(Septiplier) Moving Out, Moving In

Part 6

Naturally, Jack woke up first. It took him a few seconds to remember what had happened yesterday. Looking down he saw those notorious arms wrapped around his middle with a smile he turned to look at Mark who was still asleep, but still hugging Jack so passionately. He gazed at his sleeping partner happily for a moment, then gingerly stroked some hair out of his face. Jack then placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Mark smiled in his sleep and pulled Jack closer to him.  

An idea popped into Jack's head, so he slowly pulled Mark's arms off him and carefully climbed out of bed so not to wake him. Making sure he had time, he checked the clock.

7:35 am

That would be plenty of time, too much in fact, he may have to get Mark up a little earlier then he would have normally slept in. But for a good cause! Because Jack was going to make him breakfast in bed!

Now in the kitchen, Jack clapped and then rubbed his hands together with a huge grin of excitement.

'What to cook? Bacon, eggs, toast? Or better yet, combine two and make French toast! Or eggy bread, whatever it's called. And he can have a glass of orange juice with it too' Jack decided. Now he had a plan, he got out all he needed and began cooking.

8:37 am

''Well, the kitchen is an absolute mess...'' Jack said to himself as he stood, looking at the kitchen that had egg yolk and bread crumbs all over the worktop and utensils everywhere.

''I'll clean that later...'' he brushed off. But he continued to stare at the huge mess. With a huge sigh, he stopped back into the kitchen, putting all the utensils away and wiping down the surfaces. The finished breakfast was placed in the still-warm oven to keep it hot as he cleaned, a trick he learnt from watching his mother years ago.

''Awesome! Everything is spickity-span!'' he congratulated himself. Using oven gloves, he took the plate out of the oven and placed it on a tray with the glass of orange juice. They tray still looked a little, empty for his licking. Spotting a little replica of 'tiny box Tim' a fan made on the side, he smiled and placed it on the tray next to the glass.

''Perfect'' he smiled to himself. He picked up the tray and began walking back down the hall. Quickly, he checked the time

8:52 am

It will just have to be late enough, it wasn't too bad, it was almost 9 anyway.

Jack slowly opened the bedroom door to see that, in Jack's absence, Mark had stretched out to fill the entire double-bed with his arms and legs out like a starfish. Silently, he chuckled to himself and rolled his eyes at him before walking to his side. He reached to his shoulder and began to shake him.

''Mark'' he called.

 Remembering from last time, he shook a little harder.

''Mark'' he called again. This time, Mark responded and with a grumble he slowly opened his eyes.

''Morning Jack'' he smile

''Morning Markimoo'' he smiled back.

Mark sniffed a few times.

''What's that smell? It's really good, whatever it is'' he asked, looking around curiously.

''Hehe, I'm glad you think so. Because It's your breakfast'' he said sweetly, lifting up the tray so Mark could see it. At first, Mark looked at the tray with amazement, before he looked up into Jack's grinning face and his eyes softened and offered a smile too.

''Oh, Jack...'' was all he could say as he sat up. Jack placed the tray on his lap. Mark sat there for a brief moment, looking down at the tray with a smile.

''You did all this for me?'' he asked, looking touched. Jack had joined Mark on the bed next to him. He brought up his knees and hugged them, rocking a bit as he blushed with a smile.

''Yeah, of course, I did'' he grinned. Mark leant over and gave him a kiss.

''Thank you so much''

Jack blushed more in response as Mark looked back at the tray.

''Aww, even little Tim?'' he exclaimed, patting the top of his head. Jack nodded happily.

''But what about Sam?'' Mark asked. ''We can't leave out little septic Sam!''

Jack reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a little Sam plush that was sat there and placed it on the tray. He then moved it and made it kiss tiny box Tim as he made a little kissy noise.

''Smooches!'' he giggled happily. ''Smooches for everyone!'

Mark could only smile at his adorable nature. He began to tuck into his breakfast as Jack watched him eat happily.

''Have you eaten yet Jack?'' Mark asked.

In the excitement of the whole thing, Jack had forgotten to make anything for himself. But he didn't want to bother Mark with that.

''Um, yes'' he lied.

''Don't lie to me'' Mark replied.

''I'm not!''

''Yes you are, you can never look anyone in the eye when you lie. You look off to the side'' Mark responded.

''Ok fine, no, I haven't. I'll go make myself something in a bit'' he admitted.

''But you must be starving! You would have normally eaten by now; it's going to take a while to make something''

''I'll just have a bowl of cereal or something then''

''No! You can't just have cereal when you made something like this for me!'' Mark protested. He then cut a piece of toast, then placed a bit bacon on top before putting it onto his fork and lifting it to Jack's face.

''You're going to have some of this, now come on'' he said stubbornly. Jack knew that there was no point in arguing, so he ate it off the fork. Mark then carried on splitting the meal and feeding Jack, sharing it with him. When they were done, Jack took the tray and walked back to the kitchen to wash it for him. Mark followed and as Jack was washing the plate, he came up and hugged him from behind.

''You know what this means, Jack?'' Mark giggled.

''What?'' he replied, flashing a suspicious look to him.

''I was right all that time ago in saying that you're the wife'' he chuckled, before he quickly ran out the room to escape the impending wrath.

''MARK YOU ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE!''

''You know you love me!'' Mark yelled from another room.