Say you love me (MarkiplierxReader)

The full house

I'm laying in the bed, I jolt up, still half asleep. My eyes open, and I can hear Mark's voice in my head.
"Stay with me here, in L.A." I feel a rush of coldness move throughout my body. I can't stay here, we only just started dating, and what does that even mean? Live with him? Get my own place? I don't have money to contribute to him right now, I just.... I'm scared, but I can feel myself falling slowly for him and I don't know if I'll be able to recover if anything happens to us.
I rush into the bathroom, and look into the mirror, into my tired, confused, EYECOLOUR eyes. I hear a knock on the bathroom door, and open it to see Mark's sleepy eyed face.
"Y/N...?" He groans. "Are you okay?" He tries opening his eyes more, but he's too tired.
"I just..." I remember to breathe, in and out. "I'm scared.." I sigh. He raises his brow. "There's no thunder or lightning tonight.." He Ruffles his black and red hair.
"No..." I begin. "I'm scared of what's going to happen to us. We only just started dating and you already want me to move in with you? That's scary Mark. Where do you want our relationship to go?" I put my hands over my eyes.
"I want it to go somewhere we'll both be happy with.." He steps closer, holding my hands to his chest. "You don't have to move in, or do anything you don't wanna do, I just thought it'd be better for you to be here, if anything.." His deep brown eyes staring into my tired eyes.
"I want to be happy with you too.." I smile, moving my side bangs out of the way.
"Good," he smirks, hugging me. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with me." He states.
"I don't, trust me. You make me feel safe," I tell the truth, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Everything will be okay," he brushes my hair behind my ear, making me blush.
"Okay.." I yawn, jumping into his strong arms. He chuckles, carrying me to my bed.
"Good night, Y/N," he puts me down, and I crawl under the covers, feeling myself drift into a deep sleep.
"Good night Mark..." I mumble, my head hitting the soft, fluffed pillow.

I wake up to the noises of chirping birds, and panting at my door. I stretch quickly, moving towards the wooden door, and opening it.
"Chica..." I grin, sitting down with Mark's golden retriever. She lays down, letting me rub her belly, then puts her head on my lap. I softly begin to talk to her.
"Your dad is a really amazing man..." I whisper. "He makes me feel so special, and I can feel myself..." I gulp at my words. "I can feel myself falling for him, slowly but fast at the same time..." Just then, Mark appears in front of us, a tray of food in his hand.
"M-Mark!" I stand up, blushing like mad. "How long have you been here?" I stare at my feet, not being able to look into his beautiful brown eyes.
"Not long..." He trails off, handing me the food. "I can come eat downstairs, you know.." I smirk, holding the tray.
"Um yeah but...." I look at his face, he seems to be holding some information in.
"What's the matter?" I question him, moving closer, and then putting one hand on his bicep.
"I-I...." He looks downstairs, which makes me even more curious. I begin to walk down the flight of stairs, my heart beating faster on every step.
I finally reach the bottom, to expose....
"Hi!" A bunch of people say, shaking my hand, hugging me, introducing themselves. I'm so... Confused, surprised, and a little... Worried...
"Hi there." A woman comes up to me. I recognize her, right away....
"M-Momiplier!" I step back, walking into a wall. I see Mark sheepishly come downstairs, gulping at the sight of his family that's visiting. There's so many people in his house, I'm starting to feel a bit anxious.
I step beside him, and whisper in his ear. "Why are all these people here....??" His family is socializing, making themselves at home, while I'm wondering why Mark didn't tell me they were coming to visit.
"I forgot they were coming..." He says honestly to me.
"O-Oh..." I'm so nervous. I would've made more of an effort to get ready, be less stressed out, if I knew this was going to happen.
"I'm gonna..." I look upstairs, and quickly rush up there. I'm kinda upset at Mark. How could he forget his family was coming to visit? That's sort of a big deal.. I lock myself in the room, and grab some clothes, makeup, ect, and hurry to take a shower.

-20 minutes later-
I look at myself in the bathroom mirror, satisfied with my natural looking makeup. A little bit of BB cream, very neutral eyeshadow, a light hint of lipstick, and mascara.
I let my hair drip dry, since it's not soaking wet. My feet walk back down to where Mark's family is, and sees them all talking with Mark, his mom is smiling at him, and no body notices me, until a little kid runs up to me.
"Hello!!!" The little boy shouts, looking up at me. He must be around 2 or 3, he's very cute, my motherly instincts take over, and soon enough the toddler is in my arms, smiling at me.
"His pudgy small arms cross over my shoulders, and he rests his head on my chest. Mark looks up, his eyes widening at the fact I'm holding one of his relatives.
"Y/N." He smiles at me, standing up, and bringing me to sit down.
"What's his name?" I ask, trying not to squeal at the fact I'm holding a baby.
"His name is Leo, he's my cousins baby." Mark points at his cousin, who says "awe..."
"What a cutie pie.." I smile, cooing at the little boy, and rocking him side to side, until his eyelashes flutter and brush up against his soft, pale coloured skin.
"How are you so good with kids..?" Mark whispers, brushing Leo's blonde hair.
"I used to babysit all the time," I explain, softly as to not wake the toddler that's cuddled up in my arms. "Also, I've always wanted kids..." I smile, kissing Leo's cheek, and sitting on the couch, still slightly rocking him.
I look up, to see Mark staring at me and his baby cousin. He sits on the floor in front of me, and kisses my knee, his chocolate brown eyes staring into my eyes.
I feel an instant connection between us, and all I want to do is cuddle Mark, but there's so many people here, I don't see how we could.

The rest of the day, we spend entertaining his family. Partway through the evening, he takes a bunch of the kids, and shows them his computer, and all his games. I tiptoe away from the kitchen, and peer into his recording room, to see his smile, to hear his amazing, contagious laugh. I smile, staring at him, interacting with his family members.
We make eye contact, and he grins at me, walking towards me.
"Kids, I'll be right back. Be careful, okay?" He smirks, speed walking to the doorway, where I am.
"Hey, beautiful." He brushes my hair behind my ear.
"Hey handsome," I blush, bringing him close to me, and cuddling him.
"I have some bad news..." He sighs, making me back away.
"What...?" I ask carefully, pulling my arms away from him.
"Well... All of my family has to stay here, since the hotels have all been booked..." He sighs. "That means, we need all the room we can get." He grabs my hand, kissing it.
"What does that mean?" I ask, confused at what he's trying to say.
"You and I..." He begins. "Will have to share my room," he winks, pulling me closer, and kissing my cheek.
I gulp, scared for the outcome of the rest of the night.