Make You Smile

Mr&Mrs

February 12th

Mark's P.O.V

It had really felt like old times these past few weeks recording with Tom and Travis. Like we were all kids again. The ideas and songs were all coming so quickly and so easily. The album would be different from anything we'd ever did before but we were all so excited about it. We all loved playing together making music again. I honestly felt like such an ass having all those stupid bad feelings I'd had towards Tom for so long . I was happier than I'd been in a long time.

I smiled as I watched Tom re- recording some vocal parts.  He'd never been much of a perfectionist before but he was taking things much more seriously with this recording. I guess he was growing up. He'd be a dad in just over a month so I guess that was to be expected. But he still acted like a fucking immature kid at times and I hoped that would never change.

I felt bad that I'd left my soon to be wife back home with all the wedding planning but she didn't seem to mind at all. She told me so. She was happy we were doing our thing together again. And most of all she was happy Tom and I were friends again.

She called me every night. I loved hearing her voice and how excited she got telling me what she'd did that day. I couldn't wait to see her in a few weeks. We'd set the date March 3rd. And then she'd be my wife. My heart skipped a beat at the thought. My wife.

"Yo dickface did that sound better than the last take?"

I was taken from my thoughts by Tom's whiny voice. He was watching me eagerly with his headphones in his hands as he leant away from the recording Mic.

He rolled his eyes at me when I didn't answer right away.

"You weren't even listening were you? You're so love sick it's fucking disgusting."

I blushed and shrugged.

"It sounded great. What? No I'm not." I said defensively.

Tom smiled at me and shook his head.

"Yes you are. I can tell when you're thinking about her. The magic will wear off soon you know so enjoy it while it lasts."

I gave Tom a look.

"Don't talk shit if you're trying to freak me out about getting married it isn't working. Jen calls you every night and I see the way you get. The magic hasn't worn off for you two and...well I don't think it will for me and Taylor either."

Tom blushed as he walked over to join me on the couch.

"Just wait until Taylor gets pregnant. It's honestly terrifying what the hormones do. Sometimes the way Jen looks at me now I think she genuinely fucking hates me."

I blushed and felt my stomach churn nervously. Babies? Taylor had never said anything about wanting them.

"Taylor never said she wanted kids. Jen has every right to hate you. You're an asshole. And you're the reason she's constantly in pain and tired. And you know labour is supposed to be one of the most physically painful human experiences so if I was her I'd probably hate you too." I teased.

Tom shoved me and laughed.

"Alright fucker take her side. Maybe she didn't tell you out loud she wants kids but she does. She tells me things she doesn't tell you."  He said with a wink. 

I felt nervous butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"What? Like what?"

Tom laughed.

"I can't tell you."

I sighed and shook my head.

"You're an asshole."