It had been over a year since then. It turned out you were having twins. A baby boy and a baby girl. The little boy had Mark's facial structure and your eyes, while the girl had Mark's eyes and your facial structure.
You had gotten to name the boy, and Mark named the little girl. The baby boy's name was (boy name), the girls was Rosemary. He chose that name because of the memory of proposing to you.
Every time you looked at Mark, he would be staring at his children. His eyes would water, while looking at them with the happiest look on his face. He looked at them like he looked at you on your wedding day. Like he always looked at you. He looked at those kids with the most burning love you had ever seen.
He would hold them both in his arms, kissing both of their foreheads gently. He told you that you and (boy's name) and Rosemary were his reason for living, his inspirations.
He told you every day and his children how much he loved you all.
Ever since you had gotten pregnant, Mark touched you even more gentle than normal. He had massaged your back when it had gotten sore, he would always tell you he was the doctor, that he knew best, but that stupid nurse just wouldn't shut up.
You would always see him with a look of satisfaction, a look of pure happiness. You couldn't resist looking into those eyes. He couldn't resist looking into yours. He was right. The reason you're hear now was because of that one day in the park. All because of picture of a butterfly which now hung up next to your Eiffel Tower painting.
One day you were sitting on the couch watching as the two babies were beginning to start picking things up. He was wearing the shirt you got him last Christmas. He looked over at you and said, "I told you they loved you. They love you just as much as I do, (f/n)." He pulled you in and moved your hair away from your face, caressing your cheek with a finger. He touched your lips together gently, his eyes closed and his lips pulled back in a smile. You took hold of your locket, closing your eyes and smiling.
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A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)
FanfictionYou moved to LA when you turned 22 to sell your art. You're in an abusive relationship, but you don't know it yet. What will happen when you meet Markiplier? You've never seen his videos before. But maybe he'll make a difference in your life. @quazy...
