Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Twenty Nine ♡

"MARK!" Jack yells. Mark rushes from the couch and down the hall, to the bathroom. He runs into the room, and opens the curtain. He ignores the water that was wetting his clothes and hair.

"What happened? What's wrong? Are you going into labor?" Jack looks up at Mark, smiling.

"They kicked!" Mark smiles at Jack. He feels Jacks stomach and then looks at Jack.

"One of the best feelings in the world, is this very feeling."

"Deffinetally." Jack reassures. "Well, I need to finish showering so I can start dinner. Okay? Hopefully they kick more!" Jack says. Mark nods and walks out of the shower after sharing a kiss with Jack. He leaves the bathroom, and Jack continues to wash his body.

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"Jack! Hand me my suitcase please!"

"'Kay!" He yells. "Can you grab my big baby blue shirt while you're over there?"

"Yup. Oh, my deodorant. Please grab that?"

"Grab my slippers and we call it a deal."

"Got it, mama bear."

"Oh, shut up!" Jack throws a shirt at Mark, gaining a chuckle from the newly dyed haired man. "Anyway, here you go." He hands the suitcase and deodorant to his lover.

"Thank you, baby." He smiles, and kisses Jack.

"You are very welcome." Mark hands Jack the shirt and slippers. Jack walks over to his own luggage, and folds the shirt, placing it neatly into the suitcase. He smiles as he looks at Mark.

"What?" Mark asks, folding his black t-shirt and places it neatly in the suitcase.

"I'm already done packing, while nine months pregnant, and you're not even done yet." Mark laughs.

"Point taken."

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"Jaaaaaack." Mark says, sing songily. Jack let's out a little groan. "Jaaaaaaaaaaaaack." He lets out another. "JACK!" Jacks eyes open and he lets out a yell. Mark covers Jacks mouth, laughing. Jack looks at him.

"Whaaaaaat? I was sleepiiiiiiing."

"We're heeeerrreeeeee." Jacks eyes widen as he looks around, seeing a tall building.

"Woah." He says, admiring all of the scenery of the current building they were stopping at and the others around. There were flowers on a brick building behind the glad one, many glass windows on the glass building, and other varieties of decorations on all the other buildings there. Mark giggles, watching his eyes light up at every new color or decoration he finds. "Its so beautiful here."

"Yeah. Let's go inside. Don't want him to worry." They get out, walk through the parking lot, and meet a doorman. Jack says hello, and Mark does as well, but not as long as Jack did. Jack felt the need to make sure the doorman was happy.

And he was. They finally get to the front desk, Jack holding his stomach. Mark smiles at the man behind the desk. The man behind the desk had red curly hair, shoulder length may I add, blue eyes, freckles, and glasses resting on top of his nose. The thick lenses looked up at Mark and he smiled, a dimple showing up a few centimeters under his right eye.*

"Hello there Mr. Fishbach! Back to see Mr. Fishbach?" They both laugh, Jack feeling confused and not even bothering to force his laughter out.

"Precisely. Is he in today?"

"Oh, I will have to call. Carl and I [I'VE BEEN TRIPPING ALL DAY COOOOOORRRRRRL] [This is a Walking Dead reference. Not Llamas with Hats.] had to switch shifts earlier, so I was upstairs checking the conference rooms. I could certainly call if you'd like!"

"Oh, that would really help. Thanks!" The man picked up the phone and dialed in a few numbers before letting it ring. It didn't go through, and he left a voicemail. "Hey Mr. Fishbach! It's Tim from the main office. Your brother is here to see you! Just wanted to say that. Go ahead and call the main office back when you get this. Thanks! Have a good rest of your day." He hangs up the phone and looks at Mark. He looks at his watch after hearing it beep. "Ah shit! I need to go! I'll be right back! I need to find Larry!"

"Okay. We'll wait down here." He nods and bolts off screaming "Larry" at the top of his lungs. [Any IJ (Impractical Jokers) fans?!]

Jack laughs as he sits down. Mark joins him. Jack rubs his stomach, closing his eyes. Mark smiles at him. "I am so in love with you."

"And I, you." Jack says, humming lightly. He felt a few more kicks and grabbed Marks hand. Mark felt them and smiled. He was going to be a father any day now. Well, the father to a child that's born. He is one now, but just can't hold the baby. He let's out a nice and relaxed sigh.

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"Woah." Jack says, looking around. He smiles as he looks at the pictures on the wall.

"This is the room you two will be in." Jacks face turns to a bit of a pained look. Mark doesn't notice, and neither does Thomas. "Well, I have more work to do. I will be telling you when dinner is done, and then you two can do whatever." Mark and Jack nod. Thomas leaves the room, then the apartment. Jack sits down, breathing heavily. Mark noticed now.

"Baby? Is your asthma working up?" Jack shakes his head, letting out groans and yells. Mark goes over to Jack, confused. Jacks eyes open wide.

"M-M-Mark."

"Yes baby?"

"I think.. I think I'm.."

Marks eyes widen.

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Anyway, sorry for not updating for a while! I wanted this chapter to be really special. It's the third most important! Also, PLEASE TELL ME UP GUYS GOT THE REFERENCES!!

Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Have a great rest of your day/night!

~Author-Chan ♡

*I have a dimple right there!