Marshall was walking around his kitchen, Gumball scrunched up in a tight ball on the couch with his arms around his shins and his face in his knees. He'd been that way since Marshall went and got him, the uncomfortable silence too thick that Gumball couldn't being to speak and he honestly wished Fionna was here to break it. But the girl was wrapped up in the twins, having lamented once in a text that now that they were a month old, she felt like she'd miss something if she was away too long. And Gumball would feel bad if the blonde had to cart the babies around at his every whim so he left her alone for now and all she honestly knew was Gumball broke and asked to go back to Marshall's. He couldn't text her back since he refused to move or do anything of the sort.
He twitched, however, when Marshall set a coffee cup in front of him on the coffee table and he kept the same position until Marshall spoke. "Bubs, you should drink some. It's just warm milk for you since it always helps after you go on a crying jag."
Gumball lifted his head just a bit from his knees to stare at the mug and he found it slightly difficult and uncomfortable to break the position to reach out for the warm milk only to balance it on his knees. "Thanks." He hated how tiny his voice was when he took a sip and Marshall sat next to him making him flinch just a bit.
"So. We're going to be Dad's, huh?" Marshall asked again taking a sip of his coffee and Gumball nodded softly. "When do you think you ended up pregnant?"
Gumball took a sip of his warm milk, which felt like silk going down, and he thought back on it. If he was a month and the twins were a month old..."I think it was a few weeks after the twins were born." He finally murmured scrunching up a little tighter, nearly mumbling into his cup which he held between his hands tightly.
"Ohh!" Marshall sat up straighter staring at Gumball who scrunched up tightly, looking away with a faint blush in his cheeks. "That was only one of two times we did it without a condom, right? The first time before Fionna's five month baby shower and then the second time after the twins."
"Yeah." He replied softly taking another sip of the warm milk and Marshall made a soft noise then looked up at the ceiling. He remembered both times vividly, remembering how both times without the condom, they'd just figured there was no chance of pregnancy so what could it hurt without a condom? Clearly this is what happened.
"Bubs, I'm sorry for flipping out on you. I should've said it all so much easier without it sounding so bad." Marshall replied rubbing his thumb around the edge of the cup softly and then looked at Gumball. "I think...do you think we're ready? Or should we be married first?"
"Married first?" Gumball echoed weakly staring at Marshall in disbelief. Did he really hear those words just now? It'd been, what? Two days with the ring on his middle finger as a promise ring? Now Marshall was bringing up marriage? "Why are you bringing that up now?"
"Well, it's just my parents weren't married." Marshall started off scratching his cheek nervously. "My mom always told me to be married first before I even considered kids. Ever. Marriage is sacred but it gives the dude less of a chance to run away or skip out on the kids."
"Marshall, we've dated since I turned sixteen right?" Marshall nodded when Gumball continued on. "We've been dating close to three years now. Are you sure you'd want to get married after three years? And besides I..I don't want to get married to you unless it's for the right reasons and not just because I'm suddenly pregnant."
Marshall blinked, listening to Gumball talk without interrupting. He waited until he was sure Gumball wasn't going to speak again when he leaned back looking at the pink prince. "Gumball, we have been dating close to three years and that doesn't change much for me! I'm not suggesting we go out and get married right this second but I just think that maybe in a year, when you're over this pregnancy stuff, we can have a wedding. Maybe. Or whenever you're ready but I've heard of people getting married after dating for a couple years."
"So, are you saying what I think I'm interpreting from you that you want to get married but you don't want to push me to do it right now?" Gumball asked with his eyes widening slowly but surely, surprise in his face and eyes, in his voice, so thick that Marshall nearly laughed. He then reached out cupping Gumball's cheek and rubbing his thumb over his cheek bone softly.
"So stupid." Marshall replied to the male who tensed and he placed a kiss on the tip of Gumball's nose. "You are right, I don't want to push you. Sort of like how you want to make sure I want to marry you for the right reasons. So, let's just wait this pregnancy out, take care of the kid and if we don't rip each other apart we'll say marriage is on the table?"
Gumball thought for a moment, staring at Marshall then down at his light gray hand on his thigh and let out a soft breath nodding lightly. "Okay, yeah that makes sense. We'll see how this pregnancy plays out for the both of us in the next eight months and marriage can be on the table for the both of us."
Marshall beamed then leaned in so his forehead touched Gumball's softly, his eyes glittering wickedly. "Should we seal it with a kiss and as a sign of cease fire of this stupid fight we had?" He asked sweetly, staring straight into his violet irises and Gumball sighed gently lightly leaning forward making Marshall smile wider.
"Fine, fine. If it'll make you happy." Gumball replied when Marshall leaned in pressing his lips against his own and he closed his eyes. He remained stiff, not moving his body, as he kissed Marshall until the vampire turned using one of his knees to lean forward sliding his arms around his waist pulling him closer.
He sighed through his nose softly, letting himself relax as he shifted closer curling his arms around Marshall's shoulders holding onto him tightly. Sliding his fingers through his hair he marveled at the silky feel once again, wondering what Marshall was using in his hair when he pulled back to take a deep breath, his lungs burning for air, and Marshall chuckled like it was a joke, when he moved downwards pressing kisses to his neck softly. Gumball felt his cheeks burn softly with a blush he hadn't known pooled there and he let out a breath when Marshall pulled away smiling softly and he blinked when hands reached up and cupped his face softly.
"Thank you." Marshall said after a moment of staring at Gumball's surprised face, his thumbs rubbing his cheek bones. "Fi told me you had suspected you were pregnant and got a pseudo womb from Monochrome right?"
"Right." Gumball replied rather breathless from the switch in Marshall when he was pulled into a tight hug and he instinctively hugged the other back.
"Does that mean, with that one little thing, you're really willing to keep this baby?" Marshall asked stroking Gumball's pink hair making him blush but Gumball sighed out softly with a little smile in place. Marshall moved his fingers over and through his hair gently while he waited for the pink prince to answer him.
"Yes." Gumball finally got out with a soft tone and he felt the arms around him tighten lightly."Fionna told me about how I could get an abortion and told me it was my choice but...but I can't even fathom that thought, Marshall. Believe me on that. I couldn't hurt something that was half of you. And because this baby is half of you, I couldn't make such a choice on my own, you'd have to say yes. And I have the strong suspicion you'd say no."
"Damn right!" Marshall replied fiercely then pulled back letting Gumball sit up when he then looked at Gumball's flat belly. "Now, can we just distract ourselves from the drama for one tiny second?" By the pink prince's laugh Marshall took the initiative. "What do you think the gender will be? Boy or girl?"
Gumball thought for a moment, patting his flat belly for that moment gently. "I think the baby will be a boy. It's a feeling, I guess. Why? What do you think the gender will be?" Gumball asked curiously looking at his boyfriend who grinned widely.
"I think the baby will be a girl. Daddy's intuition heavily battles Mommy's!" Marshall replied patting his chest then grinned when he was smacked over the head with a pillow. In response he tackled the pink prince and let's just say conversation would be the last thing either boy would holding for the time being~.
To Gumball it felt like Friday had come much to soon and when he sat up that morning, looking at the clock he felt his stomach drop. He didn't want to go back now, not with this strange new sensitivity that had grown over night in response to the fresh situation of both him and Marshall's relationship which seemed rather...the same. But still fresh and new, situation wise, in turn of the pregnancy. He climbed out of bed, the red numbers revealing it was five A.M and Marshall was out cold in the bed laying out on his back snoring lightly and drooling making Gumball smile as he walked across the room to the ladder and went down it. He stepped down quietly off the last run and turned to the living room, walking around the couch picking up the remote turning the TV on.
He turned the volume down quickly and turned to the kitchen to get some cereal. He walked in the room immediately grabbing a spoon, bowl and the cereal pouring it in the bowl and grabbing the milk pouring it in. He was carefully walking to the living room with the bowl when his bag, which he'd forgotten about, vibrated furiously by the couch. He turned the news on after putting the bowl down carefully and flopped over grabbing the bag dragging it over to him and pulling his phone out turning it on. It showed at least ten texts from Fionna and double that in missed calls. He didn't feel like talking with her right then, turning his attention to the cereal and picking the bowl up after putting his phone down and began eating.
For the first time in three weeks Gumball didn't feel like vomiting and he devoured the cereal in record time. So fast that when he found himself staring at an empty bowl with no milk or cereal his stomach groaned loudly in the empty room, embarrassing him, and so he got up walking to the kitchen with his empty bowl in pursuit of something more filling. It was then he spotted the eggs and took them out, grabbed the milk and some cheese along with a bowl. He cracked the eggs open, poured the milk in and shredded the cheese in it before mixing it up with a fork easily enough while his stomach continued to growl strangely at the sight of the raw eggs. He walked to the stove plucking the pan off the wall and setting it on the stove, turning it on while he dumped the mixed eggs in the pan. He grabbed a spatula, which he used to stir the eggs settling for the fastest and easiest thing he could begin to make which was scrambled eggs.
He was stirring and pushing them around the pan when he noticed the sun rise outside, the bright golden colors out there which seemed much more brighter than he remembered them being but then again he was asleep a lot of the time at this time so it had been awhile. He finished the eggs, putting the pan in the sink and filling it with water to wash after he finished eating, grabbed a fork and walked back to the living room. He sat down with his fork posed ready to eat and he did. He dug into the hot eggs so fat they scorched his throat on the way down when he heard the bed creak upstairs making him look up when Marshall jumped down look tired and half awake.
"Bubs? What're you doing up so early?" Marshall mumbled walking over to the couch when Gumball swallowed while looking at the exhausted looking Marshall. His eyes would barely open beyond half way and his hair was messed up standing up crazily but he was looking at Gumball with a strangely concerned glint in his eyes.
"I couldn't sleep anymore, I'm sorry. Plus I'm super hungry." Gumball replied while taking another forkful of the hot eggs, which were beginning to cool off, and he swallowed quickly in a display of his hunger. But when he took another forkful of the now cool eggs his stomach twisted in that all to familiar way and he closed his eyes, praying for it to go away, but the food in his mouth along with the taste was revolting all of a sudden and he put the plate on the table.
"Bubs?" Marshall reached out lightly touching Gumball's upper back when he surged to his feet running for the bathroom. It was this that snapped Marshall awake rushing after Gumball, to the bathroom, moving his hand through his hair quickly when he reached the bathroom just seconds after Gumball only to find the prince gagging and heaving into the toilet noisily."Oh, Bubs."
"Don't!" Gumball whimpered out in response when Marshall walked in moving his hair from his clammy forehead. "Glob dammit! I thought I could finally eat and hold something down!" Tears welled in his violet eyes making Marshall's heart ache.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm sure there's something you can eat. You've been eating certain things just fine, right? Well, I'll make those and see if you can hold them down!" Gumball sent a glare up and Marshall smiled sheepishly as he rushed to fix his sentence. "Not now, obviously! Rinse your mouth out and drink some water for now and we'll try feeding you later, okay?"
Gumball flushed the toilet, letting Marshall help him up and he pressed his hand against his flat belly sighing loudly. "Okay." He agreed then rinsed his mouth, wiping the water off then sighed looking at Marshall who watched worriedly. "This is going to be an extremely long eight months now isn't it?"
Marshall laughed weakly wrapping his arm around the prince's waist, taking Gumball's hand with his right hand holding it between them. The prince smirked humorlessly at this but looked at Marshall bemusedly. "It will be a very long eight months, my prince. But don't worry, you got Marshall Lee the Vampire King with you! We'll survive the next eight months, no problem!"