"You're A Good Man..." (Markiplier X Reader)

story!!!

Quick notes!
(Y/n): your name
(I/c): favorite ice cream flavor
(f+m/n): your son's first and middle names

You lie in the hospital room, in the bizarre state of asleep and awake (or "un-sleep" as your husband called it), your newborn son in the bassinet next  to you, finally able to enjoy some peace after all your family and in-laws came to see the new addition to the family. And you can't help but smile.
You'd dreamed of having this one day; meeting a nice guy, falling in love, getting married and starting a family. And sure, it wasn't easy, as you were in labor for 14 hours and 21 minutes, but you're content at the end of it.
"(Y/n)! I'm ba~ack!" The voice of your husband, one Mark Edward Fischbach, manages to wake you up fully, as you adjust the bed in to where you could sit up without much effort.
"So,how are you doing?" Mark asked, as he sat on the bed next to you.
"Tired, and a little hungry." You answered, as you decided to pick up your son from his basinet.
Mark smiled, and said,"Well, I sneaked you in some ice cream."
"They have ice cream in the cafeteria, Mark."
"Even (I/c)?" Mark said as he pulled out a container of ice cream and a spoon from his back pack.
"Aw, thanks." You thanked him, smiling, as he stared at the little bundle you held protectively.
"(Y/n)? Can I hold him?" Mark asked, sounding unusually sheepish.
"That's right... With everything that's been going on, you haven't even got to hold him yet. Just set the ice cream down, and I'll hand him to you." And you two did just that.
Once Mark was holding your son, he smiled and said softly, "He's so big, (y/n), isn't he?"
You nodded, your mouth full of ice cream.
Mark started to talk to him, "Can't believe I'm a daddy now... That's incredible..." He smiled, looking at you. You love it when he gets all sappy and sweet.
Then you notice something off about his smile... He was crying...
You curiously ask, "What's wrong?"
Mark responds, still clinging to his child, "I was just wondering... If my dad were still alive, would he be proud of me?" When you heard that, it felt as if your heart was sinking; Mark never talked about his father unless it was serious. You decide to do your best to comfort him.
"Mark... Of course he would. I know I'm not the best when I word these things, especially since I'm somewhat under the influence of all these painkillers right now, but you're a good man, that's all anyone can ask for. You bring happiness to so many people everyday, even me, and you've got the opportunity to raise your own child. That's incredible! At least, I think he would be proud of you..."
You look up as you noticed Mark has moved closer to you to give you a tender kiss on the forehead. Wiping his tears away, he asked, "Did you pick any names for him out yet?"
"Well, I think  (f+mn) is pretty good. What do you think?"
Mark thought a moment before saying "Love it. (F+m) Fischbach... That's nice..." Then, he turned back to his son, who was just now waking up, and decided to talk to him for a while.
"Hi, (s f/n). Welcome to the world. I'm your daddy. And she's your mommy. She carried you inside her for nine months, and that's a long time, so please be good for her. Well you've met a lot of our family already, like my mom and step mom and my big brother and Mommy's dad and little brother, and they all love you so much, and I love you, and Mommy loves you..."
You can't help but smile; he's only been a parent for not even a day, and you can see how much Mark loves his son.
"Mark?" You ask, getting his attention.
"Hmm?"
"Love you."
"I love you, too (y/n)."