Within (Markiplier/Reader)

Chapter VII

Your hands shook as you held the phone to your ear, waiting for the dial tone to turn into a warm, welcoming voice. Your cheeks were covered with dry tears. You needed this.

"Hello?"

"Mom," you croaked. You couldn't manage anything else.

"Hey, honey. Everything okay? You sound sick."

"I have something to tell you." You hunched over on the couch, rubbing your eyes with the palm of your hand. "Are you sitting down?"

"Yes, (Y/N). Is something wr-"

"I'm pregnant," you blurted out.

There was an excited gasp on the other end of the line, it made your heart drop. "Oh, sweetheart! This is such great news!" There was some rustling through the phone, perhaps her adjusting the phone against her ear. "I just knew it had to happen at some point! You and Wade are -"

"It's not Wade's." Silence. You almost thought for a minute that the line had dropped. "Mom?"

"Sweetie... Did you and Wade break up?"

"I-I..." You struggled for something that would make sense. "Yes - well, I think so. Pretty much." Flustered, your palm dug further into your eye. You were beginning to see patterns in the darkness. "But this happened... While we were still together." More silence.

"Do you know who's it is?"

"Yes, Mom."

"And you're sure it's not Wade's?"

You sighed. "Positive."

"And have you told this other man?"

"No, I- I don't know if I should. I don't know if... If he will accept me, or... Or it - I mean, the baby." You breathed out heavily, frustrated. "I just don't know what to do." Tears began to well up in your eyes again. You were starting to get tired of them.

"Well," she started slowly, carefully thinking over her next words. "I think if he's really the father, he has the right to know... But if you think he'll react negatively then I-"

"Mom, it's Mark."

"Mark?"

"Yes."

"Oh my lord, (Y/N)."

"I know. I know it's bad."

"(Y/N)..." Rustling, then a slow breath. "You and that boy..." She laughed a bit. "I told you. The heart wants what it wants."

"I thought I could forget about him," you admitted shamefully. You moved your fist to your mouth, biting one finger between your teeth softly. "I meant nothing to him except a few drunken encounters," you mumbled, "so I... I just tried to forget."

"You never forget about someone you love, (Y/N)."

"I don't l-"

"(Y/N)," your mother interrupted softly. "No matter what you feel, both Wade and Mark deserve to know."

"Okay, Mom..."

She could tell you wanted to change the subject. "Have you seen a doctor about the baby, yet?"

"No, I- I haven't even considered it really."

"I'll schedule an appointment for you. If you need me there, call me, okay?"