWINS"! Mark pried his hand out of Jack's grip, replying much calmer. "Hey! I didn't do anything". Jack swung his legs off the table, snapping back. "YOU SUPPLIED THE SWIMMERS, MARK"! Mark raised a hand, trying to think of a retort but he had nothing. Jack whipped around, his heated attitude seeming to vanish as he asked the doctor sweetly. "Any chance you can schedule HIM to get fixed"? Mark flinched, cupping his balls protectively and whining out. "Come on, Jack... Hit me if you want too... but don't threaten the boys. It wasn't completely their fault".

Dr. Asher chuckled softly, rising from his seat and telling them. "I'll give you a few minutes and set up your next appointment, alright"? Jack nodded and Mark waited for Dr. Asher to leave, before walking up behind Jack. Jack had his arms wrapped protectively around his stomach and was taking deep breaths. Mark wrapped his arms around Jack's shoulders, whispering to him lovingly. "You're not alone in this. I'm here". Jack shook his head, straining out. "Mark... I'm scared. What's going to happen to me"? Mark sighed, pressing his lips to Jack's shoulder, before he told him seriously. "I think you should talk to my mother". To Be Continued...