The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)

10

5 days.

Five whole days, and then I'm married.

Ross said himself it won't probably stick, the marriage I mean. I'm still terrified of that day. Not because I'm getting married, but I can feel it in the air that something is happening or going to happen. I'm making myself scared shitless from my paranoia. Even after I'd contradict all the bad things that happen and talk myself out of the bad chances I end up being scared again. Ross, for countless times, has gone over the security and reviewed the program with me. Even if I asked a question a dozen times he's just smile and answer once again. I hadn't seen so much patience for someone as paranoid as me.

He's become a different person since the hospital. The first time he stepped foot in my house, Jack punched him straight in the face. Within a few minutes you saw his cheek gushing blood with a blue-black bruise forming all around his eye. Ross didn't fight back: he knew exactly why he had done it. He got down on the ground and apologized multiple times for the marks he left on me. I couldn't believe what I had seen and stepped back for a second.

"This front," I remember him telling me. "It's all a thing got to do with my Dad. He wants me to be an asshole, but I don't believe in things being this way. Being feared isn't a way to be a leader."

It was at that moment that I found a new admiration for him. I saw the way he sat down with all of us and talked from soul to soul. Whoever he had been before to me was not at all like the Ross I knew before. When he had beaten me it was when his father was watching us through a camera. When he had aggressively spoken to me it was when his father had been listening. Now though, it was just us and I saw the most genuine person in this world.

"If we stay on my dads good side for a little longer, we can transfer somewhere else. I can't say what or where yet, but I'm just letting you know that the second we are married legally by the reserves terms all of us are leaving here."

"Is this bad or good?" I questioned him. He didn't respond, which was an answer for itself.

"Well, if you're going to fight, Ross, I'll do it with you."

"No!" Everyone suddenly responded.

"Guys... Really?"

"You're carrying a baby!" Yami told me.

"Just cause I'm carrying a baby doesn't mean I'm useless. I can't stand sitting at home like I'm a lazy person!"

"If you're not near flying bullets then I'll be happy." Bob told me. Jack was off on the side trying to cool himself down before this conversation turned into a argument. This was our millionth time talking about my safety and how being pregnant was a hazard. As much as I loved the child in me, I sometimes wish I never got pregnant for the sake responsibility on everyone else. For a new born it isn't the world to live in, nor is it the right time to strive.

"Fine,"

It was then that I realized I was indirectly signing myself away to what was probably going to be something massive. I could see gears going inside Ross's head, and him not telling me anything made me mad.

"How big is this wedding?" Jack questioned.

"Pretty big." He replied.

The room fell uncomfortably silent.

"If you to want.... Once all this stuff calms down, we can arrange a real wedding for the two of you."

My eyes lifted to Ross and I saw the breakage in his eyes as he said it. I could tell her cared for me at this point. Jack and I had our hands locked together tightly but I pulled away to hug Ross. I never thought he'd be the kind of person he became today. It was a whole new light, and I could see all his true emotions come out. I saw deeply that it was almost never that he could be genuine, and it's wrecking him.