Markiplier Fluffshots

Little Warrior

Personal Request for Courtneybird18

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I let out a breathy sigh, tossing the baby name book onto the oak coffee table in front of us. My aching back, swollen feet and sore breasts were becoming increasing more difficult to deal with the closer I came to the due date. However, the strange thing was it seemed like the most difficult part of the entire pregnancy was trying to decide on a name.

Growing up, all I ever wanted was to find my prince charming and have a happy, healthy family. I had it all figured out with my heart set on certain names for years but now that I was actually pregnant, the names I had chosen years ago didn't sit so well with me anymore. Choosing a name felt like more work than carrying around my blimp of a body.

With one hand resting on my stomach and the other on Mark's knee, I used him as leverage to help myself off the couch. My immense weight shifting onto Mark's knee was enough to have him groan in discomfort at the pressure and I could only giggle. "Don't complain, you're the one who did this to me." I meant that as a joke of course and Mark's bright smile and snicker told me he took it as one.

"Where are you going?" I bent down and picked the empty cups from our tea off from the coffee table, and took them with me as I began to trail through our living room. "I want to take a break. Maybe get the dishes done and have a snack or something," I confessed feeling the cravings coming on. "Oh no you don't!"

Within mere moments, the cups were whisked out of my hands and Mark stood in front of me with a stern look in his eye. "I'll do the dishes, you go relax." Mark seemed almost as if he had more of a nurturing nature than I did. Of course it was something I was particularly grateful for but, he treated me like I was injured as opposed to pregnant. I was still very capable of doing things on my own and somewhat felt as if my self dependency was being taken away from me.

For someone who is normally so self reliant, having Mark willingly demand to do everything for me made me feel somewhat useless as a wife and future mother. "Mark..."--"Courtney..." I rolled my eyes, sinking my head into my chest and smiled to myself. I knew it was for my own good. I was always the type to push myself and being pregnant was not a time of exception. 

"Come on, let me do the dishes at least," I whined. I knew it'd be no use but I was hoping for a different outcome. I just wasn't use to not having to lift a finger and I didn't like feeling as if I were broken. "Let me do them or... I'll kick you." I watched as Mark set the cups back down on the coffee table and when he turn back around he traced his thumb and index finger around my chin tilting my head up towards him.

"Easy my little warrior," Mark teased pushing my bangs out of my eyes. Just his gaze still gave me butterflies, and with his soft fingertips pressed lightly into my chin he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss onto my forehead. "If you want, once the baby's born I'll flip the apartment upside down and you can clean to your hearts content but, until that baby is born you're just going to have go deal with some down time."

Although I had a hard time agreeing with him, I knew he made a good point. I could be as stubborn as I want but it won't change the fact that come next week, my body's going to need all the strength it can get. "If our child is half as much trouble as you, I'm gonna have my hands full," Mark joked placing both of his hands against my round belly and his hands moved in a slow circular pattern.

What amazed me was it was almost as if the baby could sense we were right on the other side of their confines because as soon as Mark's hands began to move, the baby decided to kick. I peered down at my stomach with a smile, watching the very faint movement from within my body. Although the fuss the baby was putting up came as a discomfort, I always cherished these moments. As for right now, I'll be holding them in my stomach but soon enough I'll be holding their fragile little body safe in my warm arms.