Markiplier Imagines

52. You Fight (2)

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Warning: Harsh language.

"Excuse me?! Since when did you control me? I'm not your fucking  property!"

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You were all dressed up and ready to go out with your girl-friends. You were going to meet them at Aura, a dance club. Your hand was almost about to touch the knob when you heard your husband, Mark, clear his throat.

You turned around and saw him standing there, arms crossed. "And just where do you think you're going?" He asked sternly. You sighed. "Aura." Mark's eyes widened.

"Aura?!" He nearly yelled. "Are you kidding me?! I just put Rose to bed. She's got kindergarten tomorrow!"

"So I'll be back before eleven!" You whined. "Ever since we had Rose I never had time to go out with my friends!"

"No! You have a daughter now! And unfortunately, you're not gonna have much time to yourself for the next 13 years!" Mark began to raise his voice.

"Excuse me?! Since when did you control me? I'm not your fucking  property!" You shout.

"You're my my property, but you should take my advice! You've been a lousy mother lately..."

"A lousy mother? A LOUSY MOTHER?" You screamed.

Then you and Mark began to shout at each other at the same time until you heard footsteps coming downstairs:

Rose.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Rose said in her soft voice, rubbing her eyes. You and Mark looked up at her, feeling guilty. "Why are you so mad?" She asked.

"We're not mad, Rosie. We're just not agreeing on something." He said.

"Agreeing?" Rosie asked innocently.

"We're just not getting along, sweetheart. Just go back to sleep, okay? Mommy will be right up." You said. Mark looked at you with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). You deserve to go out. You're not a lousy mother."

"I have been slacking lately. It's my fault. I'm so sorry, Markimoo." You say.

Mark pulled you closer to him by tugging on your waist. Your arms were wrapped around his neck. "How long has it been since I last told you I loved you?" He asked you.

"Too long."

"Well, I love you."

"I love you more."

He passionately pressed his lips against yours.

"Eeeeeeeewwwwwww!" Rose said from behind the banister of the stairs. You and Mark broke your kiss and laughed. "Come on you, get back to bed!" Mark said to Rose.

"No!" She said, smiling. You wiggled your fingers, letting her know you were about to tickle her.

"Do it. Or else!" You said. Rose's eyes widened and she ran back up the stairs.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" She screamed.

You and Mark both chuckled before you pressed your lips against his once again.

"Can't wait for her to hit puberty." Mark said. You giggled. "You sure you're prepared?" You asked him.

"Yeah, but I officially opt out of having the talk with her." He said.

"Aw man!" You whined.

Mark laughed and kissed your forehead. "Now let's put you to sleep." He said. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Okay, daddy." You winked. (THATS SO WEIRD OML)

Mark brought you upstairs to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.

"Goodnight, Mark."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)."

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