Marcus's P.O.V.
I couldn't stop crying, which made Brighton cry as well. My little buddy is all I really have left of Carey that matters in my life.
As soon as my crying slowed down, I decided to try and sing to him. Like I said, he loves Timshel. I rocked him slowly as I softly sang the song. In no time at all, his big brown eyes were just watching me. I looked down into them, he seemed to know what was happening. I could see it right in his eyes, yet I felt a sense of hope while looking into them. I dried my eyes with my sleeve.
"I-It's gonna be okay, buddy. We still have the rest of our family. The guys too..." I trailed off. Ben... He can help me tonight.
I pulled my cell out from my pocket. I scrolled down until I could find the picture of him. I pressed call and listened to it ring.
"Hello?" Ben said.
"H-Hi B-B-Ben," I said, chocking on my sobs once again.
"Marcus! Are you okay!? I'm coming over right now!" Ben said, then he immediately hung up.
I just sat back and held my son close to me. He lifted his hand and grabbed my nose. I couldn't help but to giggle, even though tears were still streaming down my cheeks.
"I love you, buddy," I said. In response, Brighton began cooing to me. I'll take that as an I love you, too.
Ben's P.O.V.
I was speeding down the highway to see Marcus. My heart swelled with joy, even though this didn't seem like it would be a happy occasion. Marcus just sounded so upset. My poor Marcus. I can't stand when he is sad.
You see, I have a little crush on Marcus... Okay, maybe not little. I'm so happy that he married Carey and had a baby, but I just can't help but wish that I was the one with Marcus. He's just so perfect.
As I pulled into Marcus's driveway, my heart began to practically beat out of my chest. I walked up to the door and knocked ever so gently as to not disturb the newborn. For all I know, he could be sleeping.
Marcus answered the door. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding his son. He resembled his father so much, and it was very easy to tell. Kid has good looks.
"What happened to you?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. His clothes were soaked with tears. How long had he been crying?
"C-come inside. I-I'll explain everything," he said, inviting me inside. I accepted the gesture and walked inside his house. I sat on his couch as he sat right beside me.
"Can I hold him?" I asked. Marcus nodded and handed me the baby. His big brown eyes looked up at me. He is absolutely perfect.
"So, what happened?" I asked, bringing back my attention to Marcus. He looked distraught. Tears began to flow again. Whatever happened, it sure had started to take a toll on him.
"C-C-Carey d-d-died..." he said in between sobs. I was stunned. I had no words at all. I just wrapped him and the baby into a big hug. Marcus clung to my waist like a young child. He put his head in my shoulder and began crying.
"Please don't cry. It'll be okay. If you ever need me, I'm just a phone call away," I said, patting Marcus's back. My shirt was now soaked with Marcus's tears.
"Hey, B-B-Ben... D-Do you mind staying over tonight... I really don't want to be alone tonight," Marcus said. I looked into his eyes. How could I say no?
"Of coarse I will," I said with a smile. I pulled him back into a big hug and stroked his back. He stopped crying, but he just laid his head on my shoulder. He must be physically and mentally exhausted.
I walked Marcus up to his room and told him to get changed. I then took his sleeping son into the nursery and laid him in his crib. I admired the beautifully painted letters on the wall that spelled "Brighton". I smiled to my self. A perfect British name for a perfect British boy.
