King (Markiplier x reader)

Epilogue

*9 years later*

"Emilia, come on, you have to wake up." I said, pulling the blanket covering my nine year old daughter. In nine years, a lot of things can happen. Like a lot. I had a daughter in the past seven years, Drea, who's name is actually Trey, is now legally Amy's 19 year old daughter since her mother dies three year back, and, we got rid of this famine that affected all of Egypt. Plus, today is Jack and Signe's wedding. Time does go by fast, doesn't it?

"If you don't wake up, Anutie Signe will be mad at you for missing her wedding~" I bribed her with a smirk and the girl instantly shot up from her pillow.

"Anutie Signe is getting married?!" She said in complete shock.

"Yeah. About time, I know." I chuckled. As Emilia got out of bed, she rubbed her eyes and grabbed her towel from her dresser.

"Please don't waste time in the shower. I still have to wake up a lot of people in this house." She nodded and ran off to the washroom. Finally, I found this beautiful dress that Emilia barely wears that was the deep hell of her closet. I placed it on top of her bed and left the room. I then went to the last two room, Woke up Felix, Martiza, Amy and Trey and told them it was the wedding day.  And this is why I didn't want all of us to go to bed late last night. I went back to my room as the chaos erupted from the two rooms. I closed the door behind me as I entered the room.

"Baby." I said. No response.

"Babe." I said once more. Nothing.

"Mark!" I yelled and Mark groaned in response.

"Yeah?" He said with a groggy tone.

"Wake up. It's wedding day." Mark then got out of bed and came up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Mark, you gotta go take a shower." He didn't listen and placed his head at the nape of my neck, placing small kisses.

"Baby, come on. Go into the shower while I look for your suit." I pushed him off me and he went into the shower. I looked though his closet and found this back suit that had some blue linings. I smiled and placed it on our bed, ironing it a bit to straighten it out a bit. Few moments alter, Mark came out of the washroom and I went in. 10 minutes later, I came out and saw that Mark was still on his towel, looking at his closet.

"Mark! Why aren't you changed?" I shouted.

"Because," He replied. "Should I wear a black button up, or a white button up?"

"Black. Now get dress-"

"MAMAAAAA!!" Emilia called out.

"Give me a minute baby!" I yelled back.

"Now iron it and put it on." I then rushed to my daughter's room, where she was pouting on her bed, in her towel.

"Yes baby?" I asked.

"Do I have to wear a dress? You know I dislike dresses." She said.

"Yes. You're going to a wedding, honey. You know, on your wedding day, you'll be wearing a dress, I'll be wearing a dress, Anutie Amy will be wearing a dress. So, why don't you start now?" The girl sighed.

"Fine." I stood up and kissed the top of her head.

"Do it for me babe." I smiled and left her room. I went back into my room and dried and applied lotion to my skin. Getting into my favourite  (F/C) bra and matching underwear, I head the door open.

"Damn (Y/N)." Mark said.

"Please close the door." I said.

"You stay looking sexy." He said and came up behind me, grinning.