Biologically Yours

I will raise your baby

'Hey Nys' you busy?'  Mark texted you, over the past 4 months you guys have really caught up and are really close. 

'I can't go anywhere. It's any day now.' You replied, referring to your baby. She's due any day now. Any day. That's why you can't go anywhere and get caught off guard. 

Over the past 4 months Sehun shot a TV drama, 'I hate you love you' and finished it. He's back on tour with the boys now. He said e wanted to be here for your baby's birth but management said no. 

Rocky is waiting, constantly for this baby. For the baby. Baby. Not you. The baby. It seems the closer it gets, the less he cares about you. Is everyone just out to dump you for this baby?! Rocky never asks "how are you princess?" Anymore. He asks "how's our baby?" He never buys you presents anymore. He buys the BABY things. Maybe your just being a brat. It's his child. But still it makes you mad.

You're disgusted with Sehun. You're pissed with Rocky. Mark makes you happy these days. It's so cheesy, I don't know how to describe it. 

"We need to talk." Mark texted you seriously. You two were as close to dating as you could get when you're "with" Sehun and Rocky's the father. Their love shines for your baby. Mark's love shines for you both. "Can you come over? Sehun is gone on tour. It's safe." You told him. He told you he'd be right over. You didn't bother to get dressed. You wore your spandex boy shorts and an oversized sweater. You threw your hair up and put on the elastic band around your tummy. 

"Nyssa?" Mark came in the front door. "Hi." You said from the couch. Not bothering to get up. It's ok much trouble these days. ^XD^ Mark sat down next to you. "Nyssa, Got7.... Broke up." He said slowly. "WHAT?!?!!?!?!?!!?!??!!?!??!?? WHY?!?!?!?!??!" You yelled. He half smiled at you "Well, there's two reasons. One being my fault but the firsts reason is, Junior wanna to act full time and Bambam is really done with music. And I... Am moving." He said. Shock was the only thing you felt. "What...?" You said quietly. "I'm moving. And I'm taking you and the baby with me." He said sternly. Tears threatened to spill. "What are you thinking?! You know what mess I'm in!" You yelled crying. "I know, I know," Mark said, taking your hands. "I know what mess you're in. I'm taking you out of it. How are you supposed to tell Rocky and Sehun?!" He had a point. "I'm moving us to Thailand. I'd go back to California but I told the others I was taking you and the baby. Word will get out and Sehun and Rocky are gonna look for you." "You mean I can't tell them?" You asked. "As far as they know, you dropped off the face of the earth. Nyssa, I know it sounds crazy. It is. We're young and stupid. But I love you. I have since I ran into you. Literally." You smiled at the last part. "I will raise your baby. I love you both more than words can express and I don't want to live a single day without you two." Mark said. You loved how he including the baby in everything. "The baby is due tomorrow, if all goes well, you can be out of the hospital in a few days. You're gonna need rest time and we have to pack. We're moving in 2 months. 2 months Nyssa. I'm gonna be here everyday for you. I'm gonna help you pack and take care of the baby. I will never leave either of you." Tears flowed freely down your cheeks. Was he not THEE BEST? All you could do was nod. This is a lot to take in. 

Mark stayed and you watched a movie together, cuddling on the couch. Contractions had been hitting you all day for the past 3 days. But this, these really hurt. Mark noticed your uncomfortable state. "Are you okay?" He asked. You gasped for a breath. "Yeah, I'm just -yells- FINE!" You started sweating. "Okay, you wait here. I'm gonna grab the diaper bag you packed and pack you some clothes. Don't like.. Give birth or anything.. Please." He said awkwardly. He's so cute. Mark grabbed the stuff and put it in his car, helped you lay down in the back and sped to the hospital. 

Mark checked you in and you got a room in the delivery wing of the hospital. Mark sat by your bed, holding your hand and you cried out in pain. The nurses had already prepped you. It was now a matter of pushing this baby OUT. 

"Push Nyssa!" The doctor yelled. Push. Pain. Sweat. PUSH. PAIN. SWEAT. PUSH. PUSH. PUSH. PUSH. Until you heard the most precious sound on earth. The cry of a baby. Your baby. Your tiny little girl, covered in blood and mucus screaming her lungs out. So precious. 

Mark was crying a little bit. The nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket and handed her to Mark, he handed her to you and sat next to you. He kissed you. Your first kiss with Mark, over your child. His child now. "We're a family." He said kissing your cheek. You nodded. "We're a family Mark." The nurse took your baby to clean her. Mark sat next to you. You drifted off to sleep; exhausted from birthing. 

You woke up to a beautiful pink baby girl swaddled and snug next to you. Mark was asleep on the sofa somewhat next to the bed. You were in your recovery room. You kissed your baby "what am I to name you?" You whispered to her. You hadn't picked a name out! "Hmmm... How about... May? That fits you." You smiled to your precious sleeping bundle. 

Mark woke up and you scooted over and he sat in the bed with you, May cozied in between you two. "Nyssa?" He asked "Yeah?" Mark got out of the bed and motioned to you. You scored over and dangled your legs, May in your arms. He kneeled. Oh god. What's he doing. He pulled out a box and opened it, revealing a diamond ring. "Nyssa, will you marry me?" He asked, tears welled up in your eyes as he slipped the ring on your finger, kissing you. "We're a real family now." Mark said. You were.