Early update brought to you by me being a bored potatoish book-whore with no life. Yet again being a potato isn't all that bad because all Irish men love potatoes.😜 Anyways on with the story already Grace!
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Mark pov:"Good morning Jackiepoo! "
"Ugh! Go aweey mourk!" Jack said in his super sleepy and sect Irish accent.
"Nooooo! Wake up! "
"It's four in the fooking morning mourk!"
"I have a surprise for you Jackaboy!"
"Fooine!"
Jack got out of bed and went to take a shower. I printed out the papers for the new furniture and for us to be allowed to adopt. I hope he doesn't hate me. But more important I hope his loud voice won't scare the children... How long does it take to shower back geese, hury it up!
"Jack!!! Hurry or we will be late!"
"Okeyy just give me a fooking minute!"
"I already gave you a fooking hour let's go!"
I opened the door to walk in and the laptop was open and on wattpad. It was a story about us adopting a kid... how ironic.
"Come on let's go Jack!!!"
"Okay I'm ready let's go!"
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(Time skip provided by my potatoness and socially awkward life)
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"Can I take this blind fold off yet? Mark?"
"Now you can." We have just arrived at the new house that my sister decorated for us. I really hope Jack likes it!
Jack is fumbling to untie the blindfold so I do it for him. "So... do you like it?"
"I'm... speechless! ... you are the best boyfriend ever! When do we move in!!!"
"I'm so glad you like it Jack! We move in today actually. Now time for your REAL surprise." I retied the blindfold on his eyes and we got in the car to head to his second surprise.
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Sorry for the super short update!!! Just think of it as a short intro. I start school tomorrow but I am planning to update every day. So high fives all around and as always I will see you in the next update!
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