I woke up with arms wrapped around my sides. I smiled knowing it was Mark. My heart suddenly skipped a beat when I remembered what happen the night before. I turned around facing a sleeping Markiplier. "Hey." I whispered quietly, hoping he had heard me. He opened his tired eyes slowly, as if weights were pulling them down. A lazy grin stretched across his lips. "Good morning." He answered. Our faces were only two inches away and we both giggled. "Last night..." Mark started, but he stopped looking deep into my eyes. I just laughed softly. "Last night was fun." I replied. Mark smiled and turned around. He was in his Markiplier themed pajamas pants with the band of his Calvin Klein underwear still visible. I blushed as he stretched. His biceps flexing and his stomach tensing. That's when I noticed a few scars on lower abdomen. "What happened?" I asked curiously. Mark looked down at his stomach and rolled his eyes. "Some stupid tumor decided to show up and after that my intestines almost ruptured. But we're good now!" He said finishing with a goofy smile and a thumbs up. As I still laid across the comfortable bed, I looked down at my own stomach. "Twinzeeez!!" I said playfully. Mark just chuckled and got up from the bed, leaving an temporary imprint.

Mark picked me up effortlessly and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed as he held my legs. "Mark! Let go!" I said between giggles. He set me down at the kitchen counter, a camera sitting there. "I have a stupid idea." Mark said.

Well that's dangerous! I thought to myself smiling.

"Take that camera. We are going to waste 15 of our day." He said walking into the kitchen.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Mkay!" I answered, following Mark.