Chapter 12-What Went Down Is Coming Up Again

Adam POV

I quickly gather a sobbing Chase into my arms as he keeps on crying out that he's sorry. I seriously only understood about half of what just went on. What I gathered was, Chase wanted more pancakes, I told him there was no more batter, he starts shouting and screaming, Marco shouts at him that he should get over it and then storms out the room, Chase starts crying.

Well isn't today eventful. I look down at my arms just to see Chase sleeping again with tear streaks down his cheeks, sniffling every once in a while. I lower him down onto the bed and go to the bathroom, I grab a washcloth and lightly wet it before going back to the bedroom. I gently clean up Chase's face then put the washcloth on the nightstand. I make my way out of my bedroom and lightly knock on Marco' door.

"Baby Boy? Can I come in?" after a few seconds without response I try again only to get the same result. I slowly and quietly I open the door ajar and peek in but the sight has my heart clenching all over again. My poor little Baby Boy is tangled inside the bedsheets with tear stains on his cheeks like Chase, but different from Chase he's slightly jerking every once in a while. I think he's having a nightmare. With that thought inside my head, I enter the room and go over to Marco's side. My hand reaches out to stroke my beautiful little one's face.

I don't care that they're mad at each other I'm taking him back to my room and when they wake up I will make them talk it out. We've only just got together, we don't need to fight so quickly. I put my forearms under his knees and back and press him close to my chest. As long as I'm around they won't feel left out or less loved.

I make my way back into my bedroom and see Chase still snoring away, his sniffling must've stopped a few minutes ago. Marco's little jerks were gone as soon as I held him in my arms, which I can't say if it's a good thing or bad. Good thing because he's drawing comfort from me. Bad thing because if he's had these kinds of nightmares before then I'm pretty sure no one was there to hold him. No one was there to give him the strength he needed. But now that he's mine I'll make sure to hold him whenever he gets a nightmare. I'll do the same for Chase in a heartbeat. Chase, he...he's so fragile and self-conscious. He may or may not know it but we see him all the time. Whenever we would go to the mall he would pick out his clothing then hand them over to me with the excuse that he felt weird going up to the cashier because he thought the cashier might judge him.

My poor little Pup. I have made it one of my goals in life to always love Chase and to help him with his insecurities. To help him rid of all the things he thinks are wrong with him. To help him see he's beautiful just the way he is. To help him see...that he's perfect. Ever since we met 5 years ago I could see that he was perfect. Everything I was looking for in a wife.

It didn't matter to me that he was a boy, that was just a stupid barrier that I chose not to jump for I knew that if I jumped I would become part of the race. Instead of running the race like everyone else does I went straight for the prize. The gold at the end of the rainbow. Only back then I thought I was only going to find gold but instead, I found more. I found a beautiful blue diamond. But next to it was another diamond, only this one was purple. They were the most valuable things to me and still are. It isn't because of their sizes, they are both small. The most valuable things these diamonds have...are their personalities. One is very intelligent, but yet he still doesn't understand his own value. The other is very optimistic and friendly, while also being submissive. They are both perfect for me. I was brought out of my musings by a very pale looking Chase who abruptly got out of the bed and into the bathroom in less than a second. I followed him in just to see him hunched over the toilet puking what I believe was his breakfast, and maybe a little bit of dinner.

"It's ok Pup, just let it out. Let it all go out" I kneeled next to him and started massaging his shoulders and back hoping to make it easier for him. I stayed there with him for the next five or six minutes, god the smell of puke is disgusting. But if this is what I have to do to make him comfortable then fine. I'll do anything for these two.

"How are you feeling Pup?"

"Like acid made it's way into my throat and out my mouth" I took a small hand towel and started to wipe at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, at least it wasn't blood or something..." who knew he could give such a glare. I reached down into the cabinet and handed the Listerine over to Chase.

"How often do you cook?"

"What?"

"How often do you cook Adam?" well mom is often at work or at work-related things so she usually eats dinner out with associates and dad eats before coming home so I'm stuck cooking my own food 90% of the time. Basically, I'm a pretty decent cook.

"Almost always. Why?"

"I thought that maybe your cooking gave me food poisoning or something but I haven't had the runs, and if you cook a lot and haven't gotten sick yet then it means it wasn't the food. Maybe a bug or virus. It could be the normal stomach flu or I could have the norovirus. But that would imply I have touched something with the virus and put my hand in my mouth, or I ingested something with the virus, or I swallowed aerosolized particles that were dispersed in the air after an infected person vomited. But the only person who I've been around and has puked was Marco, but he hasn't had diarrhea or stomach cramps so I guess it's just my digestive system acting up."

"So you don't have a bug or virus right?" that was a bit confusing.

"Yes it means I don't have a bug or virus" he let out a small smile at the comment but it was quickly replaced with a sad expression and tears in his eyes. I put my hands on his cheeks and wiped away the few tears that managed to escape his eyes.

"Hey, Pup, what's wrong? Why're you crying?" he looked scared, horribly scared. What has gotten my beautiful Pup like this?

"I-I...sh-shout-ted a-and h-he shout-ted  th-then h-he l-left a-and I-I I'm sc-scared" I barely made out what he was trying to tell me, but after analyzing his blubbered speech I understood what he said.

"Why are you scared?" seriously Marco wouldn't hurt a fly. Maybe a cockroach but that's because he has a slight phobia of them but who wouldn't? They're creepy and disgusting.

"I-I sc-s-scared he'll l-leave m-me. H-he shout-ted at m-me. A-and I-I w-was being a-a brat" another fit of sobs racked his body.

"He won't leave you. He loves you. Why don't we go wake him up so that you can talk to him? So that you can see that he won't leave you." he looked up at me, lips quivering and eyes blotchy.

"R-really?He won't l-leave me?" I gathered him into my arms and started petting his head, giving him my comfort. My poor Pup. So delicate. So fragile.

"Yes. Now come on. Let's go have a chat with him" I helped him stand up and only to pick him up bridal style when his knees gave out on him. He tucked his head into my chest. So precious. I made my way into the bedroom and placed Chase down onto the bed where he was earlier. He looked over to his right where Marco laid, lips slightly parted. Chest rising and falling with every breath he took.

"Marco, Baby Boy. Can you wake up?" he fluttered his eyes open and gave me a droopy confused look.

"Why am I here? I thought I lo-" he quickly got out of bed and zoomed past me to the bathroom where I heard the familiar sounds of vomiting. I hurried after him and repeated the process of comforting him and cleaning him up. After I was done with my Baby Boy I started up the bath. After what my beauties have been through I think they deserve a bath to relax. I put in bath oils and bubble soap, I mean who doesn't like bubbles. When the water was half way up the tub I shut off the water and went over to Marco. I helped him stood up and gave him a questioning look. He gave me a slight nod as a gesture to go on. I lifted his shirt over his head but I didn't give a thought to his naked chest, nor to his private area as I stripped him completely naked. I helped him into the tub and let him soak there while I went to get my other beauty.

"Is everything alright? Is he puking again? Why did you take so long?" he started shooting of question as soon as I walked back into the room. I stayed quiet and walked to his side. I scooped him into my chest and walked back to the bathroom. I lowered Chase on his feet.

"Can I take this off?" I motioned over to the tub then to his shirt. With a slight nod, I took off his shirt and pants, again, never giving a thought to his body. I also helped him into the tub and let him sit down. I looked at them both, sitting there in the tub supposed to be relaxing. But they were quite the opposite. They seemed tense, they weren't looking at each other or closing their eyes. They were avoiding each other's gaze. Funny little cuties. They think the other is mad at them.

"I made you this bath so that you can relax and talk about what happened this morning. If you want I'll leave. If not I'll stay." they both gave me a pleading look confirming my suspicions that they both wanted support and comfort while having this conversation.

"OK, I'll stay." A few minutes passed and they both stayed quiet. Their gazes still not meeting. Both still scared of rejection. If only they met the others eyes they would see the same look they have.

"If you both stay quiet then we'll never resolve this. Who would like to start?" neither of them replied but Chase looked more guilt-stricken then Marco, which was a definite tell he was gonna start.

"I'm sorry for shouting, I don't know why I did, but the anger just came out of nowhere a-and I wasn't conscious of what I was doing until I did it and I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry!!" his water works were started up again. I gave out a hidden sigh. This is going to be a long conversation but they can't keep thinking the other is mad when really all they want to is curl up next to one another.

"No! It's not your fault I don't understand why but when I heard you shouting it made me very angry but that didn't give me the right to shout back. I'm the one who should be sorry, I-I didn't mean to but i-it just happened. I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!" yet another set of water works. I grabbed their arms and lifted them out the tub. I got some towels and helped the dry up. I caressed their cheeks with my hands and watched as they both snuggled into my touch.

"Don't cry my lovelies, neither of you are at fault, you both just had a moody morning, let's just blame it on the hormones from the night before, ok?" they both nodded as a response still not detaching from my touch.

"How about you both go into the bedroom and get ready to go to bed while I take a shower huh? How does that sound?" they looked at each other then once again nodded. They padded their way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I quickly stripped and took a shower eager to get into bed with my beauties, but the sight that met me when I did was amazing. They were both locked in a heated kiss, a naked Marco was on top of an equally naked Chase. Their lower bodies grinding on one another. I let them do their own thing. After the little mishap they had they deserve this bonding time. I sat down on the ottoman in the corner and opened the towel I had wrapped around my waist. I watched intrigued as they sucked, licked, nipped and ground each other's body. The way they moved together was beautiful, like a dance made only for my eyes. After we all had orgasmed I made my way over to them, cleaned their juices from their bodies and placed them on either sides of my chest where they spent the night snuggled up.