The Spark of New Life [1/1]
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Title: The Spark of a New Life
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): 012. Food
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Mikey Way
Challenge: M-Preg
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,597
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Author Notes: Written for 30_fluffs prompt.
Past Parts: oo3. Transportation
“Shhhh, keep quiet,” the younger man hissed to the older one before surging his hips forward again. The older man gritted his teeth and did everything in his power to keep from making noise, but he still hissed in pleasure. “Shut up!”
The younger man’s hands reflexively tightened on his lover’s hips, digging in harder and bruising the sensitive skin there. The older man tried desperately to find a grip on the wall he was pressed against and failed just as miserably as he had with keeping his sounds to himself. He turned his head just enough to look at his companion and glared at him, “I’m trying!” He hissed back. “You were the one who wanted to do this in the bathroom!”
The younger man slammed his hips forward in ‘punishment’ for his lover’s mouth; the only thing it earned him was a loud moan of pleasure. The younger man finally reached around and wrapped his hand around his lover’s mouth, before whispering, “Yes, but I wasn’t the one who wanted to do it in the girl’s bathroom.” The older man giggled and leaned back against his lover and concentrated on sucking and licking at his palm to leave a hickey there for his lover to remember him by.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ten minutes later Bob and Mikey casually walked out of the girl’s bathroom trying not to giggle like girls. They got caught by a woman, who was walking in as they were opening the door. Bob quickly said, “We got a little turned around and went into the wrong bathroom.” With a smooth smile. The woman smiled and let them pass.
They were five steps away from the door when Mikey burst into a fit of giggles. Bob chuckled a little and laced his fingers with the man at his side. Mikey pressed Bob against the wall right outside the room him and the other band members had rented out for the night and linked his other fingers along Bob’s before lifting their hands over their heads and crossing Bob’s arms at his wrists. “Do you know how much I love you?”
Bob smiled and tried to steal a kiss, but Mikey pulled back out of reach with a teasing smile. Bob sighed and let his head drop against the wall and settled with stroking Mikey’s hand with his thumb. “How much?” Bob asked in a whisper.
“You’re my everything,” Mikey breathed back, his eyes piercing deep into Bob’s. “Marry me.”
Bob was sure he was going to say something, but his mind had gone blank. He stared into Mikey’s eyes and tried to register what he’d said. It just wouldn’t sink in so he wound up asking, “What?”
Mikey smiled and moved one of his hands down to dig in his pocket and pulled out a box. He opened the box and then sunk to his knee, “Robert Nathaniel Bryar, will you marry me?”
Bob stared at the ring, it was beautiful. It was a plain sliver band with a sliver, braided rope winding around the middle of it. It was perfect and it brought tears to Bob’s eyes. He couldn’t talk he just nodded and wiped his eyes.
Mikey bounced to his feet and beamed, “Is that a yes?”
Bob nodded and gave a sob-laugh, “Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes!”
Mikey laughed and kissed Bob hard on the lips as he pulled him tight against his body and held onto him. Soon one of his hands migrated up to cup Bob’s face, his fingers resting on his neck and his palm on his cheek while their kiss dragged on and on and on.
Suddenly Mikey was being poked in the side and they finally pulled away with a wet pop to look over at the intruder. Mikey’s eyes dropped down to see little Ethan Jay, Frank and Ray’s three year old son, sucking on his thumb and sniffing a little, clutching hard to his faded blue blankie up to his face. Mikey crouched down in front of the curly haired boy and smiled at him. “What is it sweetie?”
Ethan Jay pulled his thumb out of his mouth for just a moment to speak, “Uncle Gee wanted to know if you’d asked the question yet to Uncle Bobby.”
Mikey smiled and pushed a strand of the small boy’s hair out of his face and then pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Can you tell Uncle Gee that he’ll just have to wait?”
Ethan Jay nodded and popped his thumb back into his mouth before scampering into the room. Mikey smiled and stood back up to face Bob again. “We should get back in,” Bob said, cupping Mikey’s cheek and moving in for another kiss.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Mikey hummed against Bob’s lips as they kissed slowly their hands finding familiar resting spots on each other’s bodies. Faces and hips, lower backs and upper arms.
They pulled apart on their own accord this time and Mikey finally wiggled the ring free from its slot and took Bob’s hand in his then slid it smoothly into place. Bob smiled as he looked at the ring and rested his head on Mikey’s shoulder. “Did you get a ring for yourself?”
Mikey shook his head and linked their fingers together, “I thought it was a bit self-centered for me to get my own ring. Besides, I want you to pick it out. Did I do good?”
Bob grinned and pressed a kiss to the underside of Mikey’s jaw, “You did perfectly.”
Mikey beamed and kissed Bob’s nose, “Good. Shall we go on in?”
Bob nodded and the two men walked into the room. They took their seats at the table again, still holding hands, and smiled at everyone else. Bob took a sip of his drink while everyone went silent and stared at them. He looked over the top of his glass at everybody and raised his eyebrows. “What?” He asked after he drank deeply.
“Well?” Gerard piped up, “Did he ask you or not?”
“Ask me what?” Bob asked a little confused.
Gerard rolled his eyes, “Did he pop the question?”
“What question?” Bob asked, this time just playing dumb to annoy Gerard and for his own giggles.
“Bob your such an ass, did Mikey ask you to marry him or not?” Gerard snapped, lifting Ethan Jay into his lap.
“Uncle Gee what’s ass?” Ethan Jay asked looking up at him with wide, sleepy eyes.
“Thanks a lot Gerard,” Ray sighed, rubbing his swollen stomach and glaring at the other man.
Gerard smiled sheepishly at Ray, “Sorry Ray. Ethan Jay ass is a bad word that nobody should say and I’m very sorry I said it.”
“Oh. Well it’s okay Uncle Gee. I forgives yous.” Ethan Jay nuzzled his nose up under Gerard’s chin and closed his heavy eyes.
Gerard smiled and stroked Ethan Jay’s back softly, “Well thank you Ethan, that’s very sweet of you.”
“Uncle Gee! My name Ethan Jay!” The little boy scolded sleepily making everybody chuckle a little.
“Oops, I’m sorry sweetie, do you forgive me?” Ethan Jay nodded and closed his eyes again. He covered himself haphazardly with his tiny blanket and popped his thumb back into his mouth. Frank smiled and reached over to brush some of his son’s hair from his eyes then moved his other hand to brush over his husband’s stomach as a million thoughts raced through his mind. “Okay so Bob did he?”
Bob turned to Mikey and glared at him playfully, “Mikey, Lord, who else did you tell before you asked me?”
“I only told Gerard, I swear, but you know him. He’s got such a big blabber mouth. I was surprised he didn’t tell you before I got a chance to ask.” Mikey glared angrily at his big brother who just smirked and rocked his body slowly.
“Well out with it Robert, I need to know if we’re releasing a press release,” Brian, the band’s manager, piped up.
Bob smiled and lifted his hand to show Gerard the new ring that adorned his finger. Gerard beamed at the men and snatched at Bob’s hand to look at the ring his little brother had flat out refused to show him. This time Gerard squealed a little too loudly and caused David, Frank and Ray’s fifteen month old son, to jerk awake and start crying. Mikey quickly swooped down and picked the large boy up to sooth him back to sleep with a bottle passed over from Frank.
“Okay, Gerard has to be silent for the rest of the night.” Brian decreed and ducked away from the swing aimed at him.
Bob was leaning over Mikey’s shoulder to peer down at the child in his arms. He reached down and stroked the soft hair and looked wistfully at the baby. Mikey seemed to feel the desire coming from his fiancé and quickly shifted the young boy over to the other’s arms. Bob beamed and pressed a grateful kiss to Mikey’s lips.
The talk resumed around Bob as his world zoomed in on the child in his arms. His eyes quickly filled and overflowed as thoughts of his own lost son swam into the forefront of his mind. He couldn’t help thinking that his own son would be about the same age as David if… if only. If only.
Mikey could sense the sudden change in Bob’s mood and he quickly wrapped his arms around his soon-to-be-husband’s body. “It wasn’t your fault baby.”
Bob nodded and sniffed then buried his face to stifle his choked sob in Mikey’s skin. “I know,” he choked out. That’s what everybody told him. It was just nature, it was not his fault. It was an accident that nobody could have predicted or prevented. There was nothing they could have done to prevent the small child from twisting the way he had causing his umbilical cord to twist and wrap around the tiny neck. It cut off all the oxygen he was using and suffocated the growing child. Even if they had been able to catch it in time, the doctor had told him, the child was too young to have survived outside of the womb and there was nothing they could have done that would have guaranteed its survival.
No matter what people told Bob it still hurt him beyond belief and he still couldn’t help thinking those thoughts. Maybe if he had laid differently, or maybe if he had showered differently, or maybe something he could have done. Deep down though, he knew there was nothing he could have done at all. It just happened.
After carrying and bonding with the child he had created with Mikey for five long months he was forced to go through fifteen hours of exhausting labor before he had to push the child out. He had sobbed and screamed, been silent and angry, been numb and overwhelmed with emotion throughout all of it and it had been all too much for him. He had been bedridden with grief for weeks and weeks after the event, only emerging for the funeral.
He could still feel the way his son felt in his arms as he’d said his goodbyes, almost weightless. At barely two pounds the child had been almost nothing in his arms. Mikey had held him while they both rocked and sobbed over the too tiny, too fragile, too limp body of their son. They kept a tiny lock of hair and his footprints, they kept his baby book they had worked on during the entire pregnancy and they had buried him in a coffin all too small, in a hole all too tiny.
Eventually Bob had finally emerged from the room he’d locked himself in, refusing food or human contact for days at a time, only to collapse again on the couch. He rocked and screamed and cried, Mikey at his side, holding him close the entire time. Bob had dug his fingers into Mikey’s bone-skinny arm and soaked his warm skin with salted pain. Mikey had not stayed strong he had sobbed with his lover and they grieved together. Something, both men said, brought them closer as a couple and made their relationship even stronger than it had been before.
Both Bob and Mikey had managed to work through their grief together and in doing so had made their relationship rock hard. Bob was almost perfectly okay around David and other children, but for some reason, today, he got sad, but it was okay.
Mikey soothed him and rocked him while Bob cried silently and stared down at the tired child cradled to his chest. “I want to try again,” he whispered once his sobs had finally passed.
Mikey bit his lip and pressed his lips against Bob’s head, “I don’t think I’m ready yet Bobby.”
Bob lifted his head to look into Mikey’s eyes, “A-are you sure?”
Mikey nodded with sad eyes, “I’m so sorry Bobby, I just. I don’t know. Maybe just a couple more months? Please? You know I’m still in counseling. I’m trying baby you know I am, but, I’m just not ready. I’m so, so sorry.”
Bob reached up to stroked Mikey’s cheek quickly and kissed his lips, “No, no, Mikey don’t be sorry, it’s okay. I understand. W-we’ll w-wait. I understand.”
Mikey nodded with wet eyes and kissed Bob again, long and slow, the passion white hot in each man’s chest and groin. Bob groaned deep in his chest, his free hand migrating down to Mikey’s bone-skin hip and pressed clammy warm to the skin he exposed.
Finally they pulled away after all too long and not long enough, their lips separating reluctantly, slowly, wetly. They pushed their foreheads against each other and panted heavily for much needed oxygen, still stealing kisses here and there. “I’m not sleeping tonight am I?” Bob panted out slowly and watched the smile spread over the other’s entire face. “Totally not, well let me get some sugar into my body.”
Mikey giggled and moved to nibble on Bob’s ear, “I need to get some condoms before we go back to the hotel,” he whispered against Bob’s skin making the other shudder.
Bob ordered a brownie sundae and dug in hungrily, sharing just a little bit with Mikey as conversation surrounded, and engulfed the two men.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
An hour or so later everybody was getting ready to leave. Bob excused himself to go to the bathroom and was just washing his hands when he felt something in his stomach causing him to make a soft “Oh,” of surprise. His hand flew to his stomach and his eyes looked down at it.
He was leaning over, hand still on his stomach, eyes still glued to where his hand rested when Mikey stepped inside the room. “Hey babe, are you… Bob? Are you okay?” Mikey asked rushing to his side.
Bob looked up and quickly wiped the fear from his eyes and gave a shaky smile. “Yeah, I’m fine love. Are we leaving now?” Bob asked wiping his hands dry.
Mikey nodded and gave Bob a searching look. Bob just smiled and watched Mikey go into a stall. He turned again and looked at himself in the mirror and pressed his hand to his stomach again and stared into his own eyes. “Please be okay,” he whispered to himself and to his stomach where the feeling was still lingering.
The only way to explain the feeling is to be called a spark. One he had felt before. It was the spark of a new life.
Next Part: 015. A meeting
Title: The Spark of a New Life
Author: my_life_myway33
Theme(s): 012. Food
Pairing: Bob Bryar/Mikey Way
Challenge: M-Preg
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,597
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but the words written.
Author Notes: Written for 30_fluffs prompt.
Past Parts: oo3. Transportation
“Shhhh, keep quiet,” the younger man hissed to the older one before surging his hips forward again. The older man gritted his teeth and did everything in his power to keep from making noise, but he still hissed in pleasure. “Shut up!”
The younger man’s hands reflexively tightened on his lover’s hips, digging in harder and bruising the sensitive skin there. The older man tried desperately to find a grip on the wall he was pressed against and failed just as miserably as he had with keeping his sounds to himself. He turned his head just enough to look at his companion and glared at him, “I’m trying!” He hissed back. “You were the one who wanted to do this in the bathroom!”
The younger man slammed his hips forward in ‘punishment’ for his lover’s mouth; the only thing it earned him was a loud moan of pleasure. The younger man finally reached around and wrapped his hand around his lover’s mouth, before whispering, “Yes, but I wasn’t the one who wanted to do it in the girl’s bathroom.” The older man giggled and leaned back against his lover and concentrated on sucking and licking at his palm to leave a hickey there for his lover to remember him by.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ten minutes later Bob and Mikey casually walked out of the girl’s bathroom trying not to giggle like girls. They got caught by a woman, who was walking in as they were opening the door. Bob quickly said, “We got a little turned around and went into the wrong bathroom.” With a smooth smile. The woman smiled and let them pass.
They were five steps away from the door when Mikey burst into a fit of giggles. Bob chuckled a little and laced his fingers with the man at his side. Mikey pressed Bob against the wall right outside the room him and the other band members had rented out for the night and linked his other fingers along Bob’s before lifting their hands over their heads and crossing Bob’s arms at his wrists. “Do you know how much I love you?”
Bob smiled and tried to steal a kiss, but Mikey pulled back out of reach with a teasing smile. Bob sighed and let his head drop against the wall and settled with stroking Mikey’s hand with his thumb. “How much?” Bob asked in a whisper.
“You’re my everything,” Mikey breathed back, his eyes piercing deep into Bob’s. “Marry me.”
Bob was sure he was going to say something, but his mind had gone blank. He stared into Mikey’s eyes and tried to register what he’d said. It just wouldn’t sink in so he wound up asking, “What?”
Mikey smiled and moved one of his hands down to dig in his pocket and pulled out a box. He opened the box and then sunk to his knee, “Robert Nathaniel Bryar, will you marry me?”
Bob stared at the ring, it was beautiful. It was a plain sliver band with a sliver, braided rope winding around the middle of it. It was perfect and it brought tears to Bob’s eyes. He couldn’t talk he just nodded and wiped his eyes.
Mikey bounced to his feet and beamed, “Is that a yes?”
Bob nodded and gave a sob-laugh, “Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes!”
Mikey laughed and kissed Bob hard on the lips as he pulled him tight against his body and held onto him. Soon one of his hands migrated up to cup Bob’s face, his fingers resting on his neck and his palm on his cheek while their kiss dragged on and on and on.
Suddenly Mikey was being poked in the side and they finally pulled away with a wet pop to look over at the intruder. Mikey’s eyes dropped down to see little Ethan Jay, Frank and Ray’s three year old son, sucking on his thumb and sniffing a little, clutching hard to his faded blue blankie up to his face. Mikey crouched down in front of the curly haired boy and smiled at him. “What is it sweetie?”
Ethan Jay pulled his thumb out of his mouth for just a moment to speak, “Uncle Gee wanted to know if you’d asked the question yet to Uncle Bobby.”
Mikey smiled and pushed a strand of the small boy’s hair out of his face and then pressed a kiss to his forehead, “Can you tell Uncle Gee that he’ll just have to wait?”
Ethan Jay nodded and popped his thumb back into his mouth before scampering into the room. Mikey smiled and stood back up to face Bob again. “We should get back in,” Bob said, cupping Mikey’s cheek and moving in for another kiss.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Mikey hummed against Bob’s lips as they kissed slowly their hands finding familiar resting spots on each other’s bodies. Faces and hips, lower backs and upper arms.
They pulled apart on their own accord this time and Mikey finally wiggled the ring free from its slot and took Bob’s hand in his then slid it smoothly into place. Bob smiled as he looked at the ring and rested his head on Mikey’s shoulder. “Did you get a ring for yourself?”
Mikey shook his head and linked their fingers together, “I thought it was a bit self-centered for me to get my own ring. Besides, I want you to pick it out. Did I do good?”
Bob grinned and pressed a kiss to the underside of Mikey’s jaw, “You did perfectly.”
Mikey beamed and kissed Bob’s nose, “Good. Shall we go on in?”
Bob nodded and the two men walked into the room. They took their seats at the table again, still holding hands, and smiled at everyone else. Bob took a sip of his drink while everyone went silent and stared at them. He looked over the top of his glass at everybody and raised his eyebrows. “What?” He asked after he drank deeply.
“Well?” Gerard piped up, “Did he ask you or not?”
“Ask me what?” Bob asked a little confused.
Gerard rolled his eyes, “Did he pop the question?”
“What question?” Bob asked, this time just playing dumb to annoy Gerard and for his own giggles.
“Bob your such an ass, did Mikey ask you to marry him or not?” Gerard snapped, lifting Ethan Jay into his lap.
“Uncle Gee what’s ass?” Ethan Jay asked looking up at him with wide, sleepy eyes.
“Thanks a lot Gerard,” Ray sighed, rubbing his swollen stomach and glaring at the other man.
Gerard smiled sheepishly at Ray, “Sorry Ray. Ethan Jay ass is a bad word that nobody should say and I’m very sorry I said it.”
“Oh. Well it’s okay Uncle Gee. I forgives yous.” Ethan Jay nuzzled his nose up under Gerard’s chin and closed his heavy eyes.
Gerard smiled and stroked Ethan Jay’s back softly, “Well thank you Ethan, that’s very sweet of you.”
“Uncle Gee! My name Ethan Jay!” The little boy scolded sleepily making everybody chuckle a little.
“Oops, I’m sorry sweetie, do you forgive me?” Ethan Jay nodded and closed his eyes again. He covered himself haphazardly with his tiny blanket and popped his thumb back into his mouth. Frank smiled and reached over to brush some of his son’s hair from his eyes then moved his other hand to brush over his husband’s stomach as a million thoughts raced through his mind. “Okay so Bob did he?”
Bob turned to Mikey and glared at him playfully, “Mikey, Lord, who else did you tell before you asked me?”
“I only told Gerard, I swear, but you know him. He’s got such a big blabber mouth. I was surprised he didn’t tell you before I got a chance to ask.” Mikey glared angrily at his big brother who just smirked and rocked his body slowly.
“Well out with it Robert, I need to know if we’re releasing a press release,” Brian, the band’s manager, piped up.
Bob smiled and lifted his hand to show Gerard the new ring that adorned his finger. Gerard beamed at the men and snatched at Bob’s hand to look at the ring his little brother had flat out refused to show him. This time Gerard squealed a little too loudly and caused David, Frank and Ray’s fifteen month old son, to jerk awake and start crying. Mikey quickly swooped down and picked the large boy up to sooth him back to sleep with a bottle passed over from Frank.
“Okay, Gerard has to be silent for the rest of the night.” Brian decreed and ducked away from the swing aimed at him.
Bob was leaning over Mikey’s shoulder to peer down at the child in his arms. He reached down and stroked the soft hair and looked wistfully at the baby. Mikey seemed to feel the desire coming from his fiancé and quickly shifted the young boy over to the other’s arms. Bob beamed and pressed a grateful kiss to Mikey’s lips.
The talk resumed around Bob as his world zoomed in on the child in his arms. His eyes quickly filled and overflowed as thoughts of his own lost son swam into the forefront of his mind. He couldn’t help thinking that his own son would be about the same age as David if… if only. If only.
Mikey could sense the sudden change in Bob’s mood and he quickly wrapped his arms around his soon-to-be-husband’s body. “It wasn’t your fault baby.”
Bob nodded and sniffed then buried his face to stifle his choked sob in Mikey’s skin. “I know,” he choked out. That’s what everybody told him. It was just nature, it was not his fault. It was an accident that nobody could have predicted or prevented. There was nothing they could have done to prevent the small child from twisting the way he had causing his umbilical cord to twist and wrap around the tiny neck. It cut off all the oxygen he was using and suffocated the growing child. Even if they had been able to catch it in time, the doctor had told him, the child was too young to have survived outside of the womb and there was nothing they could have done that would have guaranteed its survival.
No matter what people told Bob it still hurt him beyond belief and he still couldn’t help thinking those thoughts. Maybe if he had laid differently, or maybe if he had showered differently, or maybe something he could have done. Deep down though, he knew there was nothing he could have done at all. It just happened.
After carrying and bonding with the child he had created with Mikey for five long months he was forced to go through fifteen hours of exhausting labor before he had to push the child out. He had sobbed and screamed, been silent and angry, been numb and overwhelmed with emotion throughout all of it and it had been all too much for him. He had been bedridden with grief for weeks and weeks after the event, only emerging for the funeral.
He could still feel the way his son felt in his arms as he’d said his goodbyes, almost weightless. At barely two pounds the child had been almost nothing in his arms. Mikey had held him while they both rocked and sobbed over the too tiny, too fragile, too limp body of their son. They kept a tiny lock of hair and his footprints, they kept his baby book they had worked on during the entire pregnancy and they had buried him in a coffin all too small, in a hole all too tiny.
Eventually Bob had finally emerged from the room he’d locked himself in, refusing food or human contact for days at a time, only to collapse again on the couch. He rocked and screamed and cried, Mikey at his side, holding him close the entire time. Bob had dug his fingers into Mikey’s bone-skinny arm and soaked his warm skin with salted pain. Mikey had not stayed strong he had sobbed with his lover and they grieved together. Something, both men said, brought them closer as a couple and made their relationship even stronger than it had been before.
Both Bob and Mikey had managed to work through their grief together and in doing so had made their relationship rock hard. Bob was almost perfectly okay around David and other children, but for some reason, today, he got sad, but it was okay.
Mikey soothed him and rocked him while Bob cried silently and stared down at the tired child cradled to his chest. “I want to try again,” he whispered once his sobs had finally passed.
Mikey bit his lip and pressed his lips against Bob’s head, “I don’t think I’m ready yet Bobby.”
Bob lifted his head to look into Mikey’s eyes, “A-are you sure?”
Mikey nodded with sad eyes, “I’m so sorry Bobby, I just. I don’t know. Maybe just a couple more months? Please? You know I’m still in counseling. I’m trying baby you know I am, but, I’m just not ready. I’m so, so sorry.”
Bob reached up to stroked Mikey’s cheek quickly and kissed his lips, “No, no, Mikey don’t be sorry, it’s okay. I understand. W-we’ll w-wait. I understand.”
Mikey nodded with wet eyes and kissed Bob again, long and slow, the passion white hot in each man’s chest and groin. Bob groaned deep in his chest, his free hand migrating down to Mikey’s bone-skin hip and pressed clammy warm to the skin he exposed.
Finally they pulled away after all too long and not long enough, their lips separating reluctantly, slowly, wetly. They pushed their foreheads against each other and panted heavily for much needed oxygen, still stealing kisses here and there. “I’m not sleeping tonight am I?” Bob panted out slowly and watched the smile spread over the other’s entire face. “Totally not, well let me get some sugar into my body.”
Mikey giggled and moved to nibble on Bob’s ear, “I need to get some condoms before we go back to the hotel,” he whispered against Bob’s skin making the other shudder.
Bob ordered a brownie sundae and dug in hungrily, sharing just a little bit with Mikey as conversation surrounded, and engulfed the two men.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
An hour or so later everybody was getting ready to leave. Bob excused himself to go to the bathroom and was just washing his hands when he felt something in his stomach causing him to make a soft “Oh,” of surprise. His hand flew to his stomach and his eyes looked down at it.
He was leaning over, hand still on his stomach, eyes still glued to where his hand rested when Mikey stepped inside the room. “Hey babe, are you… Bob? Are you okay?” Mikey asked rushing to his side.
Bob looked up and quickly wiped the fear from his eyes and gave a shaky smile. “Yeah, I’m fine love. Are we leaving now?” Bob asked wiping his hands dry.
Mikey nodded and gave Bob a searching look. Bob just smiled and watched Mikey go into a stall. He turned again and looked at himself in the mirror and pressed his hand to his stomach again and stared into his own eyes. “Please be okay,” he whispered to himself and to his stomach where the feeling was still lingering.
The only way to explain the feeling is to be called a spark. One he had felt before. It was the spark of a new life.
Next Part: 015. A meeting