Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 53

I heard some yelling coming from downstairs, which to a certain degree, woke my mind up. I didn't open my eyes until I heard a crash and a loud bang, which had some more yelling follow along. Yawning, I rose from the bed, wiping away the sleep from my eyes. I turned over to check Mark's phone and it was only 10:30.

I sighed and looked over to the beautiful man beside me. We slept hard after our ultimate make-up sex. I guess we both had something buliding up inside of us, and it was let loose last night. Now I know how he actually feels about this whole situation. A small smile appered on my face as I leaned over to give him a peck on the lips. That peck turned into a long kiss as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me on top of him.

"Morning love." I mumbled just loud enough that he could hear. Even though his eyes weren't open, a smile also appered on his face.

"Mornin'." Mark replied, pulling me down onto his chest...well, the other way around. His head was in my bare chest. "Let's stay like this for a few minutes...."

"Mark, we gotta wake up. Marzia and Signe are probably causing havoc in the kitchen. Come on." I tried to get out of his grasp, but he only held onto me tightly so I couldn't move. (I can't be the only one who loves when boys could be strong and rough when they want to, but other times be soft and cuddly. I need to find me a man who does this *glares at Jungkook*) After a few more attempt of getting out of his grip, he finally let me go and I got off of him. I grabbed my towel out of my suitcase and wrapped it around my naked body, and at the same time, looked at the scattered clothes on the floor.

"Oh my gosh...." I said as I picked up what used to be my underwear. It was complete demolished. "Mark, look at what you did." I giggled and showed him the mess that he created.

"That's how you know we got real freaky last night." He tiredly wiggled his eyebrows with a weak smirk. Mark then rose from the bed, yawning and came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me as I was looking for clothes in my suitcase. I then felt something poke my inner thigh, then felt Mark's breath on my ear. "Wanna help me with my problem?" I heard the shit eating grin he had on his face in his sentence.

"There's a washroom right there," I pointed to the washroom. "You have two hands and I'm more than sure there's a bottle of lube in that desk. I'm sure you'll be find without me." I smiled before going off downstairs. I heard him kiss his teeth behind me, and I laughed. Entering the kitchen, I saw a burst of smoke come out of a pan as Sean took off the lid of the pan.

"What the hell are you cooking?" I asked as I went over to help him. I tired my towel tightly before taking the pan out of his hands and placed it on the counter, turning off the stove.

"I was making bacon." He repiled. I looked back to stove to see that he was using the highest setting. I rolled my eyes.

"Open the window." I said. "First off, you don't cover bacon; that doesn't make it crispy. And two, what were you thinking by using the highest setting for cooking-" I looked back into the pan to see four burnt pieces of bacon. "For four pieces of bacon?"

"I never said I was a cook. Signe sent me to cook something for breakfast."

"Don't listen to her again." I glared at him. "Now get out." I shoved him out of the kitchen and started to recreate what he was tyring to cook, but not having the house burn down. I turned on the new radio that stayed on the window ledge, which Signe probably implanted.

Few minutes later, I finished making some breakfast, and even had the chance to whip me up a parfait with some yogurt that was going to expire two days from now. I woke up the two girls and Felix, that were sleeping on the couch and the floor and told them that breakfast is served. They got what they wanted and we all sat around the island in the kitchen. Moments later, Mark came down and joined us, only wearing his grey sweatpants. He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist, reaching for a strip of bacon.

"So," Signe yawned. "You guys were pretty loud last night. I bet it was some next level make-up sex?" She said and my cheeks blew up in flames. I facepalmed in embarrassment.

"Yep," Mark responded. "And I enjoyed every bit of it," He said, directly in my ear as my cheeks became more red in colour. "But tell me, who was the loudest?"

"I heard (Y/N)'s voice a lot." Jack jumped in. "I'm guessing he gave it good, right (Y/N)?"

"You guys shut up." I giggled out of embarrassment, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. Mark then tickled my side and bursted out laughing.

"Aha! Now you gotta buy me lunch." He said before placing a kiss on my neck.

"Whatever." I mumbled and continued to eat my parfait. The six of us stood and ate in silence, until Signe decided to speak.

"So, on a more serious note, your baby." I was scared that she was going to bring it up. "What are you gonna do about it? Keep it?" I sighed, putting my cup down. "Or are you gonna call it Junior and put it up for adoption.

"First off, if I am keeping it, I would obviously give it a way better name than Junior. Who even names their child Junior?" Everyone laughed. "And ...." I hesitated to contiune. I looked back at Mark and he game me a reassuring nod. "We're keeping the baby, and it's staying under the Fischbach name. I mean, I don't know Craig, so I don't think it's nesssary to bring up the child's biological father." A smile appered on the four in front of me.

"That's amazing (Y/N)." Marzia said. "Congratulations on the baby then."

"Thank you." A smile appered on the both of our faces.