My Pregnancy ~ Septiplier

I See You In My Dreams

This is one of my favorite chapters, writing wise :)

"Have you been fucking cheating. Did you get someone pregnant?!" Mark snarled, waving the pregnancy test in front of my face. Tears streamed down my face. Never! I stalked towards him very slowly, cautious as to not alarm him. I mean, why would I cheat on him. If anyone would cheat on anyone, it would be him. Not saying he would, but he is so perfect, and I'm just a fat- not because I'm pregnant, ugly, Irish man. Women were all over him when I met him, and they still are.

"M-Mark, do you really believe I-I would cheat on you?" I asked him, feeling my heart break as I asked the question. Afraid of what his answer would be, hopefully not. Mark gave me a stare, thinking to himself for a few moments before his gaze softened. He licked his chapped lips before he put his hands together to part over his nose and wipe his eyes.

"I honestly don't know Sean, you've been distant and we rarely cuddle anymore. You've been more on your phone than you have been with me. It makes me think," he stated honestly. I walked forward, feeling the hot tears form in my eyes. I got close enough for me to reach out to Mark. I placed a hand softly on his cheek, stroking it with my thumb. My words were caught in my throat, he does think I'm cheating on him. What would anyone see in me?

"Mark, I love you. Why would I cheat on you if I said yes when you purposed? My vowels, I meant them." Mark gave me a glace, sorrow and pity. "But obviously, you don't believe me when I say that you are my only. You are mine and I am yours," I took my hand off Marks cheek and turned sharply, and reopened the door.

"Sean, where are you going?" Mark asked softly, careful to crack his voice from crying. I wasn't able to get out the door before Mark had his hands on my shoulders. He slowly turned me around to make me look into his chocolate brown eyes, with flecks of caramel.

"I do believe you, but please don't hide anything from me." Should I tell him? I mean it would be wrong to hide it and then four months later "hey I'm four months pregnant, deal with it." I can't do that to Mark. I swiftly take in a breath before pressing my lips against his softly. He thankfully kissed back, and our lips moved in sync, reminding me why I loved him. "I love you, not just for you fierce personality but for your sweet side." I remembered my vowels ever so clearly. A few hot tears began to bubble on the surface of my eyes. Mark pulled away slowly, glancing over my face

"Baby, don't cry, I just-" tears began to burn even more as they surface and began spilling out of my eyes. Baby, pregnancy. I rubbed my eyes, giving a couple sniffles before turning back to Mark.

"You want to know what's wrong?" Mark nodded, I closed the door behind me as I tugged him to the bed, sitting and motioned for him to follow. He did as I asked, and took my hand to reassure me.

"Well, the pregnancy test was from me," I said honestly. Marks eyes began to grow, but I just continued.

"I thought that it was wrong, I thought it was to early for me to even get readings so I made a doctors appointment a week after I found out." I looked down at the bed, feeling more tears run down my face a Mark was just silent. Mark took my chin in his fingers, lifting my head very gently.