Mark cradled Jack throughout the night, watching over him carefully. The storm raged on and Mark's heart broke as Jack flinched every time a crack of lighting boomed overhead

Morning came and Mark, who hadn't gotten any sleep, checked on Jack. He was doing a little better, but not by much. He took Jacks hand into his own and ran his thumb over his knuckles anxiously.

He perked up as he heard a soft groan coming from the little angel "m...mark?" He croaked, struggling to open his eyes. Everything hurt like hell and he felt dizzy.

Mark felt his eyes well with tears "Y-You're okay..." He said, all the stress lifting off his chest. He kissed his forehead and helped him sit up "I made something for you to eat..." He said sheepishly

He set a lukewarm bowl of oatmeal on his lap. Jack didn't question where it came from, but Mark explained anyways "I had Tyler bring it here" He said, lifting the spoon to Jack's mouth

Jack reluctantly ate, feeling sick. He felt guilt settle in his chest as he remembered why he felt so sick. He gently pushed away the oatmeal, looking away from Mark

Mark noticed and set the spoon down "Jack, I know something is wrong. Why did you fly out here?" He said softly, frowning when he got no response. He gently took Jack's chin into his forefinger and thumb, making Jack look at him

Jack's eyes burned and welled up with tears, feeling more guilt gnaw at him. He tried to speak, but he broke down crying, the words tumbling out "I-I looked at a book, and...and"

Mark shushed him, cupping his cheek "Hey, calm down. Just take a deep breath, okay?" He soothed, kissing his forehead "Just tell me what's wrong" He said, slightly sternly

Jack looked up at him, his lip trembling. He swallowed hard and sucked in a deep breath "I'm pregnant"