In a Week (Jacksepticeye X Reader) ✔️

Showing

-Time Skip To A Few Months Later-

Mark and Jack have officially moved into your house as of a few weeks ago. You are ecstatic. Both of them have noticed, however, that you have started showing. Jack is really excited about it, and shows it a lot. He kisses you more often, and teases you. Not the kind where he makes dumb remarks.

You're starting to lose it with all the pregnancy illness. Jack and Mark have been cleaning the house for you, and doing the laundry, and have been there for you when you vomit your lungs out over the toilet for hours. They really care about you.
"J-Jack..." You cry, as he hugs you.

"Yes baby? Is everything okay? Do you need anything?" He asks, concern shooting through his voice.

"You." You whisper into his ear, and he smiles and kisses the top of your head.
"I really want to, but not now. Mark is here and you're literally sick out of your mind, and pregnant. So no." You groan and flop backwards onto the pillows.

"Sorry babe." He says softly. Mark walks into the room suddenly; Shirtless.

Your mouth gapes only in the slightest, and Jack laughs and shuts it.

"Whatcha need?" Jack asks, and Mark shakes his head.
"Nothing! I just wanna check on Y/N. How is she?" Mark asks, looking at you.
"I'm doing fine." You say, smiling.

"Oh, she's doing amazing; Well enough to ask me for you know what." Jack shakes his head and chuckles, and you turn a bright red.
"N-No! No no no...That's not it at all!" You say quickly, sheepishly laughing.

"Come on, Y/N! Yes it is. You know it." Jack says, and you punch his shoulder playfully and look down.
"Well well well, Mrs. L/N! Looks like you aren't as innocent as I thought you were." Mark says.

"Man, shut the hell up, Mark." You huff, and Mark puts his hands up in defense.
"Hey hey now. I was joking, but seriously. I wasn't expecting that from you." Mark says, and you turn redder.

"You don't know me." You say in deep demonic sounding voice, and Mark and Jack laugh.
"Oh yes I do, Y/N." Jack says in a deep voice, and you blush. It's funny when you do it, but it's sexy when Jack does it.

"H-Hey now, don't do that. You just told me no, and now you're making it hard not to want to." You say, and nudge Jack. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Well, I think we're all good, so I'll go make lunch." Mark says, and shuts the door.
"Okay, Mr. McLoughlin. Not fair to do that. You can't just do that and expect me not to want you." You say, and Jack makes an idiotic face.
"Hey man, you need to calm down." Jack says, in a really silly voice. You laugh and sigh, kissing his forehead.
"I love you, Jack. I can't wait to marry you have have a child with you." You respond, smiling.

20 minutes later, Mark calls everyone to dinner. He had made some really yummy soup, that would be good on your stomach. Or so he thought. In the middle of lunch, you run to the bathroom and puke.

"God damnit, we can't even give her fucking soup." Jack screams, and runs over to help you. He holds your hair back as you vomit, and Mark cleans up the dishes and washes them, coming into the bathroom to help. After you finish and clean yourself up, you begin to cry.
"I'm...I'm so sorry guys. I didn't mean to ruin lunch." You say softly.

"Oh god, Y/N, Don't even say things like that. It's not your fault. To be honest, it's actually kind of Jack's. He DID get you pre-" Mark says, and is cut off by Jack.
"Man, shut up! That isn't helping, you idiot." Jack says, and you chuckle.
"But seriously. Thanks, guys. I love you both."
"We love you too, Y/N." They both say, and a smile appears on your face.