heart strings

chapter 2

Mark's POV

I lay in bed, next to my brand new, and cute as all hell, husband. It felt like we had been married forever, but we only got married yesterday.

I was laying in bed awake. Instead of laying awake, remembering all of the wonderful memories from the wedding, I was still haunted by Jack'''s words from the other day: "For saving me from myself."

All I really did was send him to rehab. I all I did was help him to get rid of his horrible addiction. I didn't save him, did I?

Flashback

"Sean, are you ready for this?"

"I don't know, I'm really scared Mark, what if they don't take me in?"

"They'll take you, they take people like you all the time."

"I don't know..."

"Jesus f*cking christ Sean, they want to help you get rid of your addiction, they won't judge you. They want you to get better."

"ALL PEOPLE JUDGE DRUG USERS MARK!"

Flashback over

I sighed and rolled over. Try not to think about that year, you promised Jack you wouldn't. Eventually I forced myself to go to sleep.

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Jack's POV

I awoke in my new home to the smell of omelets. Yum. I threw off the covers and sat at the edge of my bed. I looked at my ring and smiled.

I meandered down stairs.

"Morning sleepy head!" Mark said cheerfully.

"Morning Markimoo," I yawned.

"I made you some coffee." He slid the cup to me over the breakfast bar.

"Thanks," I replied. I sipped my coffee.

Mark set an omelet on a plate and gave it to me.

"Thanks again babe," I said and gave him a saucy smile. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I chuckled.

"What are you trying to say Mr.Iplier?"

He strolled over to me with his omelet and sat next to me at the bar. Mark looked at me dead in the eyes and said:

"It's a dick joke."

I burst out laughing. HARD. I almost choked on my omelet. I couldn't breath.

Mark started to laugh at me laughing so hard. Soon we were gasping for air and tears were streaming down our cheeks.

"Oh my f*cking god," I said, wiping the tears off my face. "Why was that so funny?"

"I have no God damn clue." Mark said, still laughing. "We must be really tired or on dr-..."

All the fun and laughter stopped abruptly.

Mark looked at his feet nervously.

"Sorry Sean, I for-"

"Mark, look at me."

Mark turned his head to look up at me. Our eyes met.

God his eyes made my knees weak. They were such a dark chocolate brown, with an intense stare that made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"I have been clean for almost over a year now, it's alright." "You can joke about drugs and I won't suddenly go back to using them."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, c'mere you lil shit."

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a rough kiss.

Our tongues touched and my heart jumped. Every time we kissed, it was like I was falling in love with him all over again.

Every time I got to hold him in my arms, I always thought to myself, So this is what it's like to be happy. Perfectly happy.

We both reluctantly pulled away from our kiss.

"Are you positive it's ok?" Mark pressed.

I grabbed his hands and said "I will never go back to them, I promise."

Mark grinned.

"Ok Jack, but now you have to help me clean up."

"Fiiiiiiine."

As long as I don't lose you, I will be fine, I thought.

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thanks for reading chapter 2! i hopefully will upload a chapter a day.

-alyson