Chapter 2: The Surrogate
Days quickly began to blur together as Jean spent more and more time in bed. There were more voice mails from Mikasa and Eren but he didn't care. He couldn't even bear to look at Mikasa after Marco's accident.
[FLASHBACK]
Jean and Marco were sat at the dining room table. They had just finished a late breakfast and now, they were looking at resumes of sorts. Jean picked up a piece of paper from the coffee table and began to read. Marco watched him for a moment before resting his head on the blond's shoulder. "Anything interesting?" He asked, a tired expression on his face.
Jean shook his head and placed the piece of paper back down onto the table. "None of them are right for us, Marco."
The brunette simply nodded in response, "I know but we have to pick one."
Jean turned his head to face Marco, pressing a kiss on the top of his head. "Well... Who do you like?"
Marco lifts his head from Jean's shoulder and quickly looks through the papers in front of him. "There was one... That I thought was good yesterday..." Jean watches Marco search through the papers for their perfect candidate. "But... I can't seem to..."
A moment passes before Marco stops looking. "Damnit," he muttered, annoyed with himself and the mess before him.
A soft smile spreads across Jean's lips. "Hey... Don't get worked up over this, it'll work itself out. We'll find her eventually," he said, reassuringly before pressing a soft kiss onto Marco's lips. "I promise," he mumbled against the brunette's lips before kissing him once again.
"Bu-" Marco mumbled, unable to finish his sentence as Jean's lips against his own once more. "Are you really going to -" He started to mumble but once again, he was interrupted my Jean's lips.
"Yes."
[END FLASHBACK]
Jean's eyes slowly opened once again as he sat up on his bed. His eyes slowly scanned his bedroom. There were empty takeaway containers from various fast food establishments scattered all over the floor. He slowly crawled out of bed and walked downstairs into the kitchen. "I need a maid," he mumbled to himself as he made his way to the liquor cabinet. He quickly grabbed the bottle of vodka and took a large swig. His face crinkled as he felt the burn travel down his throat. "Ugh..."
Before he could take another sip, there was a knock on the door. Slowly, he walked to the door and opened it to reveal Mikasa. "Uh... Uh..." He stuttered, his brain unable to form any kind of word let alone a sentence.
"Give me that," she ordered, snatching the bottle of vodka from his hands. Without giving it a second thought, she threw the bottle into the bin. "Out of all of the things you've done, Jean..." She mumbled, walking into his apartment.
"This place is..." Before she could finish her sentence, an out of breath Eren interrupted her. "How... How did you make it to their front door before me? You're pregnant!"
Mikasa shot Eren a look as if to say, "we're not here to discuss your fitness or... Lack there of. Focus." Mikasa's focus quickly shifted back onto Jean.
"Why haven't you replied to any of my voicemails?"
[FLASHBACK]
Once again, Jean and Marco were sat at the kitchen table, looking through resumes. "This is ridiculous. Why can't we just pick someone we know and love?" Marco asked, his eyes scanning another woman's application.
Jean shrugged. "I mean we could but... I think it might be a little awkward to ask them? Her?" He responded. A moment passed before he looked at Marco. "Why? Did you have someone in mind?"
Marco nodded. "There's this girl that I really love. She's caring, loving, amazing and not to mention beautiful and her hair defies gravity."
"Are you sure you don't want to date her?" Jean teased, a soft chuckle escaping him.
Marco shot Jean a look, "Why would I want to date her when I'm already married to the world's biggest idiot?" He teased, pressing a quick kiss onto Jean's lips.
"Hey!" Jean exclaimed in a faux offended tone.
Marco smiled at Jean, shaking his head. A moment passed before Marco spoke again. "It's Mikasa."
Jean turned his head to look at Marco. "Mikasa... Huh..." He mumbled, nodding her head slightly. "I wonder what she'd say."
[END FLASHBACK]
"Well, Jean Kirschtein?" She repeated herself when Jean didn't respond to her initial question. "Are you really going to keep a pregnant woman waiting?"
