His Name isn't His Story (Jaspar/Zalfie FT. Phan and Youtubers) MPREG

Chapter 20.

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||WARNING!: There will be smut in this chapter. If you do not like it, I will be posting where the smut is located into the chapter and you can skip it. :)||
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Joe's Point of View.
I wake up to Caspar and the others missing from the couch. "Assholes.." I whisper, sitting up. I grab my phone and look at the time. Noon. I groan and stand up, walking towards the toilet and use it. I go to the sink, washing my hands and start brushing my teeth when I start feeling queasy again, like I did last night. I groan, rushing to the toilet, raising the seat and vomiting into the bowl. I take a deep breathe, only to vomit up more flem and acid. I take a deep breathe and flush down the disgusting acid from my stomach. I stand up, brushing my teeth and going down to my room so I can get dressed for my meeting. I grab my usual black skinnies, Caspar's jumper, socks and my boots. I slip everything on and rush back upstairs, to get in my uber.

Caspar's Point of View.
I need to text Joe, he has a meeting today but my phone died and I'm in town. I keep walking around, hoping to find someone, I might know or grow the courage to ask for someones phone to call him. I frown, finally walking up to a stranger and tap on their shoulder. "Yes?" She mumbles, turning around. "Autumn!" I say, she looks up and smiles widely. "Hello Caspar!" She exclaims and hugs me, careful not to dump either of our coffees. "What's up?" She asks, taking a sip from her steaming coffee. "Do you have Joe's number?" I ask her quickly, she nods. "Of coarse, why?" She mumbles, I praise the lord. "Can I borrow it? Mine died. He has a meeting and I'm terrified, he's not up and isn't at the meeting." I ramble, making her grin. "Here." She comments, handing over her, unlocked phone. I quickly send him a text, reading over it.

To: Joseph! ;*
Hey Joe, it's Caspar! My phone died and I luckily ran into Autumn in town. You're late for your meeting, most likely. Wake up, babes!

From: Joseph! ;*
Hey lovely! I'm awake and just finished my meeting. I was wondering where you were this morning. I'll meet you in town?

To: Joseph! ;*
He said yes and ran off to Starbucks. Meet him there?

From: Joseph! ;*
Of coarse!

Joe's Point of View.
I chuckle at my dork of a boyfriend and I tell my driver to head to Starbucks in town. Once we had arrived, I payed him and entered the coffee shop, not seeing Caspar. I purse my lips, thinking "Where is that blonde boy?". I sit at a table, crossing my arms, waiting for my idiot of a boyfriend.

An hour went by before I frown, getting up and started to leave. "Joe?" Caspar yells, I look over to see him with a hat on. I walk over and sit by him. "I was wondering where you were." He chuckles, handing me a coffee. "I thought you stood me up." I grumble, taking a sip. "Someone's grumpy,aren't they?" He points, I glare at him. "I'm not grumpy." I mew annoyed, he sighs. "What's wrong?" He asks, taking my hands. I shrug, "Just am easily annoyed today." I say, closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands engulfing mine. We finally decide to get up and head home.

I must've fallen asleep because I'm in my bed, cuddled into Caspar. I gently get out of his grip and check the time. "4:00 P.M?" I whisper, and smile slightly. I get up, feeling nauseous and I run to the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet bowl. I vomit once again, before I was able to stop and flush it down. "Joe?" I hear, and I get up, gurgling mouth wash, spitting it out before I went back to Caspar. "You okay, baby?" He asks, I nod. "Just feeling nauseous." I explain to him, he frowns. "Maybe, I can help out?" He whispers seductively, smirking and pulling me down. He kisses me softly and I kiss back. We continue to kiss until he nips my lip, making me let out a small mewl, giving him advantage to slip his tongue in.