Oblivious To Him (Scomiche) [boyxboy]

Chapter 31

"Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go." Carousel - Melanie Martinez.

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Scott was recently suspended from work, around 4 months after he found out that Mitch was pregnant, for throwing things around his boss' office when he told him that he wasn't working hard enough.

Scott had his good days and his bad days every day after that.

But today was certainly a bad day.

Mitch sat down on the couch next to Scott, one of his hands on his now fairly visible bump.

He rest his head on Scott's shoulder and put his hand on Scott's thing comfortingly.

Normally, Scott would place his hand over Mitch's and kiss his head but today was different.

He huffed and threw Mitch's hand off of his thigh and shook his body slightly to get Mitch to move off of him.

"Someone's in a bad mood." Mitch mumbled and stood up, scoffing and walking to the kitchen to get some cocoa butter.

"What did you say?" Scott growled, pausing the movie that was playing on the TV.

"Nothing." Mitch said, just below a shout as he reached for the jar.

"I asked you once and now I'm going to ask you again, what the FUCK did you say?" He shouted, standing up and turning to Mitch in the kitchen who had the jar in his hand.

He slammed the jar onto the counter, "I said, that you're in a bad fucking mood! You've been like this - on and off - for the past four months! And that's not okay, Scott!" Mitch yelled before unscrewing the jar and lifting his top up to reveal his bump.

"Well, sorry Mr I-Don't-Have-To-Do-Anything-Because-I'm-Royalty but I just got suspended from my job! It is fucking okay because I am looking for a new job!" Scott yelled back, slamming his fist down onto the glass coffee table.

"Scott Richard Grassi-Hoying!" Mitch shrieked. "Don't you dare yell at me and throw false accusations at me!"

Mitch unscrewed the lid to the jar and began rubbing in the butter into his bump.

"I'm not doing anything? Firstly, the reason why I'm on my laptop all day is because I'm doing my office work because I don't feel well enough to go into the office just in case. Secondly, don't you DARE lie to me that you're looking for a new job because you've basically never left the house since you got suspended. Lastly, it's your fucking fault for throwing shit around your boss' office when he told you calmly and politely that you need to work harder and stop slacking off!" Mitch shouted.

Scott lost it.

He growled and made his way over to Mitch as he was screwing the lid onto the jar and was just about to put the jar back on the shelf when Scott spun his around and his hand swiftly made contact with Mitch's face, a red mark being left when he removed it.

The jar fell from Mitch's hand upon impact and flew straight to the red cheek.

He growled and pushed Scott.

"Did you just fucking hit me?" Mitch yelled before pulling his top down roughly and slipping on his shoes and taking his wedding band off.

"You know what, Scott?" Mitch said, putting his coat on and opening the door. "You can offer me this back, when you pull yourself together." He threw the matte black band at Scott and stormed out the door.

Scott caught the ring and froze, in awe of what he had just done.

He sat down, avoiding the glass, with his back to the counter and covered his face with his hands.

After a half hour, Scott pulled himself together and stood up. He needed to find his pregnant and distressed husband.

His damsel in distress if you will.

He slipped on his shoes and a jacket, putting the wedding band in his pocket.

Scott exited the apartment, shutting the door behind him and made his way outside into the cold of winter.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and began walking.

Luckily, he didn't have to walk far.

Mitch was sitting on the snow covered curb, he had tears falling down his face and he was sniffling and had his hands on his bump.

Scott walked over and sat down beside his husband, scooping him up and placing him on his lap.

Mitch fought against him but soon gave up and leaned against Scott and began sobbing.

Scott hushed Mitch gently before taking his cold hold in his own and placed the matte black wedding band back onto his hand and kissed him gently.

"I'm sorry. I love you so much, princess. And I love baby peanut the same." Scott said just above a whisper.

"I forgive you. I pushed you over the edge, I understand. I love you too, my king."

***

The next day, Mitch picked out an all white jumpsuit for the surprise maternity photo shoot that Scott had organised for them.

Mitch had freshly bleached his hair blonde and it looked amazing with his delicate makeup that the stylist had done for him.

"Okay, can I have Mitchell standing in the centre, sideways, with Scott kneeling in front of him with his hands either side of Mitchell's bump and his lips pressed to it - please?" The small brunette photographer said as soon as the couple entered the room, her camera in her hand.

Mitch nodded and stood in the middle of the white background room, a circular light behind him as Scott kissed Mitch's bump - doing as he was instructed.

The photographer looked through the lens and looked back at Mitch, "Mitch if you want to add your own little flair, feel free." She said with a smile.

Mitch smiled back and nodded and placed his hands over Scott's  and smiled down at him.

The photographer snapped the shot and smiled at the couple.

"Perfect! Okay, Mitch can you put one hand on the bottom of your bump and one on top and Scott can you stand behind Mitch and kiss his cheek from behind? Mitch, again, if you want to add your flair go ahead."

Scott did as instructed but placed his hand on the bottom of Mitch's bump, over Mitch's hand and Mitch smiled and side-looked at Scott and laughed as the photographer took the photo.

"Amazing!"

All through the photoshoot, Scott was thinking about his relationship with Mitch.

How much close he was to him.

How happy he was.

He appreciated Mitch so much.

And loved him equally so.

But the truth was that he simply didn't know how quickly he could lose Mitch and how much of an impact it'd have on him.