Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Twenty Eight ♡

"Yes you did." A voice said from the door. All heads turn to it, Jack smiling, Michael rolling his eyes, and Mark smiling as well, knowing who it was.

"Malcolm!" Jack yelled. He smiled at Jack sweetly, then walked over to the bed Jack was on. "How are you doing, Jack?"

"I mean, not well, obviously." Malcolm smiled at Jack and looked at Mark. "And who is this handsome young man?"

"My boyfriend and... um..." He looks down. Malcolm turns to him, confused as to why his brother stopped talking.

"Jack? Is something wrong? He isn't hurting you and forcing you to shut up about it," he looks at Michael. "Is he?" Jack shakes his head.

"He's the father to my child."

"Oh? Am I an uncle? Where are they?"

"Um, not breathing."

"What?!"

"They're in here." He lifted his blanket, showing his bump to his brother, and father since he was peeking.

"Awww! I'm so happy!" Jack looks up. "Wait, you're in a hospital. What happened?"

"Um, Michael." He looks at Michael, Michael looking up from his bump to his eyes. "Mind telling him?"

"Oh, un, yes. We got into a fight." Malcolm sighs. "What? Just two men, rough housing. Isn't that normal?"

"HE'S PREGNANT." Mark and Malcolm yell.  "He is five months in! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I WAS TRYING TO KILL IT, OKAY?!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Jack finally speaks. Everyone looks at him. "AS A KID, YOU WERE MY BULLY, MAKING ME FEEL SO STUPID AND FAT, AND YOU WOULDN'T LET ME DO ANYTHING I LIKED, AND YOU WOULD RAPE, AND HURT ME. YOU WOULD THROW AWAY ANY "GIRL TOYS" I HAD. AND YOU WOULD MAKE ME DO THE WORST THINGS!" Mark looks at his blood pressure and heart monitor.

"Uh, Jack." He says.

"AND THEN YOU LEAVE WHEN I'M 13. YOU LEAVE US, NOT SAYING ANYTHING BEFORE GOING. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY CIGARETTE BURNS, THE SCARS I HAVE ON MY BODY."

His blood pressure was rising by the minute. "Jack, please be-"

"AND THEN YOU STOMPED ON MY INHALER WHEN I WAS FUCKING DYING BECUASE I WAS RUNNING FROM YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATED YOU THEN AND HATE YOU NOW! I HAVE ALWAYS HATED YOU!"

"Malcolm! Go get a doctor!" Malcolm nods. Jacks face was getting red, and his blood pressure and heart rate were both scaling high.

"I HOPE YOU DIE! GO TO HELL! I WILL NEVER-" Jack falls down on to his pillow, his monitor beeping like crazy.

"JACK!" Mark yells, running over to his side. He turns to Michael. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"

"Me? How is this my fault?"

"YOU GOT HIM WORKED UP. IF YOU WOULDN'T HAVE COME, HE WOULD BE OKAY! WE WOULD BE HOME, PLANNING OUR CHILD'S BIRTH! PLANNING OUT OUR LIVES. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Michael chuckles.

"There's nothing-"

"You're leaving our house as soon as you get out. All of your shit. And don't even think about returning!" He yells a little quieter between grit teeth. The doctors come in before Michael can speak.

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"Hey, Jack. Can you hand me that water bottle?"

"Sure thing." Jack gets up, holding his stomach, and grabs Mark his water bottle. He takes a quick drink, then walks over to Mark. He bends down a little to the man that was inside the water. He hands it to him, then returns to the chair he was at, slowly sitting down on it. Jack lifts his legs up and on to the chair. He closes his eyes, letting the sun warm his pale skin.

Mark takes a drink then emerged from the water, letting the droplets run down his perfectly tanned skin and fall on to the warm, hard cement.

"How have your classes been going?" Mark asks, walking over to the other man sitting on the chair. He sits by Jacks feet. Jack opens his eyes and looks at him.

"Pretty good. I'm almost done with all of my work. Hopefully I can go into year two next month." Jack started taking online classes. He was taking his classes fast, getting into each year faster than original school. He was taking a four year class on literature. Proud of this one, he was passing his class and making it through the first year swiftly.

"I still think you should've taken art classes." Mark says.

"Eh. What I take doesn't matter. I do YouTube, and that's probably going to go for a while longer." Mark smiles. They share a short, sweet, simple kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too." Mark says, kissing Jack again. "I can't believe in just a few days you'll be giving birth."

"Yeah. Bringing a new life into this fucked up world. It's still worth it. Are we still on for New York in a few days to visit your brother?"

"Yeah. Hopefully it'll be fine for you to fly."

"I still can't believe he owns his own company."

"I can't believe he moved all the way to New York."

"Yeah. Hey, can you get my inhaler? I want to keep it closer. The doctor said that since I'm so close and that I most likely will be moving that I need to keep it very close to me. On me at all times."

"Yeah. Hang on." Jack nods and Mark goes over to the table, getting the inhaler. "Hey, maybe we should go in."

"Yeah. I need to shower. And we need to start dinner." Jack starts to sit up, but struggled. Mark notices the green haired man struggling to get up. "Mark, help me up." He asks. Mark walks over to him, and helps him off the blue chair. Jack thanks him, and they walk inside. Jack gets into his room and picks out some maternity clothes. He grabs a towel as well, and walks into the bathroom. "I'll be out in a second, baby." Jack yells.

"Okay! Be careful." Jack nods and gets into the shower, enjoying the warm water. He smiles as he rubs his stomach, feeling something hit against the walls of it.