We All Make Mistakes

Chapter Two

I wake up and Mark isn't in bed anymore. I get out of bed and walk downstairs wearing one of his shirts, which is big on me. "Mark?" I look in the living room but he isn't there. I walk over to the kitchen. Mark is cutting up celery sticks. I take a step back once I see the knife.

"Hey baby," he says when he notices me.

"How long have you been up?" I look at the clock and it's only eight in the morning.

"I woke up around six forty maybe closer to seven. I decided I would make you breakfast." He sends me a warm smile.

*Mark's Pov*
I hand her a plate of breakfast. It had eggs, celery, bacon, and wheat toast. (Y/n) still hasn't answered me about whether or not she wanted to get married. She has the thought that she isn't good enough for me. No matter how many times I tell her how perfect she is, she always denies it. We did end up moving to a new house. (F/n) was against the idea because now she is alone in the apartment building. Our house is just a nice two bedroom house with two bathrooms and a basement. The two rooms are upstairs. The living room and kitchen are downstairs, then of course the basement. The second bedroom is more or less a guest room in case my friends come to do collab videos.

It's been two weeks since I first asked her to marry me. Even though that's not that long of a time, it's been excruciating. I ask her just about everyday. Yet she still thinks she isn't good enough.

We're eating in silence. I decide to break the silence. "So, (y/n). We've been together for three, almost four years. They've been the happiest years of my life. I know that we will have many more happy years to come. The only way I see those future year being absolutely amazing, is if you would please just marry me! (Y/n) if I was too good for you then why would I be asking? I need you in my life! Please, please, please!" I grab the box off of the counter. I've been carrying this everywhere with me in case she were to say yes.

"Mark," She begins. "You've been very patient with me during this time. You've let me think, you've given me space. I think it's only fair, that I say yes." She gives me a huge smile. "I love you so much, Mark."

My heart skips a beat. She just said yes. I take the ring and put it on her finger. "I love you too!" I smash my lips into hers. She wraps her arms around my neck. I pick her up from the chair. She then wraps her legs around my waist. She pulls her face from the kiss. "I'm going to call my mom!" She jumps down and runs upstairs and into our bedroom. I should probably call my mom too, I think.

I grab my phone off of the counter. I dial up my mother. It rings a couple of times before she finally answers. "Hello?"

"Hey, Mom! I have some great news!" My mother and I have patched things up. Like we always do. She apologized for for trying to make me look bad. I apologized for being a dick, although I was in the hospital. So that kind of affected my mood a bit.

"Well let's hear it! I'm always up for some good news."

"(Y/n) and I are getting married!"

"Mark that's great! Do you know dates yet? Spring, summer? Does this mean I'll be getting some grand babies afterall?"

"Woah mom, calm down. Getting a little a head of ourselves don't you think? No we haven't though of dates yet, but I'm think this next spring."

"Alright, bye Mark! I love you!"

"Bye mom, I love you too."

(Y/n) comes downstairs with tears in her eyes.