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“Mark?” Falcon asked once more, waving his hand in front of Mark’s face, the younger man shaking his head as his mind was brought back to the present.
“Huh?” He asked, looking at Falcon with wide eyes as he fought down the strong urge to vomit. His fork was still in his hand, not that he was doing much with it now. Simply using it as a means to push around the breakfast without really eating it.
“Are you feeling well?” Falcon asked, leaning next to him to press his hand against Mark’s forehead, “You’ve hardly eaten.” He continued, looking down at the mangled mess of scrambled eggs and crepes he had made that morning.
"I feel strange." Mark replied, not really understanding it himself. “I don’t know?” he continued, speaking truthfully as Falcon looked him over with an intense eye. Gazing down his his body, noting any strange rumple of feathers and the way Mark’s eyes seemed to sag and pull at the bottom. It was strange to see Mark like this, his usual grooming had been forgone this morning with a wave of his hand saying he didn’t feel like doing anything today.
That should have been his first clue that something was wrong with Mark. “Is that all?” Falcon prompted, letting Mark lean next to him as he closed his eyes and sighed deeply. “Just feeling strange today?”
“I feel like I’m going to be sick.” He replied, his hand covering his beak to further his statement as he pushed his food away with the other. “Can we go back to bed?” He asked and Falcon nodded his head. Pushing back in his chair as he stood, Mark wrapped up in his arms as he carried the parrot back to their room. The younger man all but melted into Falcon’s body as he walked into their room, slowly sitting down on the bed and laying down, Mark still clinging to him like a drowning man would a live perseverer. His fingers weekly digging into Falcon’s shirt as he pulled himself closer to him.
“Ah fuck.” Mark whispered under his breath and before Falcon could question him, Mark bolted out of the bed and scrambled to the bathroom. Falcon a few steps behind him and hovering concerningly in the doorway as Mark threw up.
“Mark.” Falcon spoke, his hand breaching the entryway as he waited for Mark to let him approach closer. He knew Mark didn’t like to be crowded when he was sick like this. But the almost inaudible moan from Mark told him it was safe to do so.
He sunk down on the floor next to Mark, letting the younger man lean into him as his breathing sought to even out. After what felt like hours, Mark finally spoke, “No more pep before bed.” He moaned, grimacing as he licked his lips.
“I sincerely doubt this is the doing of a can of pep before bed, Love.” Falcon replied as Mark bit back a laugh.
“Well, it has to be something. I’m never sick like this. It’s either something I ate or I’m fucking…” He drifted off, his eyes going wide as he cursed once more beneath his breath.
“Or… what?” Falcon asked, watching Mark for any kind of hints. The younger man’s face grew pale as he muttered under his breath. His breathing was erratic as he looked at Falcon with a wide eyed expression.
Instead of a coherent response Mark asked, “What day is it?” he asked almost accusedly and Falcon was taken aback by the peculiar question.
“It’s October 19?” He answered, still not sure where this was leading them. What did the day have to do with Mark being sick? Mark groaned, face planting into Falcon’s chest with a groan. The older man awkwardly wrapped a free arm around him and pulled him close, sitting down on the cold tile of the bathroom and bringing him into his lap. He kissed the top of his head as he waited for Mark to be comfortable enough to speak.
“I think you knocked me up.” Mark finally spoke, pulling away to glance shyly at Falcon. His thought process coming to a screeching halt as Falcon’s brain short circuited. It wasn’t exactly like they were safe, Mark’s birth control was enough of a safety net to him that the only times they really used condoms was when Mark didn’t want to get messy. And sometimes Mark liked to get really messy.
Of course this was always a small thought in the back of his mind, of the possibility that he even could knock up the younger man. And here was the very real, very tangible possibility that Falcon had gotten him pregnant.
Mark continued, his fingers clenched tight as he absentmindedly picked at his nails, “I would have to get a stick to make sure but…” he drifted off, and Falcon took the opportunity to hold him just a little tighter. Squeezing him just enough to have him continue, “It’s a nice thought, isn’t it?” He asked, continuing on before Falcon had the chance to respond, “A baby?” He added, as if Falcon had forgot about the realization that led them to sitting on the bathroom floor.
And Falcon couldn’t help but agree, “It is.” He replied, watching as Mark’s face split into a grin, his arms wrapping around Falcon’s neck and pulling him down for a proper kiss.
And when they did eventually venture out of the house for a pregnancy test, they were evermore pleased at the positive result.