"You know what's really weird?"

"Hmm?"

"That we're all more jazzed about the baby than she is."

"True true."

"So...why ae we having another baby shower? To mark the sixth month right? Or some week that's in the fifth month?"

Gumball looked down at his boyfriend, smiled fondly then lightly nudged his shoulder. "Come on, get up. She's going to come over here, to hang out with you. I gotta go and help FP with the setting up part and we all know what a sneak she is, even if she herself ordered us to do this."

Marshall rolled his eyes. "Again, why is she having another one? She's already pregnant, yay, baby!" He said the last two words sarcastically and wiggled his hands, finger straight and spread apart like a version of sarcastic jazz hands. "But what's the point in it all?"

"How about that she's very pregnant, hormonal, her ankles are swelling and she's craving foods that will take forever for her lose the baby weight because of it? Oh, and that she has high hopes for a pregnant lady." Gumball replied tilting his head while Marshall looked up at him and nearly cracked up. The pink haired male smiled then reached over stealing one of Marshall's dark hoodies when he noticed the prince was also wearing his jeans. "I'm stealing your clothes for the day."

"Does that mean I have to wear your cherry covered pajamas cause your such a cherry boy?" Marshall asked with a widening of his eyes to get the 'cutesy' look Fionna taught him when he sat up and Gumball whacked him upside the head. "Ow! Violent!"

"Then don't be stupid." Gumball replied when his lips twitched into another smile and then picked up a backpack by the door and moved a hand through his messy hair. "And by the by, as much fun as it is to stay here and do nothing, I gotta get back to the kingdom. Work to do and such."

Marshall sighed then rolled over making pitiful whimpering noises like a kicked puppy. "But-But who will I snuggle in the day! And kiss when I want too?! Oh! The inhumanity, Bubba, you're abandoning me! Abandonment!" He gasped flopping onto his back throwing his hand over his forehead in a very Victorian way when he shut his eyes, went limp and faked death.

"Really?" Gumball asked crossing his arms raising a brow looking down at the limp vampire. He lightly nudged one of his legs then stepped on his stomach playfully but Marshall stayed committed to his being 'dead' and Gumball rolled his eyes walking around then got down on his knees and laid on his belly easily placing his face above the vampire's. "You look so pretty when you fake death."

Marshall finally opened his eyes sighing making Gumball actually giggle. "Not believable? At all? Or was it much to dramatic?" Marshall asked when Gumball then rolled so he could sit up and the other sat up as well chuckling.

"Too dramatic. I could tell you faked from the beginning, you big drama Queen." Gumball playfully joked when he was pulled closer to Marshall who flopping down onto his back and dragging Gumball with him and smirked deviously.

"I think that's why Fionna's going to give me honorary title of Aunty Marsh, the drama Queen of the Nightosphere!" Marshall proclaimed proudly making Gumball giggle once again and he loved the sound, tiny and cute, it didn't go at all with his usual 'intelligent and formal' appearance when he dressed like it. Right now, in his pants and hoodie, the pink prince was just Gumball and he relished every moment of it.

"Okay okay, your royally dramatic, I gotta go." Gumball pecked Marshall's lips which made the vampire's eyes glitter lightly and Gumball rolled his eyes softly. "One more." He leaned down and, instead of a peck, gave him a soft press of the lips that lasted a moment and before he could pull away Marshall had his arms around his waist and he grinned.

"One more~" He purred playfully then leaned his head up and pressed his lips against Gumball's softly, enjoying it immensely when Gumball kissed him back. He grinned a moment, like he'd just one a long argument, but stopped and focused on kissing the pink prince in his arms.

It was rather nice, lips moving together in synchronization but seeming to move just a bit one their own. Marshall tightened his arms just a bit rolling onto his side and moved one his arms to put his hand up underneath the hoodie and stroke the warm flesh there. It was easy to lose track of time, when kissing of course, and it was especially easy to lose track of it when he was with the vampire and that didn't help much at all. And, plus, if he was to be honest he loved kissing Marshall too much.

"Woo-oooow!" The word was dragged out long and shattered the warm moment and Gumball pulled away fast, his cheeks glowing a dark red his violet eyes wide and Marshall just shrugged like it was no big deal. He looked up at Fionna scrambling to his feet and the blonde female raised a brow. "Didn't think you were one to be making out on the floor, PG."

"It's not like that," He mumbled even though it was exactly like that. "I'm going I'll see you later, Marshall." And with that, with disappointment shadowing the vampire's face briefly, Gumball was out the door in record time.

"Marshall," A yawn interrupted the sentence. "I'm tired. Can't I talk to you later? It's two in the morning!"

"But I miss you, Bubs." Marshall whined pitifully as he laid out on his belly on his bed staring at the clock broodingly. Sure, he could go outside in the day thanks to some syrum Gumball made but that didn't change that Marshall was still wide awake at night and tired in the day. Being a thousand years old did that to you, sleeping in the same routine for that long.

Gumball sighed and Marshall could hear him shuffling around in his own bed. "It's only been, what? Seven hours since we've been together? I left around two in afternoon and saw you again at the party at five. It's been nine hours. I think you'll live."

"Noooo!" Marshall whined this time but it was genuinely. He wouldn't say he was overly attached but he loved his boyfriend, a lot, and didn't like it when they went longer than six hours without communicating. It was like the first three hours, sure it was okay, lonely, but manageable. Six hours it became worrisome. Anything after than that and he was desperate to hear the pink Prince's voice, embarrassing as it was. "Can I come over?"

"I that all you really think about?" He jerked at the way his boyfriend snapped at him, sounding immediately awake, that he sat up slightly with surprise. "Just coming over at ungodly hours and having sex? Is that all it is to you, Marshall?"

"Whoa, whoa, Bubs, what's going on?" He asked yet he felt his stomach coiling tight with anxiety which bloomed slowly like a flower taking root deep in his stomach and suddenly budding and unfurling. This was making his fingers shake. "What's wrong? Did I do something?"

"No it-you-" Gumball paused to sigh heavily. "It just seems whenever I see you or you see me it ends in something sexual. I...I don't want that as much anymore. It was fine in the beginning, hooking up and things were hot then like they are now."

"I'm sensing a but." Marshall whispered while he twisted his shaking fingers into his pajama pants. Sure, Gumball seemed irritated in the beginning of this conversation but now it was turning into a complete mess and one that came out of nowhere. It was so serious Marshall didn't even point out the obvious joke of what he said and what it could mean.

"I just...I feel like I'm wanting different things, Marshall. More complicated things than just kissing on the floor and having sex whenever, I want more. And I don't know if you do." Gumball's words all but punched Marshall in the chest making him lightly gasp at this. Were they...did he...

"Are you breaking up with me?" Marshall couldn't get his voice above a whisper, his eyes wide as he gripped his pants tightly holding his breath. Gumball immediately gasped like Marshall slapped him and yet, seemed to take into account how Marshall must feel, and he could almost see the sweetly intense face in front of him.

"No! No! Never, Marshall!" He hesitated letting out a tight breath. "I already did that once, I'm not going to be stupid enough to do it a second time. Not again."

"But this is how we broke up before!" Marshall got out in a shaky voice, hating how it sounded even to himself, and stood up but still held his pants tightly in his hand. "You wanted more, the kingdom was weighing on you and you broke up with me. I'm freaking the flip out, Gumball!"

"Don't! It's..." Gumball paused and Marshall heard blankets being thrown off and him walking across the room. "I'll be there in twenty minutes, okay? We can talk then, face to face. But you have to let me go home after, okay? You'll bring me home?"

Marshall nodded then cleared his throat, realizing Gumball couldn't see the action. "I'll bring you home. Just some talk to me and I'll do whatever you want."

'Just please, please don't hurt me again, Gumball.' He couldn't help thinking the words as they whispered across his mind and he hung up. Walking across his room he jumped down, ignoring the ladder all together, and padded to the couch, sat down and took a deep breath. Another one. And another one. It'll be okay. He'll be okay. Gumball will be okay. They just needed to talk and then they'd be alright again. He could just feel it.

Even as he tried to calm himself down anxiety gnawed at him like a disease, eating him from the inside out and wouldn't ease up until he saw Gumball. This was going to be the longest twenty minutes of his life. He saw the clock flick and sighed. Well, make that nineteen longest minutes of his life.