*Your Pov*
Just like that it was almost as if everything was normal. Like nothing had even happened. So much change happened in such a short period of time it's almost like everything was the same. I'm with my best friend in the world, except we love eachother now. It's weird when you think about it. The man I grew up with, was like a brother to me, is now the man I get to call mine.

Of course...there is also a lot of differences. Grace is still gone. I'll face chat her every single day though. Even leaving to the other side of the world wont make me leave her alone.

I watch Mark as he plays some game. Hes not recording, just enjoying himself. He's wearing just a plain short sleeve white tee. Hugging very tightly around his muscles. His face is almost expressionless as he plays, there's just a hint of a smile. He sees me watching him and grins fully. "What?"

I shake my head and laugh. "Your dad was right ya know," I say, as I walk over and take a seat next to him on the couch. I take a sip of some tea I just made.

He pauses the game and turns to me. "About?" He raises an eyebrow. He sets his controller on the coffee table.

"Us." I smile. "Remember when we were kids and he always called me your wife." I hug my mug closer to me as I remember fondly of what it was like growing up with him, and his family.

"Well we're not married. Theres still time for me to make him wrong," he leans back on the couch and laughs.

I slap his shoulder a little and give him a glare. Careful not to spill anything. With that I decide to set my drink down.

"Kidding," he laughs and hugs me. Pulling away he says, "I always forgot to just listen to my dad I guess." He looks me in the eyes and I shiver a little. His eyes still hold me captive even when I know he's mine. I give him a kiss, his lips are soft against mine.

"I wouldn't mind being your wife y'know." I take another sip eyeing him just above my mug. He's smirking. That stupid sexy smirk I've just grown to love my whole life. Nothing has changed about his smirk since we were younger from what I remember. Except his big fat head and big fat mouth. I smile to myself at that thought.

"One day," he says leaning his head on me. He put his hand on my thigh. "But for now, I think what we have is perfect."