.: ~ Septic Baby ~ :.

~3

Mark grabbed the blue eyed baby, carrying him to the bathroom. He was completely filthy. With the water running, he sat the baby down in the warmth, grabbing soap.

Mark covered the baby in sweet smelling soap his girlfriend left at his house. He giggled at Mark's touch, reaching at the older man's flannel. Mark grabbed a towel and wrapped it around the clean baby.

He sat him on his bed, Mark then pacing around. What should I do? Keep him...? Mark looked over at the baby. He is cute... Ugh, I have to keep him. He went over and grabbed him. The baby smiled bright and bubbly like, filling Mark with joy. Smol little bean.

~A few days later~

Mark had been caring for the baby for a few days now. He hadn't had the courage to tell his fans about him, not even thinking of a name for him.

The baby was sleeping in Mark's bed, snoring softly. Mark sit and watched his small stomach rise and fall, short little breaths escaping. He loved him.

He sit up from the chair in his room, walking downstairs. He stood at the stove, cooking breakfast. Mark heard a small cry from upstairs. He sat down his utensils and ran upstairs. Mark walked in, seeing that he was finally awake. Mark had been slowly taking on the dad role, and he loved it. He walked over carefully over to the bed, and picked up the sobbing child. Mark bounce him softly, whispering soft "Shhh..." in his ears. Soon, the baby calmed down, hiccuping quietly.

Mark carried the baby downstairs, still in his arms. Mark had bought all the necessary things you need to care for a baby. He sat the baby in his high chair, grabbing a bowl of cheerios for him. The baby grabbed a small hand full of cheerios, and shoved them in has mouth. Some fell out, and crumbs stuck to his red tinted cheeks. Mark turned back around and set his food on the table, finally noticing the messy baby. He chuckled slightly and walked over with a napkin, wiping the crumbs of his face.

~Hours later~

Mark had put the restless baby to bed, finally. He sat back one the couch with the thought of a name. Jack. It felt right. Completely. He looked over, seeing the sun was setting. Mark loved that name. It wouldn't go away. It stuck in his mind for a few hours.