Markiplier Imagines

63. Déjà Vu

"Great. Now I'm turned on."

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You waddled to the living room. You were headed to the couch. Jack and Zoey really made your stomach huge! You rubbed your giant bump as you took a seat.

Not only did they make you huge, the made taking as little as three steps seem impossible! Being nine months pregnant was ultra tiring.

Since Rose was with Mark's parents, you decided to try to relax... However...

The babies were due sometime this week. You were very anxious and excited, but you were mostly happy that your pregnancy will be over. Mark brought over a bowl of chocolate ice cream with whipped cream on top.

"Here you go, baby." He said, handing the bowl to you. You smiled;

"Aw, thanks!" You said, taking the bowl. You savored each bite.

That's when you felt a slight stomach pain. You thought nothing of it. Then another. Then another. Then you felt one of the worst stomach cramps you've had in your life.

The babies were coming.

"Ugh! Can't you guys wait until I finish my ice cream?" You said aloud

Mark looked at you, puzzled.

"The babies are coming." You said. "But they're gonna wait until I finish my-"

Another bad contraction.

"Ooh!" You exclaimed, clutching your stomach.

"(Y/N), forget the ice cream. We're going to the hospital!" Mark said.

He helped you up and took the bowl from your hand. "Nooooo!" You said as he placed it on the coffee table.

"Let's go." He said. He walked out he door to warm up the car. You took the ice cream off of the coffee table and headed to the car.

"(Y/N) are you serious?" He laughed. You nodded;

"Never underestimate a pregnant girl and her ice cream." You winked.

"Great. Now I'm turned on." He said. You rolled your eyes;

"Just drive before I have the babies in here." He sighed;

"Fine."

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You walked into the hospital-

Excuse me, you waddled into the hospital with Mark.

"My wife is in labor. We need a doctor now." He said. The front desk lady had nodded and waved for someone to come in.

You were pushed into a wheel chair and wheeled as quickly as possibly to a delivery room.

You were hooked up to a million devices and doo-higgies.

After hours of waiting through pain, a doctor had told you that you were at ten centimeters and you had to start pushing.

"Ugh, I don't wanna. I want more ice cream." You said, crossing your arms.

He laughed. "I'm afraid not."

"Fine, I guess the sooner I have the babies the faster I can have ice cream."

"That's the ticket!" The doctor laughed once again.

Mark grabbed your hand. "You got this, baby." You squeezed his hand as you began to push.

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You woke up and looked around to find Mark rubbing your face. You felt like your vagina had two babies pushed out of it.

Oh wait, it did.

"Hey." He said softly, petting your hair.

"Hey, you." You said, smiling. "Where are my children?" You asked.

"Our children." Mark corrected you.

"Where are they?"

He pointed. He walked over and grabbed one of them.

"This is Jack." He said. "He was born second. About two minutes after Zoey." He said, handing him to you.

He was the most cutest thing you've ever seen. Well, besides your first born daughter, of course.

"Aw. Did you send Sean lots of pictures?" You asked. He nodded;

"He said he hopes he dyes his hair green." Mark said, laughing.

Typical.

"Aww, well you're not gonna be dying that precious hair of yours until your thirty!" You cooed. "Where's Zoey?"

He went and grabbed Zoey. She was beautiful.

"I love her the most. Shh, don't tell Jack." He said, obviously joking.

"I'm in love." You said.

"Me too." He agreed.

Mark leaned over and kissed your lips. That's when Zoey started wailing.

"Uh oh! Someone's jealous of mommy!" Mark said, bouncing up and down.

"Here, hand her to me." You said.

"No, I got this."

"Unless you wanna whip out your nips and feed her, I suggest you hand her over." You giggled.

You switched babies and fed Zoey. "So what do you think they're personalities are gonna be like?" You said as Zoey ate.

"I think Jack is gonna be just like Sean. Just without the Irish accent."

"Yeah? I think Zoey is gonna be an independent brainiac with lots of friends. And boyfriends."

"No boyfriends until she's eighty!" Mark said. "I told that to Rose."

You giggled. "Then how are they gonna give us grandkids?" You asked.

"Hey, I'm not old enough for grandkids." He said.

You giggled.

"I can't wait."

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