(AU) Mark finds out some shocking news, and he's not sure how to tell his boyfriends.
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"No, no, no..."
This can't be happening. It has to be a dream. Mark couldn't be pregnant.
"Fuck!" Mark cries as tears begin forming in his eyes, dropping the positive pregnancy test in the sink.
Mark has been hearing all about these male pregnancies lately. It's everywhere when he goes online. So, he knew before this that it exists. But, he never thought he would be the one ending up pregnant.
Mark has no idea how he's gonna tell Mason, or Scott. He's terrified of what they'll think, or do.
Mark leans against the wall and slowly slides down it, pulling his legs up to his chest, before sobbing.
Mark doesn't know how long he sits in the bathroom before finally getting up. He cleans up his mess, and heads to the bedroom. He tosses the pregnancy test in his bedside drawer with shaky hands.
Mark takes a deep breath before walking out of the bedroom and heading to the living room.
Mason is still at work unfortunately, while Mark had taken the day off because he "wasn't feeling well" and now he knows why. He's been getting sick in the mornings the past few days. Mason desperately wanted to stay home to take care of him but Mark wouldn't let him. He wouldn't even let Scott stay home. Scott is still out with Mitch, taking care of some last minute Superfruit tour stuff.
Mark sits down on the couch and curls up with a pillow, trying to pay attention to what's on TV.
A few hours later, Mason and Scott finally come home.
Mason smiles when he sees Mark asleep on the couch. "He's asleep," he whispers to Scott.
"Better wake him up. He probably hasn't eaten all day," Scott says, placing the McDonalds bag on the living room table. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom real fast."
"Okay," Mason says before sitting down on the couch while Scott leaves the living room. "Hey, Marky..." He reaches over and he gently shakes his boyfriend, smiling when Mark's eyes slowly flutter boy. "Morning sleepyhead. Scotty and I just got home."
Mark blinks a few times as he looks over at Mason. He grunts and rubs his eyes tiredly before moving so that he's now resting against Mason's shoulder, not caring that he's clingy. He's exhausted from early. From getting sick, to crying his eyes out for hours.
Mason chuckles and gently kisses Mark's forehead. "Still not feeling well?"
Mark lets out a soft sigh. "Tired," he mumbles. "Where's Scotty?"
"Bathroom. Are you hungry? We brought home McDonalds just in case you hadn't eaten."
"Mhm," Mark nods and then pushes himself up, tiredly rubbing his eyes.
"I'm sorry you aren't feeling well, honey. You need to take medicine later. After you eat," Mason says.
"Medicine won't help anything," Mark mumbles, looking down at his hands.
Mason blinks a few times. "What are you talking about?" He asks.
Mark's eyes widen. "Nothing," he replies quickly. "Can we eat? I'm starving."
Scott walks into the living room and smiles when he sees Mark is awake. "You're awake," he walks over to Mark and sits on the other side of him, and hugs him. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah. It was just a stomach ache. I'm sure I'll be up and about tomorrow," Mark tries to assure him, but Mason is still unsure. He knows Mark is hiding something from him, but doesn't want to push it.
