The Pack House

Plans

A/N: sorry for the wait! There was some family stuff and now everyone hates each other and I'm in the middle like, I just wanna go write smut. Sigh.
Happy Holidays! (Don't worry I'll update again before xmas)

"He'll be fine."

"How can you say that? He tried to..." Getting word out was impossible. It caught in my throat and I choked on it.

"I know what he tried to do Mason. And I'll deal with it." Red's tone was practically threatening. He used to take depression as an insult and suicide as an offense so I prayed he had grown to understand rather than punish the mental illnesses. "Go downstairs with Marc please. Don't let him worry about you."

"Someone needs to be here for Will."

Red gestured to the crude black stitches up his arm. "You did your job. These will be ready to be cut out in a few days. Don't worry about it."

"How can I not worry?" I argued.

"Mason!" His tone was snapped and furious. I waited with batted breath as I expected a verbal lashing. But instead Red took a few deep breathes. "You're kinda pissing me off here. Please go and see Marc now."

While I wanted to argue I didn't want to push Red any further. He was already seemingly on edge. I exited the room and ran into Marc on the landing. He immediately began to rub my shoulders. "I love you."

I smiled up at him and rested my head against his chest. He embraced me and kissed the top of my head. "I love you too."

"What was going on with Red?" He asked instantly. "He sounded upset."

"I'm not supposed to ask about Will supposedly," I sighed.

"He's handling it," replied Marc, as expected. "Why don't you make things easier for him instead of harder?"

"How am I making things harder? And why do you always take his side?" I snapped.

Marc sighed. "Red is doing us a favor allowing us to stay here."

I rolled my eyes and slipped from his reach heading toward our room. It was mess now thanks to my new roommate. His pants were pooled in the floor, his shirt cast on the other side of the bed and his socks yards apart. "Can't you pick up your clothes?" I asked in a forced pleased tone. "I'm sick of seeing them."

Marc grunted and did so with a huff. He pitched them into the hamper and looked at me. "Happy?"

"Not quite." I sat on the edge of the bed and Marc appeared in front of me immediately. "What?"

"You're so beautiful," he murmured kissing my neck. "I wish I could Mark you..."

"Wearing Marc's Mark," I mused to myself.

"Oh you think you're funny?" He asked dryly with an eye roll.

I smiled.

"Cam is really showing, isn't he?" Marc commented suddenly. "Red is really happy about it."

"Huh. I expected him to be his pissy self."

"Hey." He flicked my thigh hard and I pouted. "Be respectful toward him."

"Why? Because he's your brother or because you're his bitch?" I teased.

Marc growled playfully. "Getting bold are we?"

"Maybe." I smirked.

He kissed me, hand tangling in my hair. He gave it a firm tug until my head was tilted up to him. "Maybe I want you to carry my baby."