Markimoo (Markiplier Imagines book)

7: Tiny Box Tim

You tie the chocolate brown ribbon on the box. You had drawn Tiny Box Tim's face on the box and had glued two small brown pipe cleaners for arms and hands. You hide the box in your nightstand and turn to the mirror, rubbing a circle over your belly. You pat it twice before strolling out of the room.

You're about to be three months pregnant, and you've been hiding it from Mark for long enough. Your stomach has gotten to the stage where it starts to swell, so you can't hide it anymore. It's summer, so you're able to wear a sundress that's just enough to hide the cute little baby bump. You and Mark had the boys over, the boys being Jack, Felix and Matthias. The second you walk outside, you're nearly beaned in the face with a water balloon.

You duck just quick enough and Mark's hands go to his face,"Sorry babe!"

You giggle, brushing it off and sitting down, dipping your lower legs in the pool, watching. You can't seem to stop laughing as Jack deviously squeezes and pops a water balloon over Felix's head, resulting in Felix rapid-firing at him while chasing him. One accidentally hits Mark in the stomach, causing them both to stop and cower.

All five of you burst into laughter as they both point at each other,"He did it!"

The fight lasts another ten minutes until you all go in for dinner. After dinner, you announce to the four boys,"I have a surprise for Mark,"you point at Jack, Felix, and Matthias,"You three come with me."

Mark sits at the table awkwardly as the three of them stand up. You lead them to the living room, gathering the four of you in a circle.

You lean in the circle, whispering,"Don't tell Mark, but I'm three months pregnant."

Jack's hand clamps over his mouth to keep quiet, Felix takes a step back to take it in, and Matthias just silently squeals, jumping up and down, clapping his hands.

"Oh my god, congrats!"he scream-whispers.

"Thanks,"you smile.

The rest of the boys join in a group hug until you send them back and run upstairs to grab your Tiny Box Tim box. You pull the drawer open and grab the box, running back downstairs. You walk in, hiding the box behind your back, smiling like an idiot at Mark.

Mark nervously smiles back,"Whatcha hidin there babe?"

When you reach the table, you pull the box out and place it in front of him.

"AWWW ITS SO CUTE!"they all swoon, Mark especially.

Mark gently unties the ribbon, and opens the box. There, the test lies, two lines for positive. Suddenly, Mark pushes backwards in his chair, standing up. Tears well up in both of your eyes and he runs to you, picking you up and spinning you around. He puts you down, his hand landing on your swelling belly. You pull him into a joyful kiss and he pulls you against him.

"OH MY GOD WERE HAVING A BABY HOLY SHIT!"

All the boys laugh, and you giggle, resting your head on his chest. Mark kneels down, cuddling your stomach and kissing it,"Hey little guy, it's your daddy. I just want to tell you your mother and I love you very much,"he says, using his baby voice.

You swoon, smiling down at your husband, now baby daddy. When he stands back up, you can't resist his lips again.

"We did this,"you sob happily,"We created this tiny life."

"Oh (Y/N), I love you,"he smiles, pulling you close.

When he kisses you again, the thought makes your heart leap; you're going to be parents.

(I know y'all want Mark to be your baby daddy, don't deny it. I'm a bit guilty too ;))