Revenge... Again

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“Felix, it’s your turn.”

“What do you mean ‘my turn’?”

“I got him to stop crying last time, your turn.”

“Fine.”

He got up and went to cheer Stephano up. I got up and followed him into the nursery. As Felix picked up our little boy in his arms, I saw a fatherly look in his eyes, he is a great father and an even better husband. I know it might not come across like that in some of his videos, but I swear, he is more than any person could ask for. He put Stephano down and kissed the top of his head. That’s when I ran back into the bedroom. I crawled under the covers and acted like I had been there since he left. He came back in to me pretending to be asleep.

“Hey honey.”

“Hi poods.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything” I said turning to face him.

“You look cute when you’re running away.” I smiled and play punched his arm.

“Felix, I want to go out with you tomorrow, just the two of us. We did miss or honeymoon after all.”

“What about Stephano? We can’t just leave him alone.”

“We can get my mom to watch him. I'm sure she won’t mind.”

“If she wouldn’t mind, that sound like fun. Let’s get some sleep, we’ll figure it out in the morning”

“K, night Pewdie.” I smiled and kissed the top of his head. I turned with my back to him and he inched closer and wrapped his arms around me just as he had the first day I moved into his house. The day I had the horrid nightmare. Boy, have we grown since then.

“Night Mrs.Pewdie.”

I then let the lack of sleep over and fell into a deep slumber.

~  -  ~

“(Y/N) baby wake up.” My eyes fluttered open and stared into the ocean blue eyes the love of my life owned.

“Hey Felix,” I smiled “Did you-”

“I checked on Stephano, called mom, and I made plans.” I smiled up at him.

“This is why I love you.” I smiled and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Come on, you have to get ready.”

“No daddy, five more minutes.”

“I guess I’ll just cancel the plans-” I jumped out of the bed.

“Alright, alright, I'm up.” He smiled and kissed me. I kissed back as he cupped his hands on my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his neck, just as I did, he pulled away.

“Come on girlie, shower.” I pouted at him and grabbed clothes. As I walked toward the bathroom, I felt a hand slap my butt. I turned to Felix, a scarlet red blush across my face.

“Really Felix? How old are you, 12?”

“Hey! I'm turning 13 next month!” I giggled and walked into the bathroom to shower.

~  -  ~

As we left the restaurant Felix took me to, we joined hands and walked to the car.

“Hey (Y/N), you know, Stephano is at moms house. Maybe we could... you know.” I giggled after figuring out what he was playing at.

“Maybe we-”

“Oh Felix.” We heard an all too familiar voice call.

“What the hell do you want Marzia?”

“Felix, I want you to leave her and come back to me. We were everyone’s favorite YouTube couple, with the cutest story out there. Then she came along, miss (Y/N)” I stepped in.

“No, I didn’t do anything. Michael came and you couldn’t resist fucking him behind Felix’s back. That’s what happened, not this bull shit you’ve come up with. I tried to be nice to you, I tried to make peace with you. I even invited you to our wedding, not to spite you, but to try to stop this stupid, pointless fighting.”

“Everything would have been fine if you never entered his life.” Felix grabbed my arm, turning me away from Marzia.

“Come on (Y/N) lets go.”

“Wait, I want to show you something.” We started to walk away, ignoring her calls. That was until we heard her chuckle evilly. We turned and saw her holding a gun.

“Marzia, what are you-”

“Shut up Felix! We will be together even if I have to kill your little wifey here.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh but I would.” She picked up the gun and aimed it at me. Felix pulled me away.

“You took the life I should have had (Y/N). That little boy, should be mine, that ring, that house, MINE!”

“I would rather die than marry, let alone have a kid with you Marzia.” Felix defended.

“Suit yourself.” She aimed the gun at Felix as he waited for the pain I wouldn’t let come.

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