since eighth grade. → markiplier

Chapter Forty-One: Future

Chapter Forty-One: Future

Image on the side = my face when I realize how many reads I have.

Apologies for the delayed update. Been having some very dark thoughts and have been going through some tough times.

Ellie

Thanksgiving flies by, leaving me feeling quite dazed at how quickly the time had gone. The meal that Mark’s mother prepared was sensational – she really put effort into her cooking. I guess it was just a passion that she had, and I understood that. My mother felt very strongly about cooking and always added made her meals with extra flare and spice. Also, Mark’s mother and his family took the news of our relationship extremely well – they were all excited and happy for all of us.

I lay on Mark’s bed, staring up at the ceiling as he showered. My hands lay on my torso, my fingers wrapped around each other as I finally let the wave of thoughts flow over me. I take time to try and answer each of them, going through scenarios and pros and cons in my head.

There was one thing that I hadn’t told Mark. I had hid it at the corner of my mind, actually, in hopes that this baby would stay healthy. I was told that I was on the verge of having no children at all, that my womb was not stable enough to let a human grow inside of me and that it was very unlikely that I would ever give birth to a child. A small smile grows on my face, though, as I realize that I am, in fact, in preparation of bringing a small, crying human into the world. My father has pretty much stole this privilege away from me, however, with multiple blows to my stomach.

Mark walks in, just pulling a shirt over his body. He looks over at me, and I turn my head to make eye contact. He grins, flopping down lazily on his bed beside me.

“Hey,” He says, tracing a hand down my side. “You promised me something.” He tells me, raising an eyebrow.

“I did…?” I ask him, swallowing at the thought. What did I promise him?

“Yeah. You said that you’d show me your bump. Come on, Ellie, I want to see it.” He pleads, his eyes gleaming. I break out into a smile, giggling a bit.

“Alright,” I say, grabbing the hem of my shirt. “You can’t really see it, but you can feel it.” I inform him, and then tug the end of my big shirt up to my ribs, revealing my stomach. I take his hand, watching him grin out of the corner of my eye as I place it on my stomach. He runs his hand over my abdomen, and I can’t help but laugh.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“You’re tickling me.” I say through chuckles, snorting a little.

“Oh, attractive.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh! I felt it,” He says, running his hand over a certain area again. “Hehe, a bump.” He says, chuckling a little, grinning like a child on Christmas day.

“It’s so strange.” I tell him, just as he detaches his hand. I lie on my side, facing him.

“How so?” He inquires, looking interested.

“Well, for one, I’ve never been pregnant before,” I point out, rolling my eyes. That was an obvious point. “And it feels… I don’t know how to explain it,” I huff, resting my hand on my stomach. “Like when you’ve had way too much to eat and your stomach goes all stiff.”

“Or like my abs.” Mark jokes, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No, Mark, not like your abs.” I roll my eyes, poking him in the chest. I then poke his stomach. “Though they are pretty stiff.” I say, fuelling his ego.