~Your POV~

It was Christmas Eve! I was so damn excited! I could burst! Next to Halloween, Christmas was amazing! So much chocolate and food and, most importantly, the PRESENTS! Halloween sucked, and Thanksgiving was awkward. Mom kept wiggling her eyebrows at Mark. It was so weird...

Anyhoo, so I was SUPER excited to give Mark his/my Christmas present (it really goes either way. I was giving it to him), and no, it wasn't an exorcism. I'm gonna keep it as a surprise. Mark seemed super giddy too, which got me even more excited. Mark decided to take me out to a Christmas Eve dinner, so I was dressed up in the ugliest Christmas sweater I could find.

Mark looked at me with a smile, and put on his ugliest sweater. "It's a good thing we don't own any scratchy wool ones," he laughed.

"Yeah. I would have scratched myself bare," I said as I laughed along with him.

We took off after I checked to make sure Penny's eyes weren't swimming and Moe was stuffed.

Shifting through the pocket of my sweater (I do this with everything I hadn't worn in a while... That has pockets), and was surprised to find a tiny, adorable clay version of Tiny Box Tim. I didn't remember making this or buying it at all. I decided it would be a nice stocking stuffer for Mark; so I shoved it back in my pocket.

Mark cleared his throat. "So... Uh... (Y/N)..." He started.

"Eeeyup?" I replied.

"How do you... How do you feel about having a kid?" He finally asked.

I was taken aback. A kid?! Since when does that sort of question pop up?! "Wh-wha-? A kid? Why would you ask that? First of all, we're not married. Second: that is a completely random question! Since when does that pop up in your head?!" I almost screamed.

Mark's face had turned a deep shade of red. "I-I dunno... It was... It was just a passing thought..." He stammered, obviously embarrassed as hell.

"If this is a joke, it's not funny."

I crossed my arms and looked out of my window, watching Mark silently curse himself through the reflection.

~Mark's POV~

Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why did I say that?! What was I thinking?! And (Y/N) was right! We weren't even married! That shouldn't have crossed my thoughts at all!

I wanted to slam my head into the steering wheel, but I couldn't put (Y/N) in danger. What an asshole move that would be. "Oh, so I'm just gonna ask about a baby, and now we're dead. You're welcome. Love ya!"

Ugh... The things that went in my head...

I looked at the side mirror and noticed a car barreling toward us. I checked the speedometer and saw I was going about ten miles above the speed limit, so it shouldn't have been a cop... But I moved lanes to let the dude pass.

(Y/N) suddenly screeched. "MARK! YOU'RE IN THE WRONG LANE!"

Regaining where I was, I noticed I moved to the left and not the right, allowing any unsuspecting car to crash into us. I quickly turned to the right and was back where we were supposed to be.

"Mark!" (Y/N) screamed, pausing to take in gasps. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I saw a car speeding right behind us, so I moved. I guess left instead of right," I responded blandly.

(Y/N) looked like she saw a ghost, and her pupils had shrank. If humans can't smell fear, we can definitely see it. "Mark.... There... There was no car. You were staring right into space when you suddenly swerved into the right lanes. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I am. And I'm sorry about the baby question... I don't know what I was thinking at the time."

"Well, you weren't thinking clearly, that's for sure."

I turned my attention back to the road and saw the place, Rotelli's. "You see the restaurant?" I asked.

"Yup," (Y/N) replied, calming down.

"Good. I'm turning into it."

I turned into the restaurant and parked the car, rushing over to open the car door for (Y/N) and letting her step out. She stepped out and smiled, forgiving me for my dumb question. I smiled back and led her inside.

*Time skip of the Time Lords*
~Your POV~

We got home after a good dinner of pasta. It was great!

I ran upstairs to go grab my Christmas Eve gift for Mark, it was a tradition my mom and I always did. I walked downstairs, gift in hand. "Mark~!" I called in a singsong voice.

"Yeah?" He called back.

"I have a present for you! Sit down on the couch!"

I continued to walk down the stairs with the wrapped-up box in my grip, smiling the whole way down. I saw Mark, shifting through the presents under the tree. "Found it!" He whispered to himself. Mark sat down on the couch and noticed me. His face quickly turned red and I giggled.

I walked over to Mark and handed him the gift. He handed me mine. "You open it first," I said, grinning.

"Alrighty then!" Mark replied as he tore through the wrapping paper. He opened the box and looked at the present. "A... Black blanket...?"

"Unfold it, dummy!" I told him.

Mark unfolded the "blanket" and his eyes lit up. "Are you serious?! Foot pajamas with my logo?! I'm putting these on right now!" Mark exclaimed, running upstairs to go change. I was happy. He liked it. But I was so gonna take a picture and post it on Faniplier!

Mark came down in his pajamas, looking like the adorable doofus he is. I snapped a picture and immediately posted to Faniplier. The followers went insane.

"OMG!!!! @Faniplier, did u really make that?!?!?! THATS SO CUTE!!! Why can't he be MY Markimoo??? @Markiplier #jelly #adorbs"

"SO. CUTE. Look at the adorable doofus!!! @Faniplier @Markiplier #socute #adorable #LOVEIT"

"@Fanipler now THAT is how you have a #MarkiplierChristmas!!! @Markiplier"

Mark came barreling down the stairs and sat down next to me. "And here's your present!" Mark shoved a small box in my hand.

I opened it, and my eyes glittered. I pulled out a shiny necklace with two charms. They each had one word. "Will" and "you". I was confused. "Will I what?" I asked.

Mark gave this all-knowing grin. "You'll find out soon enough," he said with a slight cockiness.

"Well... I love it anyway! Thanks, Mark!"

"You're welcome. Now why don't we go to bed or something... I'm tired," Mark said.

"Okey," I responded.

I scooted off the couch and went to bed, putting on the necklace. It was cute, but the lack of finished sentence disturbed me. (Hehehe)

*Another Time Lord skip*

I woke up, giddy and excited. Today was Christmas! I bounded over to Mark's room to see if he was still asleep, he wasn't in his room, so he wasn't asleep. I made my way to the stairs, but was grabbed by my waist from behind. I squealed.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Mark said, grinning.

"Hi, Markimoo," I giggled.

"Ready for Christmas?" Mark asked.

"Hell yeah!"

Mark let go of me and I zoomed down the stairs and sat on the floor. There was quite a few presents under the tree and I was itching to rip the wrapping paper to shreds. Mark came down the stairs an sat on the floor with me. I pulled out a present labeled to Mark from his mom. "Here you go!" I said as I shoved it in Mark's hand. He tore through the paper to reveal a brand new set of headphones. And a note.

"They're silencer headphones. So you can do your job even with a new baby. Love, mom."

I snorted while Mark's face flared a magnificent red. "Can you believe her...?" He asked, hiding his face.

"Yup. Now my turn!" I pulled out a present for me sent by my own mom. Some stuff for Penny and Moe and a voucher for a treadmill.

There was a note for this one too. "GET THAT CARDIO ON, SISTER!"

"No!" I yelled at the note, laughing. Mark looked at me. "She's been trying to get me to run for ages. But I hate it. So it's never gonna happen."

Mark nodded. After ripping through wrapping paper and laughing at gag gifts, awing at great presents, and throwing balls of wrapping paper at each other, Mark had one last gift for me. He handed it to me and told me to turn around when I opened it.

I did and I gasped. The last two words to the charms on my necklace. I turned back and Mark held a little velvet box.

"(Y/N)..." He started. "You're the best girl I've ever known. Will you..." He paused.

A/N: I, THE GREAT WILDPATH, SAID AS WAS PROMISED. HAHA! BUT... AT A COST. YOU MUST WAIT IN SUSPENSE FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. YOU ARE WELCOME, HUMANS. *maniacal laughter*