Septipler
"Alright now let's just make sure you're okay" Mark started, checking over his body. Then he looked up at him, smiling, "No new cuts, well done baby"
"Thank woo" he mumbled, before flopping into him. His eyes closed. Unlike most people, Sean acted like a puppy.
Mark, unlike most boyfriend's, was Jack's full time carer. Other than YouTube, Mark only took care of Jack. You see, Jack was born with the inability to gain weight and struggles to do anything on his own. That includes bathing, remembering, feeding himself; all of these things are left to Mark. But he's never minded this- he loves looking after Jack.
"Now baby, woo know what day it is to day?" Mark asked, getting a confused look from his puppy. He petted his head softly, "It's Valentine's Day, baby"
"Ohhh" Sean hummed, then giggled, "Shhh nu careeee, I can show I wove master everyday anywayyy"
"Hehe I know baby but I kind of wanted to do something special" Mark started, pausing for a moment. He knew his time with Jack would he short, and may only have a few months left but he wasn't going to allow that fact to plauge his mind more than it did on a daily basis, "Baby, I wanna-"
"I wanna stay inside!" Sean whined. Mark went to say something but Sean had run off into their room and closed the door behind him. Leaning Mark alone, and to drop the box he was hiding behind his back.
"Why can't he ever stay will" Mark sighed to himself, standing then grabbing the box, "Maybe he just doesn't want to marry me and I should move on with my life already, why do I even try. . ."
He walked out to his recording room and sat down. Then looked at the dog bed by his feet, it was normal full. So it was weird to have no one beside him as he recorded. But he set up anyway, and started to record;
"Hey guys, so as you know today is valentine's Day, a day of love and passion. But for all you single kids out there; this day is filled with sadness and a sort of emptiness not even my voice can fill. No, there is an undeniable void in you. It may sound weird to you, but I understand. You see, for the past five years I've been dating Jack, and each year he had only gotten worse. Only a few minutes ago I tried to propose, only for him to act like a child and run away before I could even think about pulling out the box. We're human, and we know that. We can't change who we are and what we were made to be. Sean was made definitely and as you guys know, is very very sick. I have been trying to make his last days amazing and all I've wanted in return. . . Is to have a relationship. But when my boyfriend acts like Chica, I don't know how comfortable I am anymore. I want to marry him but at the same time- can you see why a man may have doubts? I just-"
"M-Mark I'm sorry" a voice suddenly spoke out, cutting Mark off on his train of thought. He turned to the door and- "Mark, I'm s-so so-sorry. . ."
Mark caught Jack before he fell, and turned off his recording equipment. With a soft sigh, he smiled weakly, "Awe baby. . . No no I'm sorry, I'm sorry you shouldn't have heard all of that"
"But it's true, ya need and want a boyfriend when all ya have is a broken ass puppy that ain't even good enough for ya" he whined, "That, and why would ya wanna marry a man who'll be dead in two months?"
"Jack, come with me" Mark said, standing up. He held out his hand and Jack took it, lending on Mark so he could keep standing up. Then Mark lead him to the kitchen, sitting him down. Quietly, he got on one knee and took out the box, "I love you for the man you were and will always be. I know you don't have a lot of time but in that time that you have left, will you become my one and only? Will you follow me into the darkness of the world and be my light for the rest of the time we spend breathing the same air?"
". . . I do"
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