Mark pushed his chair away from the desk, asking Jack in the sweetest voice he could. "Come here". Jack moved off the doorframe, mumbling out. "You don't have to stop for me. Go ahead and play". As Jack dragged his feet, inching toward him, Mark removed his headphones off his shoulders. Jack stopped an arms distance away, mumbling out to him. "Mark...". Mark reached out to take Jack's wrists, pulling him closer as he looked up into his eyes to say softly. "Shh, Just come here". Mark coaxed Jack to straddle his lap, before wrapping his arms around him and whispering against his shoulder a little worried. "Jack... I'm not going to tell you what to do. It's your body and you know it better than me. But please don't shut me out. Blame me... Yell at me if you have too... Just don't keep things from me". 

Jack leaned back to say something, but Mark cupped his face tenderly to silence him. Staring into Jack's deep blue eyes, Mark told him very seriously. "Your greatest fear might be getting stabbed and cut open... but mine is loosing you". Mark moved his hands an inch away from Jack's face, adding in. "I can't help you through this if you don't let me try. I'm scared too". Jack took Mark's wrists, sliding them over his own shoulders as he leaned in to kiss Mark lovingly. When Jack broke the kiss, his whispered back to him with a smirk. "That's why I'm trying to save you. I don't know how this is going to turn out. I'm trying to save you from the pain". Mark shook his head, pressing his forehead to Jack's as he muttered out slightly stern. "Seeing you struggle with this alone is causing me pain, Jack. Not knowing what is going on... it hurts more, than knowing".

Mark rubbed his hands up and down Jack's arms, watching him smile meekly. He loved when he smiled like this. He was so beautiful and innocent sometimes. Mark leaned back in the chair, while Jack rested his head against his shoulder. Mark turned his attention back to the game, asking curiously. "Where's my mother"? Jack yawned, before sleepily telling him. "She's making dinner. She told me to go to bed. Something about saving my energy and getting off my feet". Mark chuckled softly to himself. That sounded like his mom. For a time, only the soft 'clicks' of the computer mouse could be heard in the room. Mark thought about putting Jack to bed, but he didn't want to move him. Jack seemed comfortable resting on him. He liked having Jack so close. It made him feel good. He even started to hum to himself as he played, hoping to keep Jack relaxed.

Then as Mark started a new game, Jack jerked his head up off his shoulder. Mark released the mouse to look at him, when Jack suddenly grabbed his hand and placed it under his shirt to his stomach. Mark raised an eyebrow, asking him with concern. "Are you alright"? Jack looked startled by something, keeping Mark's hand to the spot like it was keeping something in. Mark was starting to think that he should call for his mother, when he felt it. Something brushed his palm under the skin. Mark stopped breathing in shock. There really was something inside Jack. He knew there was... but to really feel them inside him was magical. Jack licked his dry lips nervously, asking him breathlessly. "You felt that too, right"? Mark nodded still a bit stunned, before letting out a chuckle.

Jack didn't smile until he did, telling him in a hushed tone. "Mark... I think I want to keep them". Mark blinked, locking eyes with him. Jack swallowed nervously, mumbling out. "I... I don't know why... but I just-". Jack was having trouble looking him in the eyes now. He was desperately trying to think of a reason to convince him why he felt the way he did. So, Mark silenced him by tenderly gripping his jaw, turning his face back to look at him, before saying sweetly. "I support whatever you choose to do. As long as it is what YOU want". Jack placed a tender kiss to his lips as a response. However, it didn't last nearly as long as Mark wanted it too. Their kiss had been cut short by his mother's gentle voice lightly scolding him. "Mark Edward Fischbach! What is he doing out of bed"? Jack broke the kiss, leaning away from Mark's shoulder to giggle softly.

Mark removed his hand from under Jack's shirt, stating lightly in his own defense. "Mom, I was just-". His mom cut him off, crossing her arms over her chest as she interrupted. "Oh, I know exactly what you were doing, Mark. I send him in here to get some sleep and you just couldn't keep your hands off him. No wonder he's tired. You don't let him sleep"! Mark pointed to Jack's stomach, starting to say. "Mom, listen. I was just-". His mom raised her hands defensively, loudly cutting him off. "AHHH, I don't need to know! I know how it works"! His mother inched closer to tap Jack's shoulder, telling him in a stern motherly voice. "You. Get off your feet and into bed". Jack chuckled, climbing off Mark's lap. Mark shot Jack a questionable glare, smugly asking. "Aren't you going to say something"? Jack climbed over the bed, telling Mark with an amused smile. "No. She's your mother".

Jack laid back against the bed, then winced and sat upright. Mark launched from his chair to his feet. It had sounded painful. His mother pushed past him to reach Jack, asking lightly. "What happened"? Jack started to lay back down, mumbling out hesitantly. "I just felt a pain in my back. It's gone now. I'm alright". Mark tried to move closer, but his mom pushed him back. She sat down on the edge of the bed, lifting Jack's shirt and running her hands lightly over his stomach and sides. Mark shifted uncomfortably in the silence. He was silently praying that everything was alright. His mom's hands suddenly flattened against Jack's stomach and she grinned brightly, telling him. "They are starting to move, huh"? Jack nodded, taking a deep breath. His mom stroked Jack's stomach, telling them both calmly. "You're going to start feeling some discomfort. Especially, when they start to kick. For now, just breathe and I'll have Mark bring you your dinner".

His mom rose off the bed with a smile, grabbing Mark's elbow as she started to walk him out, saying bluntly. "Come on. He needs to rest. Come help me in the kitchen". Mark tried to resist her, pointing to Jack. He wanted to stay with him, but his mom continued to drag him out of the room. Jack laughed, listening to Mark's mother tell Mark sternly. "He's a big boy. He can take care of himself for awhile". She lead him out into the kitchen, before she began to hop with excitement. Mark gestured back toward his room, asking her in a low voice. "So? He's alright"? His mom waved a dismissive hand at him, excitedly answering. "Oh, ya! He's just fine! I can't believe I felt them move! I'm going to be a grandmother"! Mark could only smirk, before his mother practically jumped into his arms. Wrapping him in a tight hug, she happily told him. "I can't wait to see them. I hope you have little girls. I've always wanted girls".

Mark's smile faded a bit as he thought about what his kids might be. Did he want them to be boys or girls? Did he want one of each? Would they look like him or Jack? The more he thought about it, the more he found himself smirking about one thing. Hugging his mom back, he told her sweetly. "Whatever they are... I just hope that at least one has his eyes". His mom pulled away, hopping excitedly in place as she tried to contain herself. "A blue eyed Asian baby. Oh! I would love to see that! Especially, on a little girl"! Mark rolled his eyes with a smile. First it was grandkids... Now she wanted them to be girls... Would the list never end? His mom turned away beginning to fill bowls of soup from her large pot, telling him suddenly very softly. "Your father would be so proud of you".

Mark shifted uncomfortably, saying lightly. "I hope so. I know that... Jack wasn't who you were expecting, when I first told you about this". His mom set down a bowl, gently telling him. "I was expecting you to bring home a nice girl". Mark lowered his eyes to the floor, grimly telling her. "I was going to tell you and dad... I wanted to tell you... But-". His mother lifted his chin with her fingers, putting a bowl carefully in his hands as she asked him with a smile. "Mark... Does he make you happy"? Mark looked her in the eyes and nodded honestly. His mother smiled then, telling him lovingly. "Than that is all I need to know. You didn't bring home a nice girl, but you brought home a very nice boy. I like him. He's good for you. I can tell". Mark rolled his eyes and she swatted his shoulder, telling him in that motherly voice again. "Now, go take that to him, before it gets cold".

Mark headed back down the hallway to his room. At the open doorway, he stopped short to listen. Jack was singing softly to himself. Peeking inside, he saw Jack was sitting up cross-legged on the bed. Jack had his earbuds in and was flipping through one of his mom's family albums. He was looking at Mark's old baby pictures. Mark watched him for a bit. Every so often Jack would smile and rub his stomach. Was he thinking about how the babies would look too? Was there something that he hoped the babies would have? Jack suddenly glanced up, giving him a warm smile as he tugged out his earbuds, telling him. "Oh, good. She let you go. I wanted to talk to you about something". Mark moved closer to sit on the edge of the bed, handing off the bowl as he chuckled out. "What is it"? Jack took a few spoonful's of soup, before leaning away to grab something out of a small box on the bed.

Mark picked up the photo album, looking it over for a second. When Jack placed a book on the album to get his attention. Mark couldn't help grinning a little as Jack leaned in close to his ear to whisper hopefully. "Should we do it? I'm curious what you will pick". Mark took the book, starting to flip through a few pages as he mumbled out. "Alright. I'll pick five and you pick five. Then we can argue over the winners". Jack began to eat, while watching him scan through the book of baby names. To Be Continued...