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***Sebastian's POV***

"Fuck. Ow." My foot collides with the dresser. I swear to hell, I'm burning this massive piece of furniture.

"Babe? Do you need help?" Mark calls from near the bed.

"I'm fine." I whine through the pain. Am I fine? Hell, no. My toe is throbbing. I'm in pain. I would prefer to let them draw blood.

Grumbling all the way to the bathroom, I stumble to the toilet. A sigh leaves my lips as I release the full stream that was just punishing my bladder.

It's like everything is so damn sensitive. Every single pain is continuously amplified. I get it, I have an illness. But, must my body remind me relentlessly that I'm less than perfect.

It's frustrating. Really. I just want to be back on my A-game. Mark deserves that from me.

He doesn't want or need a pathetic boyfriend. Grown ass men shouldn't be in tears over a stubbed toe.

"Stop that." I peek my eyes over at Mark. He stands with crossed arms against the bathroom door frame. Mark eyes me suspiciously.

"Stop what?" I practically accuse Mark with my question. I'm not in the fucking mood this morning.

"Berating yourself for having a weakness. You're human, Sebastian. We all are." Mark stands over the sink, brushing his teeth.

"I don't see you fussing over something as simple as a bruised toe or a full bladder." I'm irritated, snappy. I can feel it work through me like a brush through knotted hair. I'm completely sensitive today.

"Well, open those denim blues. I threw the lamp last night because it was in my way. I'm not perfect either." Mark chuckles. I know he threw the fucking lamp. I heard it crash to the ground.

I don't blame him. The damn thing wouldn't stop flickering.

"I'm just tired." I shake off the emotions that are forcing their way out through any avenue.

Walking past Mark, I barely brush my fingers against his skin. I don't feel like being pampered. Anyone could just have a bad day. No, I'm having a whole fucking bad week, month and year.

"Please stop. For me. Just be yourself. Let it out." Mark wraps his arms around me. His chin rests on my shoulder while he pulls my back to his chest.

"You want me to be human? Be careful what you ask for babe." I kiss Mark's hand before turning in his arms.

"I want you to do whatever makes you feel better. I want you to say what is on your mind. If you feel something, I want to know about it. You can be honest without fear that you are pushing me away. I'm not going anywhere that doesn't lead me to you." Mark brushes his thumb over my cheek. I sigh in contentment.

He is right. I have to trust him.

"I'm angry because I'm not healing at the pace I expected to. I'm frustrated because a simple bruise feels like a punch to my stomach. I'm tired. I am tired of being so damn tired. I just want to get better so you don't have to watch me struggle. I just want to be fair to you." My words are as exhausted as I feel.

"Thank you. Now, you're stupid, love. I don't like watching you struggle. But, I don't see weakness. No, I see a man fighting for me. For yourself, yes, but for me as well, you fight. I see every obstacle you face, knowing that there are so many more that I can't begin to imagine. You are strong. I love you because you care so fucking much about how I see you. So, let's go there. I see you as beautiful, strong and incredible. I love every bit of you. I love this life that includes you. If it's not with you, for you, then I would not want it at all. Now, kiss me and stop being snippy." Mark raises his head while my lips find his.

I kiss my man like the last intake of air before you submerge yourself in water. He gives. I take and take and take. His delicious scent washes over me. His taste invades my tongue. Fuck, he is the beautiful one.

Pulling away, I stare at the heavenly creature that chooses me. I don't care why. I just know that he does.

"If you don't mind, I would live to take your cranky ass to breakfast. Would you mind?" Mark smiles at me with a hint of a smirk. Slapping him across the back of his head is a good idea. I don't. However, I am seriously questioning my resolve.

With a nod of my head, I give in. I want breakfast. Actually, I want a feast. One thing about all these meds is that I am hungry 24/7. It hasn't done much for me in the mass department. I can wish though.

I can't wait until the day when my strength is at one hundred percent. I'm going to throw this man down on the bed and fuck him like the beast I am. God have mercy on Mark Fletcher.

"Ready." I smile while waltzing passed Mark. His hand skims my hip, sinking his fingers into my back. Easily, I fall against his body. He can make me pudding without saying a word.

Mark walks us out of the room while shutting off the lights. I smile softly as his hands hold me in front of him. Everything I ever wanted is right behind me.

"Hey, breakfast?" Mark smiles at Mak. Mak nods his head before jumping up from Grey's lap. Grey lifts himself from the couch with ease, pulling his husband back into his hold quickly.

"Absolutely." Grey throws us his dashing smile. The two of them are a picture of perfection. It is easy to see how they complete one another.

We walk out of the apartment, piling into Mak's SUV. I don't know for sure why Mak insisted on a mom car, but I think it's his hopes of a family that fueled that decision.

The ride to the diner isn't long. Honestly, we could have walked. I think everyone is still leery of allowing me to be in my feet too long. I don't blame them. I still stumble on air. I may never be graceful on my feet again.

The thought sends an eye roll into the open air. Fuck, cancer screwed me so hard. I didn't even get an orgasm.

"Baby." Mark catches my chin in his two fingers. With a small tug, he pulls me to face him. Ashamed, I close my eyes. I can't stand being so fucking fragile.

"Sebastian, please look at me." Mark's fingers softly move across my jaw, delicately coaxing me to do as he asked.

With weariness, I open my watering eyes. I am too damn emotional. That's the real truth.

"I'm sorry." The words easily slip from my lips, an automatic response for how I feel lately.

"For what?" When I look at Mark's questioning eyes, I only see care, adoration and patience. It's hard to deserve someone so amazing.

"I don't mean to be so fickle." All my words seem useless. A shake of Mark's head confirms that he doesn't want my apology.

"Don't do that sweet man. Don't apologize for being human. We all are." Mark pulls me into his arms while I melt into his hold. Grey and Mak wait patiently by the car for my tantrum to pass.

"We can eat now." I pull away from the man who holds my heart in his tender hands. That ticking smile makes the sun beam. I swear to the gods, Mark stole the moon's light to give me that smile.

Mark's hand slips around my own. He squeezes confirmations into my flesh. I walk slowly beside him as we make our way into the diner.

Smiling faces, that greet us every morning, soften and brighten at our entrance. This place has become our norm. I love it.

Sitting down, I laugh silently as the door chime goes off in succession. Daddy Parker comes in with Amelia. Alex pushes Gav through the door. Kip and Mario pop in right behind them.

Suddenly, breakfast is a feast. I look around at each of their faces. Every heart is filled with love that pours out as smiles, laughter and small touches.

We order our food, waiting patiently for the coffee to brew.

"So, we kinda have a big reason for being here." Gavin claps as he stands. He's a show stopper. He knows it too.

Directing my attention to the boy, I focus on his announcement. My eyes immediately look for a ring. To my disappointment, one is no where to be seen. I'm gonna smack the hellfire out of my dear friend.

"We all know I'm persistent. I mean I got Daddy and all." Gav winks at his Daddy. I still wanna smack the shit out of Alex. "Anyways, after a few talks, I have some great news."

Gav walks to stand in front of Grey and Mak. Mario looks up from where Gav is leaning over Mario's broad shoulders.

"I have a friend. Her name is Tatyana. She is four months pregnant. She is not keeping the baby. She offered Daddy and I to adopt it. I am in no shape to tend after a child. So, Grey and Mak, Taty would love to meet with you too concerning you taking the child to raise as your own. She would love an open adoption. However, she is just as good with a closed one." Gavin makes it so simple, as he always does.

Mak makes us all stare for a brilliant moment. Mak falls into his hands. The boy's shoulders bounce as we hear small cries leaving his lips. Just like that, Gavin washes away my terrible day.

Grey picks up his weeping husband, pulling him into his arms. I know I see tears filling Greyson Parker's liquid chocolate eyes. He presses kiss after kiss to Mak's temple.

Not being able to stand it another minute, Martin jumps up from the table, lunging to swipe Gavin into a massive hug. Gavin wouldn't be Gavin if his tongue hadn't rolled to the side. Gavin smirks as he feels up Daddy Parker. Amelia giggles into her napkin.

"Gavin." Alex eyes Gav suspiciously, threatening him with his tone. Gavin squeals before unhanding Daddy Parker to land in his boyfriend's lap. Alex immediately kisses the boy's whole mouth, creating a show for the diner to witness.

"Thank you Gavin. We would be honored." Grey speaks above Mak's head. Mak peaks up with a smile that would make an angel jealous.

"Gav you seriously are a fucking star." Mak blows Gav a kiss. Theatrically, Gav grabs the kiss from the air, popping his hand over his mouth with a moan.

That boy is getting a spanking later. I just pray that Alex let's us enjoy the show.

"How did you pull that off?" Kip looks over at Gavin suspiciously. Gavin winks. I see his his horns that hold his halo in place. He pulled some wicked strings, no doubt.

"Let's just say, when it comes to my family, I don't stop until I'm satisfied." With that, Gav picks up the coffee the waitress sets down in front of him. Gav smiles around the rim as he holds it to his mouth.

Alex better marry that fucking kid. He's a god damn keeper.

"Do we know if it's a boy or a girl." Amelia lights up as the question leaves her lips.

"You will find out at the baby reveal. It's in three weeks." Gavin bounces in his seat.

This fucker has known for a bit.

"How did he manage to keep this a secret?" Martin asks the question that I am sure we are all wondering.

"A full mouth is a quiet one." Alex unapologetically shrugs while chuckling.

"Daddy fed me dick every time I thought I couldn't hold it." Gav has no filter, no fucking shame.

"I imagine you tried to tell often then." It's Martin who makes my coffee spew straight from my mouth, landing into the napkin that Mark dutifully pushes against my lips.

"Thanks." I whisper with a smile.

We can't go anywhere without having a show.