Demons {Septiplier}

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter 16

Mark's POV

I didn't sleep that night. I was too worried about Jack. About whether or not he'd wake up from a nightmare, or just wake up in general. I wanted to make sure I'd be with him if something happened. Anytime I heard a small whimper come from the sleeping other, I'd whisper small, but sweet things, whether it was just, "You're okay," or "I'm right here, you're safe," and things along those lines. I ran my fingers through his hair.

During the night there was several times where I needed to get a drink, or needed to use the bathroom, did I? Nope. I was not leaving my spot, no matter how much Jack might occasional move to where he pressed on my bladder, but oh well. I was going to stay for him.

The sun started shining through the windows, God was it that late already? Or early? It must be 6:30 or something.
I looked down at Jack, right now he seemed so peaceful, I smiled softly, and leaned down to kiss his head. Only to lean back against the couch and close my eyes.

Maybe a hour or so of sleep would be okay. I'm exhausted. My hand was on his head. I close my eyes, and almost immediately fell into a slumber.

When I woke up, God knows how long, Jack wasn't anywhere to be seen. Instantly I started to panic.

"Jack?" I called out, freaking out. I started running in the house, first checking in the bathroom. Not in there. Didn't show any signs of him being in there, good. I hope he was still in the house, "Jack?!" I yelled out louder.

"I'm right here," I heard his Irish voice, and I couldn't help but let a huge sigh of relief. I ran towards the kitchen, and there he was. Sitting at the dining table.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked him, standing beside him.

"Yeah..I just wanted to cook some breakfast for you. But I couldn't find anything," I smiled at him, and he shrugged.

"You could've woken me up y'know, I could've made us something. "

"But I wanted to make you something to thank you for how nice you've been to me with all of this. "

I went behind him, and my arms on his shoulder with my chin on the top of his head, "You don't need to thank me," I said, and kissed the top of his head.

I wish I could kiss him. On the lips.

Forget I even thought about that.

"Yes I do," he said quietly, leaning his head back into me.

"Anywho," I pulled my arms back and moved back a bit so I can look at Jack's face, "I have a bit of money if you want to go get breakfast."

"That's not fair, the point was for me to make you something to thank you. So I should pay for it," he sighed, "But I don't have money. "

"Which is why we should go out for breakfast." He didn't say anything, just closed his eyes, making the urge to kiss him get bigger. Stop. Mark, stop it, "Come on, Jack. Let's go out for breakfast. "

"I don't want to leave the house," he said, opening his eyes. I looked in them, and sighed to myself. Only to step back all the way.

"Well... We need to go somewhere before my mom gets home," I said, and he sat up after that, sighing loudly.

"Okay, okay. We can go. "

"If you get uncomfortable we'll go somewhere alone so I can calm you down," I smiled at him, though his back was turned. He stood up, still facing away from me. Slowly I walked behind him and put my arms around his waist. He leaned back a bit on me.