"Mark, face it! You don't have time for me. And it's not just me you don't even have time for your own son!" (Y/N) and I were back at it again. Fighting like we have been for the past few months. It was usually about my working schedule.
"What do you want me to do (Y/N)? Quit? Do you want me to stop supporting my family and leave my fans hanging?!" Now it was a full blown telling match.
"Mark it's not about your fans. I love all the people who always watch your videos just to see you, they care about you. I would never want that to happen to them. It's not about all your amazing supporters! This is about you. You have a son who adores you more than anybody on this planet ever could! (Y/S/N) just wants his dad. Is that too much to ask?" Her voice was in a whisper.
All I could do was stand in front of my girlfriend and say nothing, taking this all in.
"You don't even have anything to say," she bite her bottom lip. Tears came down her face and her jaw was clenched. "Have a nice life Mark," she went over to the closet and pulled out her suitcase and (Y/S/N)'s little suitcase.
I later heard the door slam and I knew that I was now left alone to wallow in my own stupid pity.
-present day-
I let down a breath of air and sat down in my chair in front of my recording area.
"Hey guys," I said looking at my camera. "I'm pretty sure you can tell by the title of this video and by my facial expression that this isn't going to be the happiest video. And I know I try to stay away from these type of videos but I need to tell you guys something," I said. "As some of you guys who have been here for a while I had a girlfriend, (Y/N). And I have the most amazing son anyone could ever ask for. But I lost that when I didn't take time to focus on what was the most important thing, my family. And now I'm suffering by myself and my stupid self because I never took time for my family. And (Y/N) I know you watch my videos still because your mom told me. Listen, I need you to come home. With (Y/S/N), you won't answer my calls and texts so I have to do it this way." I was now sobbing.
"I want to take everything back from the night she left. And I can't do that, I want to be there for them so badly!" I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "I'll be posting again in a few hours. I'll see you in the next video. Bye bye." I turned my camera off and uploaded the video without any editing.
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It's been a few hours and the video has a million views and concerned comments about myself and (Y/N).
"Mark?" I looked behind me. I was sitting on my couch. My mouth dropped open and I thought I was dreaming because this looked like a huge dream.
"(Y/N)?" I rushed to her and held her face in my hands and studied her face.
"We need to talk," she said.
"Yes! Of course! Come with me," I pulled her down to the couch and sat close to her. "Talk to me I'm all ears," I said.
Your Point of View.
"I saw you video," I said. "I was really surprised, in a good way. I got a lot of my answers but I still have a few." I said.
"What is it, babe?" I missed him calling me that.
"H-how come you never came after us? I know you called and texted but that's not the same as you coming for us. You knew I was with my mom, why didn't you come for your son at least?" I asked, I wiped my under eyes and looked into Mark's face. We must both be giant babies because we're both crying.
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"I didn't think you wanted me," his response was given with a big sob. Mark layer his head in my lap and let out a few loud cries while I ran my fingers through his hair. "A-and I thought (Y/S/N) forgot about me." He continued.
"(Y/S/N)! Come here sweetheart!" I said.
In came (Y/S/N) and walked right to us and stood in front.
Mark's Point of View.
I looked up and saw my little boy. He looked more like me then the last time I saw him. He was in a yellow rain coat and yellow rain boots. I can tell his grandmother dressed him. I sat up and pulled him closer.
"About time, daddy!" (Y/S/N) said and lunged into my arms. (Y/N) let out a little laugh and I held them both.
"You guys aren't leaving me again," I said.
"I would never leave! You have Chica!" (Y/S/N) said.
I floofed my hair and kept admiring the family I almost lost forever.
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I know this one is a little dramatic and out there but I wanted to do something different.
