Chapter 7

Gary's POV

"Excuse me?" Robbie takes a few steps towards Yasmin completely baffled by her words. Mark's hand is still slightly covering his mouth blood continues to drip whilst his are eyes looking into mine. Everyone feels shocked by Yasmin's agreement.
"I said yes... i'm going to carry their baby..." She takes a deep breathe looking at me and Mark standing near the doorway.
"Woah woah hold up a sec! Are we not going to discuss this??" Robbie frowns at Yasmin taking her by the arm so she looks at him.
For a few seconds she turns round again looking at us. Not saying a word we both look back at her. Straight away i can tell what she's thinking even though she's not saying it. "It's my body Robbie. They're our friends who have come to US for help. I'm doing this with or without you. See you later guys and i'm sorry for what happened tonight...we'll talk in the next few days." She takes a look at Robbie then disappears upstairs. Awkwardly me and Mark still stand in the hallway near the door whilst Robbie is left shocked opposite us. He takes a long look at us both before going upstairs after Yasmin. "Let's go Gaz..." Mark tugs on my blood stained shirt. Nodding my head in agreement i help Mark into the car where we decide to head back home.
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"I'm gonna change me clothes Gaz... will you clean me up when i come back down please?" Mark asks still covering his mouth and nose. He's self conscious of himself sometimes especially if there's something he doesn't like about himself he'll try and cover it up.
"Of course babe... i best get changed too." We both walk upstairs to the bedroom, so we can get changed. Mark quickly goes into the bathroom carrying a pile of clothes. I can't believe Robbie punched him even if it was by mistake. No one hurts Mark no one. Resting my hands against my forehead i absorb everything which has happened tonight. Yasmin actually agreed to carrying mine and Mark's baby. Yet she hasn't even sat and spoke about it to Robbie. Right now i want to pack up a few suitcases and leave this country with Mark get away from everyone and everything, but we can't....not now anyway. Also i can't believe Robbie accused me of looking up Yasmin! How dare he? How dare he say that in front of Mark doesn't he understand how much it hurts Mark? We wasn't even dating, but to hear someone say things like that seriously??! He knows how much of a worrier Mark is what if he wont trust me? "Urgh!" Angrily i punch the bookshelve knocking down a pile of books.
"Gaz? What was that?" Mark calls from the bathroom. Trying to control my breathing i get on my hands and knees piling the books together.
"Books fell... that's all."

Once all the books are back on the shelves i start to remove my clothes. Grabbing a clean pair of boxers from my drawer and a t shirt from Mark's slipping them both on. "Everything ok?" A clean clothed Mark walks out from the bathroom carrying his clothes with blood on.
"Yeah? Why wouldn't it be? Lets go down so i can clean up that blood from your face." Before i get chance to walk downstairs Mark grabs my hand. "Huh?"
"You're wearing one of my shirts?" Softly Mark smiles. "I like that..."
"Oh yeah... erm... i usually wear them... like when you're not here... or when i need to relax... your scent helps..."
Mark grins hugely at me. "You're the sweetest man i know..."
"Hmm... uh huh... lets get you cleaned up." We walk back downstairs. I know i shouldn't be giving Mark the cold shoulder, but right now i don't know where my head's at. Mark sits down at the kitchen table whilst i grab a bowl of cold water and kitchen roll.  "So...?" Softly he smiles whilst i dip some of the tissue into the water draining it off a little.
"Yep." Gently i dab the top of his lip wiping away the dried blood.
Mark frowns a little. "S'up? I thought you'd be happy? We're going have a baby Gaz?"
"Maybe." Pressing a little harder.
Worry fills Mark's eyes as i continue to wipe away the blood. "M...Maybe? Y...you...you don't want to?" His voice begins to tremble slightly.
Replacing the blood filled tissue with another i look away from his saddened eyes. I can't bare to see him sad, but i just want to know what he honestly thinks. "Do you really want to have a baby with a cheat? A liar? The man who apparently can't keep his eyes to himself? Ay?" Angrily i press even harder to Mark's bruised face.
"Gary stop. You're hurting me." Mark winces a little.
"Well answer me goddammit??! Tell me what you think of me! Call me a cheat like everyone else does!!" Breathing faster i throw the bowl of water across the kitchen causing it to smash loudly.
"STOP IT GARY JUST FUCKING STOP IT!" Mark shouts knocking me out of my trance stopping me in my actions. Tears fill Mark's eyes as he backs down in a timid way.
"Mark...i'm sorry... i'm so sorry... i don't know what came over me..." Feeling incredibly guilty i can't even look him in the eyes. I've scared him.

"Lets just go to bed...yeah?" Mark finally breaks the silence and walks upstairs. He hates me. I've done it this time. Why did i have to behave like a prick? Nervously i follow him to the bedroom.
"Mark? I'm sorry....did i hurt you?"
Gently he shakes his head whilst pulling back the duvet. "Not physically no."
"What do you mean?" I walk over standing at the bottom of the bed watching Mark get comfortable. He strokes his tried looking eyes with his palms.
"What hurts me is...that you're saying i don't trust you... when really you're the one who doesn't trust me..."
Confusion fills my face as i stare at the younger male in bed. "Huh? What do you mean? Of course i trust you.."
"Well believe me when i say you're not a cheat. That you're not a liar, and i full well know that you wouldn't look at Yasmin in that way again. All i wanted to do tonight is have a cuddle in bed talking about our future. Even have a little fun talking about baby names. Not argue, but i guess i was wrong. Again." Feeling hurt Mark turns over, so his back faces me. Understanding his words i decide to join him in bed. He's right... of course he's right. My arm wraps around his waist as i feel sorry for myself.
"You're right... i need to stop... bringing it all up... me bringing it up hurts you even more by reminding you...doesn't it?" Mark replies with just a nod his back still facing me. "I promise i'll stop... you have my word... and if i do it again... you can break one of my pedals...deal...?" Softly i smile against his shoulder.
"hmm...deal." Mark smiles a little turning his head to my direction. "They're always laying around...it'll be a pleasure."
Playfully i tap his arm. "Oi.... it's good to see that smile of yours again.... so baby names?"
"Lets think of boy names first....then tomorrow night girls....then boys again... then girls..." Cheekily Mark grins.
"Jeez... how many kids are we having?!"
"You know what i mean... what names were you thinking of? I was thinking maybe to name...if it's a boy have the middle name after your Dad...?"
Hearing those words instantly makes my heart melt. Mark knows how much my Dad meant to me before he passed away a couple years ago, and naming our child after him in spirit brings a tear to my eye. "Oh...Mark..." Tightly i wrap my arms around him.
"I love you so much Gary Barlow... and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you..." His hand strokes through my hair as he cuddles to my chest.
"I love you too Mark... a lot..."