This Will be the Last Time Feeling Like This (11/?)
Title: This Will be the Last Time Feeling Like This
Rating: PG-13 overall.
Pairing: Jalex (only, for now...)
Dedications: bookhippie <3 for totally being my proofreader and putting up with me.
Summary: Alex has been keeping something from Jack, and it's getting more and more brutal every day.
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys what so ever. The only thing that is mine is the plot and the writing itself. Title comes from 'The Last Night' by Skillet.
Author's Notes: Okay, so recently I've been thinking about doing a few standalones so if you have and suggestions please message me. (:
Alex was released the next day out of the hospital.
They said things were okay. Okay, was Jack supposed to feel like things were going to be the same? He was supposed to be fine?!
Alex wouldn't tell him anything that happened in the hospital, and Alex wanted him to be okay with that. Jack seriously wasn't.
A month passed. Alex's stomach was very noticeable. It was hard to even go places without people staring, so very seldom did Alex leave the house.
The one afternoon the two boys were cuddling on the couch, watching Home Alone, and Jack spoke.
"I hope you know I never cheated on you," he whispered.
"I never said you did." Alex's expression dropped, playing with the ends of Jack's hair. "What makes you say that?"
Jack bit his lip, contemplating his answer before speaking.
"Your note," he said quietly. "I found your suicide note."
Alex didn't want to talk about it, so he just shut up and looked down at his lip.
"I bet you think I'm shit," he said quietly. Jack was about to protest, but Alex kept talking. "Complete shit. I left you. I lied to you about cutting, and about the baby. About Oliver. About how the baby is Oliver's. About... just about everything. And you're so perfect, Jack, you deserve more than me." Alex's eyes were sort of wet, and he reached forward to try and grab the can of beer Jack had on the table. Jack grabbed his shoulder and shook his head, pulling him back.
That was when Alex's small cries turned into sobs. Endless sobs. Jack felt like he was there for hours, until Alex finally settled down. When he did, Jack chimed in.
"You are anything but shit, my lovely," he cooed, kissing his cheek and wiping Alex's tears. "I love you so fucking much, how could you even think that?"
Alex just smiled lightly and leaned his head on Jack's chest.
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Jack was kissing Alex's stomach one night, talking to it, and Alex was cracking up.
Oh. Crack. Jack was probably on that right about now, the way he was acting.
"And you're not gonna be fat, no sir-ee, no Stella Marie Gaskarth-Barakat of mine is going to be fat. And you're gonna have dark, luscious hair, and if you have my nose we'll get your plastic surgery before school starts, okay?" Jack gave raspberries to Alex's stomach, which just made him laugh harder.
"Jack, she's not going to have your nose," he laughed quietly. "She's not... genetically yours."
"You're not sure about that, you won't know yet!"
"I'm pretty sure it's Oli's, Jackery."
Jack smiled good-naturedly at the nickname. "Well, Lex, I'm just stating the obvious. No girl of mine is going to have my nose."
"Jack, stoppit, I'm going to fucking pee myself," he laughed uncontrollably.
"Oh, and another thing," Jack added, talking to the stomach still. "If I hear you say 'fuck' before you're thirteen, I'm going to wash your little mouth out with soap. And then tell you that unless you've done it, you're not allowed to say it."
Alex pushed Jack away from his stomach playfully. "You're poisoning her mind already."
Jack only kissed the stomach one more time before kissing his boyfriend's lips.
"Can you even begin to imagine how beautiful she'll be?" he asked quietly, happily.
Alex smiled at the question and nodded. "She's going to be... the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"I swear to God, if she's mine--"
"Jack, please stop saying that," he said in almost a whisper. "You don't know."
"Fine, but she likes my raspberries," he giggled, kissing his stomach again and babbling incoherently at it as well.
"Jackery Bassam, you are so weird," Alex laughed, kissing his boyfriend's head. "I can't wait until we have this baby."
"Lexy William, I can't either." Jack caught the kiss and kissed him back lovingly, not caring that he hadn't had any sex in the past five months. He was a little more than halfway to the point of birth with Alex and that was all that was on his mind.
"Jack," Alex asked after a few minutes of laying together quietly. "What happens when the baby comes?"
Jack only smiled. "You have the baby, and we live happily ever after-- what else ?"
"I'm so scared."
"Please don't be." Jack grabbed his hands and kissed them before pecking at Alex's neck. "Be strong."
Alex sighed and nodded.
If he had to be strong for Jack, he would.
Rating: PG-13 overall.
Pairing: Jalex (only, for now...)
Dedications: bookhippie <3 for totally being my proofreader and putting up with me.
Summary: Alex has been keeping something from Jack, and it's getting more and more brutal every day.
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys what so ever. The only thing that is mine is the plot and the writing itself. Title comes from 'The Last Night' by Skillet.
Author's Notes: Okay, so recently I've been thinking about doing a few standalones so if you have and suggestions please message me. (:
Alex was released the next day out of the hospital.
They said things were okay. Okay, was Jack supposed to feel like things were going to be the same? He was supposed to be fine?!
Alex wouldn't tell him anything that happened in the hospital, and Alex wanted him to be okay with that. Jack seriously wasn't.
A month passed. Alex's stomach was very noticeable. It was hard to even go places without people staring, so very seldom did Alex leave the house.
The one afternoon the two boys were cuddling on the couch, watching Home Alone, and Jack spoke.
"I hope you know I never cheated on you," he whispered.
"I never said you did." Alex's expression dropped, playing with the ends of Jack's hair. "What makes you say that?"
Jack bit his lip, contemplating his answer before speaking.
"Your note," he said quietly. "I found your suicide note."
Alex didn't want to talk about it, so he just shut up and looked down at his lip.
"I bet you think I'm shit," he said quietly. Jack was about to protest, but Alex kept talking. "Complete shit. I left you. I lied to you about cutting, and about the baby. About Oliver. About how the baby is Oliver's. About... just about everything. And you're so perfect, Jack, you deserve more than me." Alex's eyes were sort of wet, and he reached forward to try and grab the can of beer Jack had on the table. Jack grabbed his shoulder and shook his head, pulling him back.
That was when Alex's small cries turned into sobs. Endless sobs. Jack felt like he was there for hours, until Alex finally settled down. When he did, Jack chimed in.
"You are anything but shit, my lovely," he cooed, kissing his cheek and wiping Alex's tears. "I love you so fucking much, how could you even think that?"
Alex just smiled lightly and leaned his head on Jack's chest.
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Jack was kissing Alex's stomach one night, talking to it, and Alex was cracking up.
Oh. Crack. Jack was probably on that right about now, the way he was acting.
"And you're not gonna be fat, no sir-ee, no Stella Marie Gaskarth-Barakat of mine is going to be fat. And you're gonna have dark, luscious hair, and if you have my nose we'll get your plastic surgery before school starts, okay?" Jack gave raspberries to Alex's stomach, which just made him laugh harder.
"Jack, she's not going to have your nose," he laughed quietly. "She's not... genetically yours."
"You're not sure about that, you won't know yet!"
"I'm pretty sure it's Oli's, Jackery."
Jack smiled good-naturedly at the nickname. "Well, Lex, I'm just stating the obvious. No girl of mine is going to have my nose."
"Jack, stoppit, I'm going to fucking pee myself," he laughed uncontrollably.
"Oh, and another thing," Jack added, talking to the stomach still. "If I hear you say 'fuck' before you're thirteen, I'm going to wash your little mouth out with soap. And then tell you that unless you've done it, you're not allowed to say it."
Alex pushed Jack away from his stomach playfully. "You're poisoning her mind already."
Jack only kissed the stomach one more time before kissing his boyfriend's lips.
"Can you even begin to imagine how beautiful she'll be?" he asked quietly, happily.
Alex smiled at the question and nodded. "She's going to be... the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"I swear to God, if she's mine--"
"Jack, please stop saying that," he said in almost a whisper. "You don't know."
"Fine, but she likes my raspberries," he giggled, kissing his stomach again and babbling incoherently at it as well.
"Jackery Bassam, you are so weird," Alex laughed, kissing his boyfriend's head. "I can't wait until we have this baby."
"Lexy William, I can't either." Jack caught the kiss and kissed him back lovingly, not caring that he hadn't had any sex in the past five months. He was a little more than halfway to the point of birth with Alex and that was all that was on his mind.
"Jack," Alex asked after a few minutes of laying together quietly. "What happens when the baby comes?"
Jack only smiled. "You have the baby, and we live happily ever after-- what else ?"
"I'm so scared."
"Please don't be." Jack grabbed his hands and kissed them before pecking at Alex's neck. "Be strong."
Alex sighed and nodded.
If he had to be strong for Jack, he would.