Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

two strawberry milkshakes | mark

fluff, clean

The small diner was empty. A dainty bell had chimed over the door as you walked in, clad in Mark's roomy plaid button-up shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants. Sliding into the corner booth was a real test of your stamina at this stage, but you weren't without help.

"I really am the love of your life, huh," you teased, not long after ordering.

Mark sat across from you, donning an oversized hoodie. His head was resting in his hand, smushing his puffy cheeks. Anyone could tell he had been sound asleep when he was roused in the middle of the night.

With his voice down to a low growl of exhaustion, Mark hummed, "What gave me away?"

Drumming your fingers on the table, you reminded, "Well, it's two in the morning."

"Yes," he groaned, bitter at the reminder.

You gleamed. "And here we are."

"One order of jumbo cheese fries," said the waitress as she set down the massive plate between you and Mark. "And two strawberry milkshakes."

"You're an angel," you crooned.

"How you doing, honey?" asked the waitress kindly, patting your shoulder.

Glancing down, you joked, "I might pop at any minute."

"We got towels in the back," she retorted, grinning in good humor. "Holler if you need anything."

"Thank you."

Putting a big chunk of cheese fries on one of the smaller plates, you let it rest on the top of your robust stomach, balancing with ease. The sight lifting his mood, Mark smiled slightly and watched you with heart-eyes.

"What?" you asked sheepishly, stuffing your face with more food.

Mark sighed, "You're cute."

Pointing at your nine months' worth of pregnant belly, you whined, "I am my own zip code."

"My bad."

Amused, you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

Mark pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of you while you looked toward a clattering of dishes nearby. A few minutes later, your phone chimed with an alert and you furrowed your brow when you saw that Mark had updated his Instagram.

"What did you do, Tuan?" you asked suspiciously.

Mark simply smirked.

Seeing your partner had posted a photo, you quickly viewed it. There you were, a plate on the crest of your pregnant belly and your hair in a messy bun on the top of your head. With the dimly lit hues of the night life, the picture looked vaguely aesthetic.

The caption read, my life and my world.

Your eyes burned and you glanced at Mark with love in your gaze, caressing your stomach where a sleeping baby was starting to wake. "I do look cute," you murmured shyly.

Mark chuckled, sipping on his milkshake.

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