Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

1+1=2

You walked around the house, looking for Mark. You had been driving by and decided to step in. You also had some big news.

"Mark?"

"In here (y/n)!"
"Where exactly is 'here'?"
"The recording room girl."
"Mm. Figures."

You walked into his recording room and saw him editing an Until Dawn video. While coming into the room, you could here him saying he was starting over to save some character named Ashley.

"What are you doing here?"
"I was driving by and thought I'd stop in. Also I have some very exciting news!"
"What is it?"

"Okay, okay. So me and Sean were wondering why I wasn't eating right, and throwing up in the morning. And as you could guess.."

"You're pregnant?" Mark's face broke. His voice had cracked and he looked a shade of disappointed white, or as you could say...pale.

"I'm...I'm happy for you two." He stood up and gave you a big hug. He kissed your cheek for a second and let go.

"Thanks Mark. But are you okay with this? You seem a bit...distraught."

"Nono. Don't mind me, this is just a surprise. Sean and I have been friends for a while now and I'm surprised he hadn't told me."

"Oh, that's the cool part."

"What?"

"Maybe not so cool for him, but...it's not his."

"You're CHEATING ON SEAN?!"

"Uh well, remember that night at the party when Sean an I fought...and I came over here...and we both got drunk?"

"Yeah..fun night. Wait. Whoa. You're not telling me..."

"It's yours."

"Well, I told Sean what happened about two weeks ago and we both agreed to go separate ways. He still doesn't know I'm pregnant. I told him it was just a little sickness."

"And he believed it? Are you sure you weren't dating Wade for those couple of years?"

"Haha. Uh Mark...How do you feel about this?"

"I'm actually pretty excited...I'm gonna be a dad!"

Mark hugged you again, but with more feeling. He got down on his knees and started rubbing your baby bump, kissing it, and talking to it.

"Who's your daddy? I am!"

"I remember those words like it was yesterday..."

"Hey! Watch your mouth there are children around you."

"Child?" You say, correcting the plural.

"Did I tell you my family has a history of twins?"

"Oh Lord. No fucking way..."

"Double the trouble! Yes!"

"Oh Mark."