Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Epilogue

*10 years later*

"But mama-" fourteen year old Damien said from behind me as we walked down the stairs in a hurry. Ah yes, ten years has passed and my family has improved as a whole. Damien has grown up to be such a handsome boy who gets all the girls in the school, and not only his looks has improved, he's one of the smartest children in his high school and I'm so proud of him.

And I, as in individual, has gotten help for my depression as my baby boy grew up. I went to professionals so that I could be a good mother. But I think I'm a good person in total. I'm proud that I took that big step, or else I'll be a mess, Mark would be a mess, and Damien would be a mess as well. And, I also graduated from the art school, and now I'm a full time director! I direct all types of films, especially this big T.V. show called Stranger Things, but it's on break for now.

"But mama nothing." I quickly stopped the boy before he contiuned his sentence. I then walked up closer to him, grabbing him by his cheeks and pulling his face closer. "Look at you, you haven't even brushed your teeth, or gelled your hair." I ruffled his hair and he pouted.

"Once you do that, then you can complain to me all you want." I said and contiuned my walk downstairs and he walked back upstairs to the bathroom. "And please hurry!" Damien has a flight to get on in about an hour to Korea to stay with Mark's mother. He doesn't know, but in three days was the annual Purge, and well, I want my baby to be safe, so every year at about this time, Mark and I send him off to Korea.

"Mama! I'm out of gell!" The boy yelled from the washroom. I sighed and sipped on my coffee.

"Call your aunt and ask her to bring some!" I yelled back, leaning over the island as I sipped on my drink. Moments later, I heard loud footsteps come down the stairs and then arms wrapped around my torso followed my warm lips kissing my neck.

"Hello." Mark said from behind me as a smile grew on my face. "Is Damien ready for his flight?" He asked while reaching out for the plate in front of us, picking up and rolling a crêpe from the plate before shoving it in his mouth.

"I don't know, call hi-" before I could finish my thought, our front door bursted open, revealing two African Americans, the smaller one distracted by the digital device in front of her and earphones in her ears.

"My baby sent out a distress signal, what seems to be the problem?!" Tasha's voice boomed throughout the house was she scanned it, leaving nowhere untouched until she found Damien.

"Mommy, stop being ridiculous." The smaller female commented, shoving her phone in her back pocket before pulling in her suitcase into the house. The young female then plopped herself on the couch, right beside Signe and put her head in Signe's lap. Signe started to play with her hair as she watched the T.V. Soon came in my son with his suitcase, and Tasha immediately ran up to him, examining him carefully before hugging him. Tasha let out a long sigh.

"Ugh, I'm going to have to wait three weeks until you come back after the break?" She complained, placing her arm over his shoulder. Damien and Tasha were practically the same height, and Tasha was five foot eight. I don't even know what I've been feeding my own child. "I'm going to have to be away from my little baby for three weeks? That's basically torture in the worst form yet!"

"You'll survive auntie." Damien replied. "I'll miss you as well." He did what his father did and grabbed a crêpe from the table, shoving it into his mouth.

"Enough you two. If we want to catch this flight, we have to leave." I said. "Let's go. You don't want to keep your grandmother wating, do you Damien?"

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After saying our byes to Tasha's daughter, we went off to Damien's terminal to say our goodbyes to him. The fourteen year old handed his ticket and passport to the lady and she checked it before handing it to him with a very seductive look on her face, which creeped me out and pissed Tasha off.