you make me ill - Stiles X Jackson - 18+ MPreg

9. Fish Guy Jax

Spoiler: Finally, they have sex in this chapter
October 29th, 2014
12:03 AM
  Stiles woke up in the middle of the night with some acid reflux. He was going to take some Tums and eat some bread. He had heard a water sound all night and finally found what it was. What he thought was a glass wall was now filled with water. He looked at the beautifully lit and decorated tank. There wasn't much fish in them yet, just two large reef fish to help circulate the water.

  "Stiles?" Jackson asked, walking to the bottom of the steps, "You weren't supposed to see that yet. I have more fish coming in the morning. I wanted to surprise you." Jackson said, slightly disappointed.

  "You surprised me, alright," Stiles smiled, walking down the stairs smiling. Jackson calmed down when he saw that he was happy.

  "Can't sleep?"

  "Eh... I have acid reflux bad tonight," Stiles said, and Jackson raised an eyebrow, "Bile comes up into my throat and sits there, probably due to having spaghetti before going to sleep,"

 

  "Gross,"

  "Thanks," Stiles said sarcastically as he grabbed some Tums from the cupboard.

  "Wait," Jackson snatched the Tums from him, "Can you have these while you're pregnant?"

  "Yeah?" Stiles asked, confused as he pointed to the back of the carton. Jackson handed him the carton with a smile from Stiles. "Dork," He said with a giggle, taking some Tums and putting them back. He took the fresh bread out of the bread box, slicing some to toast in the oven. "Want some Jax?"

  "Oh yeah..." Jackson said, distracted by looking at Stiles' ass.

  "Toast, do you want some toast," Stiles scoffed as he tinged red slightly.

  "Um... yeah..." he blushed and rushed into the living area before he could embarrass himself anymore.

  Stiles slid a pad of butter and garlic on Jackson's toast and left his plain. He grabbed a soft blanket from the blanket closet to lay on the couch next to Jackson. "You can knit?" Stiles asked as he saw some crocheting needles tucked behind him.

  "Ugh... crochet," Jackson groaned and palmed his face, annoyed, "you are horrible with surprises..." he muttered. Having a filthy rich family, Jackson could do many pointless hobbies from being bored in the large house he grew up in. Crochet, knitting, sewing, painting, scrapbooking, journal keeping, arts and crafts, woodworking, restoring vintage items, and the most pointless... paper airplanes.

  "Wouldn't that mean you're horrible with surprising people?" Stiles giggled, reaching to grab the project.

  "Quit it, you're gonna frog it," Jackson chuckled, "I'll show you," he mumbled and stood, grabbing the garment to show Stiles. "I... already have one done. I am making four since Deaton said you're most likely going to have four,"