Please Don't Leave (Markiplier x Suicidal/Depressed Female Reader)

Day 78

(Another Three days.)
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I sit up from the bed, reaching for the sky before getting out of bed a little slowly, but quickly, I stand up onto my feet, and I reach forward. I glance back at Mark who's sleeping in the bed, wrapping his arms around himself and hugging himself tightly, of course probably having another nightmare. 

I walk over to his side of the bed, and I lean down, hugging him tightly as soon as I do. I shush him calmly, nuzzling my face into his neck as I end up sitting down beside him. He takes a deep breath and lays onto his back, opening his eyes to look up at me, with a comforting smile. It was hard, but I'm ending up getting the Mark I knew back, the happy smiling one. The internet has been confused that Mark has been taking so many breaks, but everyone assumes it's the baby thing. 

"Hey.." He says softly, still a bit tired as he slowly begins to sit up, stretching his arms forward, in which he ends up hugging me with those stretched arms afterwards, in which I hug him back. "Good morning babe..."

"Morning." I say, nuzzling my face into his chest a little.

I feel the same morning sickness of course, like I'm about to vomit, but I hold that back for now as I don't want to vomit onto his clothes. 

"I can cook breakfast again today." I say, and I look up at him, giving him a small smile, and he sighs a bit.

"I don't want you to be overworked, you made it yesterday, and decided to clean the house." Mark says.

"The house looked like shit of course I did."

"You could've gotten me to do it, you know that."

"And why would I ask? Would you ask ME to clean the house for you?"

"..No. I would do it myself."

"Exactly."  I lean up a bit, and kiss him softly, before standing back up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna make sure I don't make a mess in here." I say, as I leave the bedroom and to the bathroom. 

I start up a bath before anything, I've been taking a lot of those as of the last time Mark started one up for me. They're a lot more comforting..

And when I'm in their I imagine the water is the blood from my wrists, or the blood of my father.

I'm a little crazy, aren't I?

I let out a soft sigh as I take off my clothes for the bath.

(Spooker)

After the bath, and the terrible feelings of vomiting and feeling dehydrated, I get out of the bathtub and go downstairs in the towel, cause I'm to lazy to put clothes on and I get right to making breakfast, making eggs and such as other.  Mark was updating a few things on everything as I took my bath, so I didn't have to worry about making him wait. 

After a bit, I finish cooking. "Mark." I call out, and Mark walks in, as I hand him a plate of food, and he takes it.

"Thank you hun." He says, as I grab myself a plate, as I nod a bit.

"No probs." I say, walking to the table and sitting down as he does across from me. 

I then notice something. I look over and I smile at the baby chair beside the table as I set my plate down.

"I bought it two days ago, I decided to set it up today so I can get used to it being there and not trip over or into it. Since I come downstairs for snacks and such."

"Yeah, I get it." I say, looking back at Mark. "You're gonna trip over it a lot anyways during this month anyways."

"Yeah." Mark nods, chuckling a bit as an agreement.

I pause, going to eating my breakfast.

I think a bit, about what's been happening. Nothing terrible has happened since what happened with.. Chris. Everything's been fine, like everything will always be, which I doubt.  Depression has calmed against me, it doesn't hurt me that bad anymore, I've grown more confident. Of course I still have it, but still, in all honesty, I feel alright today, but it feels like something bad is about to happen in maybe a few days, weeks, or months. It doesn't feel like it'd involve the baby though... It just, feels wrong as of late.

"Have you been thinking of names?"

I snap out of it as I look up at Mark, a smile then growing on my face.

"I was thinking if It's a boy, maybe Timothy. For tiny box Tim." I say, and He smiles. 

"And what if it's a girl...?"

I shrug a little, taking another bite, and swallowing. "I haven't thought that far. I just imagine having a boy to be honest." I say, tilting my head a little as I stare down at my food.

"...How about... I don't even know any names damn." Mark says, lowering his head a little.

"We can ask one of your friends for help on deciding the female name, and maybe more male names..." I say, and I shrug a little. "Like, Amy or something."

"We'll just have to find out and think about names when we find out the gender I guess." Mark says. "...Which I don't remember how many months that is." 

"About twenty weeks, so four months and sixteen extra days." I say, taking a bite out of my food 'cause the Author is stupid as all hell and made trying to figure out that math two times more complicated then it should've been. Like I could've just used my brain and I tried to use fuckin' Google.

I'm lazy.

"Huh, well you thought of that math pretty quickly." No I didn't. "I am questioning why you call yourself stupid."

I smile a little, shrugging a bit. "It's nothing." I say, making myself have good posture a bit as I take another bite out of my breakfast.

"Say, In about a couple days I was thinking we go on another date? It may be our second one but this one is gonna be a much better one then the last." Mark says, smiling a bit as stabs his fork into his meal.

I look up, and I nod a little with the same smile. "I'd be happy to go on a date with you, again." I say. "I was happy the first time... What will this one have in store though? Like what we do??"

He shrugs a little. "I was thinking that'll be a surprise for you... It'll have to be in a couple days though, I have work to do today." Mark says, finishing his plate first, as always.

I nod. "I won't mind waiting. I'll have to get ready though.. What if I vomit at the date?"

"I'll understand why. It'll be okay." Mark assures me, nodding a little as he wipes his face off with a napkin and places it down onto the plate over the silverware and crumbs.

"...Alright..." I say, and I lean over, taking his plate and walking over to the sink.

"How dare you I was gonna wash those." Mark says, standing up and trying to take them from me, but I lean away. 

"Well suck my gerthy five foot long cock." (EAT FRESH-JARED FOGLE)

"BOI." Mark yells, reaching over but I turn away from him, so he's trying to reach over my shoulders to get to the dirty dishes.

"Nope, Lemme wash em'."

"I'm about to wash your face with my fist in a second." I threat.

"You won't be washing anything unless it'll be the coal off my heart Pretty boi."

"YOU JUST ASSUMED MY GENDER?!" I scream, and I stretch my arms further away, and so he just wraps his arms around my torso.

"Yes, I turned out to be gay this whole time (Y/N)." He jokes. "You turned out to be a MAN."

I gasp, not really making any emotion to this. "Holy fucc."

He chuckles a little, and right when I'm off guard, he steals the dirty plates from me and lifts them out of my reach.

"AHA!" He yelps, as I turn around and frown at him.

"You evil fucker."

He snickers a bit and walks to the sink, and puts them in, soon washing them on his own.

"I'm washing the next two." I make this statement clear.

"We'll see about that." Mark says, glancing back at me with a smile. "I love you."

I huff a bit, crossing my arms. "I love you too, Mark."