*Three years later*
Chance's pov
I was married to Lainie, and she was pregnant.
Blaize was expecting also. She was married to a guy named Mark (aka Markiplier).
Mark: Blaize, c' mere...
He kissed her all over. And I mean all over. Yuck.
Blaize smiled, then placed a hand on her stomach.
Blaize: Switch, you are going to love your family.
She looked over at me.
Blaize: What's your child's name gonna be?
Chance: C. J., or Chance Jr. for a boy, or Carly for a girl.
Blaize: Oh how cute. Mark and I will be on our room.
After I heard the clink of the lock, I put a do not disturb sign in their door.
Lainie: (Walking over and embracing Chance) Touché.
Chance: Yes babe. Now, draw me like one of your French girls...
Lainie kissed me, then we sat down in the living room.
Lainie: I'm not a very good drawer, though.
I smiled, then kissed her nose.
Chance: Fine then, I'll draw...
