The sweet kiss of death - a marshall lee x prince Gumball fanfic

22. Time to think

A/N: again, ugh. But this chapter is from Marshall's p.o.v. enjoy~!
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About an hour ago now, a messenger bought me a letter from Gumball.
Since then, everything has changed.
I'm sitting on the edge of a cliff, looking down to the firey base of a 2000 ft. drop. I know how this seems, but I'm not about to push myself off this cliff. Actually, I just needed a quiet place away from my mother to think things through.
Gumball is pregnant. What will our baby look like? Will he, or she, be a science freak like Gummy, or the 'party animal - emo' type like me?
I may not seem like the fatherly type, but I do want this baby. But even Gummy seems convinced I'll walk out on him. Them.

If I'm stuck here for the next 3 & a half weeks, then I might aswell just go with Gumball's idea, and write a note back to him. I float upwards, away from the cliff, and head for my mother's castle. I float back in through the open window to my bedroom. I search the drawers for my old notebooks. It only takes me a few minutes to find the hundred - year - old book of note paper. I flick through all the old pages that already contained song lyrics & random scribble. when I finally reached a blank page, I picked up my pen & thought very hard about what I was about to say. This is gunna change my life completely. I know I should be serious about this, but I suck at serious formal crap. Gumball knows what I'm like anyways. He won't care as long as I tell him how I feel.

Righto Gumwad, I dunno why you think I'm gunna leave you. Because honestly, this just makes me love you even more. So we didn't talk about having kids, but who cares?
So, Stop panicking. I'm coming back for you I promise. And the kid? I can't wait to dress him up in a tiny lil pair of converse. Or I guess a girl could wear converse too...
Either way, I love both of you.
But I'm telling you now... this kid better watch their head when I get home, coz I'm gunna fuck you like crazy ;)
Okay that would proobably be a bad idea, considering. Dang, I miss you so much. Anyways.... see you soon, you pink lil beach ball!

I drew a little scribbled drawing of gummy with a massive ball-belly. Couldn't help but laugh.
So, I sealed the letter in an envolope & sent it off with another messenger.

Can't believe Gummy is pregnant. Actually... can't believe how that letter sounded. He expected me to leave? Bullshit. I'm sticking around.
I run a hand through my hair. I dunno if I'm excited or just shocked. But either way... bring it on!