You woke up with another migraine and a sick stomach. This has been happening for the past week. You didn't know why, but you just pulled through it. You had an idea pop into your head yesterday, but you waited until today to execute your plan. You kissed Mark before he headed off to the recording room, and you to the bathroom. You slipped the pregnancy test out from your bag. You used the restroom and waited until the test showed up.

Positive.

Positive? Positive! It was positive! You and Mark had been trying for kids for a while, but had no luck. He would be so excited for the news! Or would he? Would he be mad? Your thoughts fought each other as you racked your brain trying to figure out how to tell him. Finally an idea hit you.

You snapped your fingers and flew to your dresser. You had planned ahead two months ago and ordered a small Markiplier onesie with a pink mustache on it. Unfortunately, you didn't get to use it two months ago when you thought you were pregnant. You sighed remembering how hard you cried and how it took you forever to get over it. You clutched the onesie as that memory flooded back to you. You sighed once more and continued your search. You grabbed a tiny pink mustache from off your dresser. You pulled out a baby blanket you had also bought a month ago. It was black and had small pink mustaches on it. You put all of your contents into a bag. You put the pregnancy test on the bottom, then the onesie, then the blanket, and to top it off you put a small tiny box Tim that Mark had in the bag. You smiled in content and marched down the stairs. You set the bag on the table and stood triumphantly as you looked at your accomplishment. Now all you had to do was wait.

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You sat down on the couch, sipping coffee. You were waiting for Mark to finish recording. You laughed at his girlish screams. Soon, it all calmed down and you heard his outro. He came out of the recording room and walked over to you.

"Hey, babe! What's that?" He asked as he pointed to the bag.

You smiled at him. "It's actually for you."

He smiled as he pulled the bag into his lap. He looked up at you and then pulled out Tiny Box Tim. He grinned as he set it on the table. He awed at the little blanket, he thought it was so cute. Your big doof wasn't getting the message. He pulled out the onesie and sighed. He recounted how he cried after you had fallen asleep after you found out you weren't pregnant. He remembered how he punched a tree outside because of how angry and frustrated he was. But he never let you see any of that. He stayed your anchor in the storm of life.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he clutched the onesie. He looked up at you, and you motioned for him to keep looking in the bag. His sorrow filled eyes looked down into the bottom of the bag. He picked up the pregnancy test with a shaky hand. You watched his eyes slowly widen and his jaw drop. He turned his head towards you.

"P-Positive?" He said in a shaky voice. "It was positive?! We're going to have a baby? We're going to have a baby!" He stood up and twirled you around before setting you gently down. He put his head near your stomach as if anything in there could hear him. "Hey there little me or (Y/N). We're so excited to have you finally. You will never know how bad we wanted you. I'm going to take good care of you. We're going to take good care of you."

He looked back up at you and you two smiled at each other. He got off his knees to kiss you. You kissed him back, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

"I love you, Mark."

"I love you too."