Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 57

*a shit ton of years later*
*Mark's P.O.V*

My mind woke up very early for a extremely speical occasion. An occasion that's been in my head for the past month. It took me a few minutes to open my eyes, and when I did, I was still surrounding in darkness. I reached over for the desk and turned on the lamp, grabbing my phone as well.

5:30 A.M

The time read. Just the right time. Removing (Y/N)'s arms that are wrapped around my waist, I kissed her forehead before leaving the bed, which made he move around a bit. Just when I certian she was still in her deep sleep, I left the side of the bed and grabbed my grey sweatpants and putting them on, leaving the room afterwards. As if my timing couldn't get even more perfect, Damien, in the other room, started to cry. I smirked and did a small fist pump before quietly making my way to his room. I smiled as my son's cries filled the room. I walked up to his crib and looked in it, to see him toss and turn while having tears fall down from his eyes.

"Aww, poor thing." I murmured as I picked Damien up from his crib, putting him over my shoulder, placing one of my hands on his head, the other on his bottom, bouncing up and down slightly to calm him down. I repeated the action until I got downstairs, went into the kitchen and started to prepare a bottle for him. By now, Damien's crying has died down, and the only thing I could hear was his sniffling.

I finished putting the cap on the bottle, placing it in hot water for it to warm up. In the meantime, I took the baby into my hands, looking him in his nice brown eyes he got from his father. He doesn't have those beautiful, chocolate brown eyes that swoon all the girls over, like me, but it's alright. Once I teach him how to give people "that look", then he'd be somewhat like me.

"How can so much beauty fall into the hands of someone so little?" I commented and sighed. Damien is an actual gift from God, which I'm very happy to recive. Two minutes later, I grabbed the plastic bottle out of the water, placing some of the milk on the back of my hand to feel how hot it is. Again, it was perfect. I then began to feed my son, walking around the house as I did so.

I went back upstairs and back in Damien's room to pick out some clothes for today. Since today was a real speical occasion, I had to finish dressing him before five o'clock. So, being the bad multi-tasker I am, I held up the bottle for Damien with my chin and picked out some clothes for the baby. Once I finshed laying it on the dresser, I countiued to feed the baby until he was full.

Once he was, I placed down the bottle and started ro dress him up, humming his favorite song to him, which made him giggle. I finshed that, rushed back into my room and grabbed a sweater and out it on. Grabbing Damien's bag filled with all his nesssary items, I put on our shoes, slipped my phone into my pocket and left the house, locking the door behind me. I put the baby into the car, brought the bag up to the front with me and started up the engine, reducing the volume on the radio as both Damien and I disliked loud noise. And off we were to his daycare. I knocked on the window to grab the attention of the worker, and once I did, she began to walk over my way. She opened the door and grabbed the four year old out of my hand, placing him in the crook of her arm.

"Poor thing," She said. "You look so tired." She tilted her heard to the side out of worry.

"Hey Grace," I started, leaning against the door frame. "Don't mind me. Tasha is going to get him at 5:30." She nodded, meaning she understood. "And thank you once again for opening up this early. It really means a lot to me."

"You seem like the one who would sacrifice everything for (Y/N), so this is the least I could do." Grace replied, smiling. I huffed, gave her the bag before turning around and walking back to the car. She yelled out a "Happy anniversary" to me and I only waved before getting back into the car. Now that I don't have to worry about Damien any more, I can finally worry about bigger things. I grabbed my phone and checked what time it was.