...Is More Than Enough (Something More (JSE) Sequel)

Chapter 19: "Nice to meet you, Y/n."

A/n: Hey guys!! This is probably the longest chapter I've ever written, ending at 12.6 pages. There's a lot that needed to get wrapped up in this chapter, and some future things to think about. This chapter needed to be this long so everything could fall into place for next chapter. The next chapter will be nice and fluffy, and actually happy for once! Have fun reading this one though, I cried at multiple points writing it, so good luck!

Bf/n's POV

I woke up, and the other side of my bed was empty. Sitting up, I let out a soft "Mark??", but then I remembered. "Oh, right..." I mumbled, tying on a robe and putting on slippers. I walked down the hallway into our living room/kitchen area, and saw Mark sleeping on the couch, with a blanket that was barley long enough to cover him. I almost felt bad, seeing him like that, but I forced myself to walk past him and start making myself breakfast. I fed Chica first, even though she was still sleeping on the floor next to Mark. I made myself a bowl of cereal, and pulled a notepad out of the drawer in the island.

"Mark,

I think I'm going to go on a walk, I already fed Chica, who knows, maybe I'll stop over at Y/n's for a bit. Speaking of which, I think I'll bring her back here later so Sean can finally meet her. I don't know if I'm ready to talk about our 'issue' yet, so when Y/n get's here, or if we're all together with Sean, let's try to be civil, ok?

Lots of Love, Bf/n."

I got prepared for going out, which consisted of taking a shower, brushing my teeth, pulling my hair up into a ponytail, and grabbing my phone and earbuds. I quietly closed the door behind me, and turned on my 'get up and go' playlist, which started with a power metal cover of "Runnin' in the 90's". I couldn't wait to get to Y/n's, we haven't talked in a while, and we have a lot to catch up on.

Flashback: 7 Years Ago

Mark's POV:

Today was a rough day. Failed a test I thought I was gonna pass, got pushed around a lot by the school bullies, and I got a detention. I told my girlfriend, Amy, to meet me at my mom's house. I really just needed to hold her and be with her right now. I put my hand in my pocket and fiddled around with a little velvet box. I pulled it out, and looked at the ring on the inside. Just as soon as we graduated, I was gonna propose to Amy. I put the box away as I approached the steps to my porch, I opened the door, threw off my book bag and my shoes, and plopped on the couch. I looked around, and both my mother and my girlfriend were crying. My brother, Thomas, was just staring out the window.

"What's going on?" Nobody was saying anything, Amy came up to me and hugged me. She was crying into a tissue, and just laid her head on my chest. I looked at my mother in confusion.

"Mark, honey, I'm afraid we received some really really bad news today...." She took a breath to compose herself.

"Mark, Dad has cancer...." No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no. My face fell. I gently pulled Amy away from me, and walked out onto the back deck. Once again I was playing with that box in my pocket. Now I have to propose soon. We need to get married before.... Before my dad dies. It doesn't feel real. My dad has cancer?? He'll make it through it. I told myself. He'll be fine. He's strong. My head wanted to explode. So many thoughts went through my mind. I just can't believe it.

Present Time

Your POV:

Bf/n texted me a little while ago saying she'd be over, so I'm expecting her here any minute. Sam is minding his own business napping in his bassinet. It's gonna be fun, catching up with Bf/n. It feels like we haven't just sat down and talked since a little while after the baby was born. Come to think of it, there's probably a reason for that. No. I stopped myself from further continuing those thoughts. We've both been busy, and we're not living with each other anymore, that's why we haven't talked as much. Oh, speak of the devil.