My Mark Diary

We Make a Visit

Dear Diary,

Mark and I haven't really told anyone about our engagement. Which means that we should probably work on expanding our horizons a little bit, let loose and tell our parents.

I was thinking about this during breakfast two weeks ago as I played with my eggs that were now cold because of my thought process.

"Uh, Babe?" Mark spoke up.

"Yes?" I answered.

You've been staring at your orange juice without blinking for ten minutes straight, hon. You wanna tell me something?" he questioned.

"Oh, it's nothing you should be worried about. I was just thinking about how we're going to tell our parents, that's all," I responded.

There was a comfortable silence. I let the news of my wanting to tell our family sink into Mark's brain and let him think for a few minutes. He had that look in his eyes where he was just so tired that he needed a break from the normal scene of our apartments and the beach.

"You know what, (Y/n)?" Mark said.

"What?" I asked.

"We need a change of scenery. We need to get away from this city that we call home. And I know the perfect place to go for a wonderful vacation..." Mark trailed off.

"Where would we go, Mark? It's nearly the beginning of the summer, which means that there are probably going to be fully-booked hotels in any city we stay in," I questioned.

"The most wonderful city in all of the United States:...

Cincinnati, Ohio!" Mark exclaimed.

"And what would we do there, Markimoo?" I asked.

"We would visit Momiplier, duh," Mark said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Ok, fine! We'll go see Momiplier!" I exclaimed with excitement.

"YAY!" Mark exclaimed with me like a baby.

"AH! I just realized that you haven't technically met my mom," Mark said in surprise.

We had talked over the phone and FaceTimed, but had never met in real life. I just adored my future mother-in-law.

"You're right! I can't wait to receive her famous hugs that you talk about so much!" I said, grabbing my laptop and placing it on my lap.

"She's talked about wanting to see you a lot more, too. So that's good... Uh what're you doing?" Mark asked as he looked at my screen. I had pulled up the American Airlines website.

"Looking up flight times with American... Why?" I asked.

"Well... you know how they had that flight that had that fight on the plane? I don't want that end up happening to us. I'm not saying that it would happen to us, but there is a possibility, (Y/n), and I don't want to risk it," Mark blabbered on and on. I just had to stop him.

"Mark, honey, you have to understand that that happened, like,  a year ago, and nothing bad will happen... Unless Wilford happens to be at the airport... with a knife... wanting to make a flesh pocket out of somebody's arm or something," it was my turn to blabber on and on.

Mark and I chuckled at my comment about Wilford.

"Well, I guess I could come along!" Mark said in his Wilford accent.

"No, I would just like my Markimoo to come, Wilford!" I squealed as I placed my laptop on the couch and cuddled into Mark on the other side of the couch.