mark loved you, a lot. and unlike his other relationships the idea of having kids with you crossed his mind a ton.
this escalated even more one afternoon when you brought mark with you to have lunch with some of ur family. u were rocking ur cousin’s baby back and forth in ur arms, a gentle smile on ur face as you basically held the small baby like it was the most precious thing ever. mark watched the interaction quietly— his grip on his glass tightening just a bit as his heart seemed to beat a million times more faster.
"you’re good with her," ur cousin beamed. a smile on her face. "really? well it’s not that hard to hold a baby.." a sheepish expression on your face as you glanced over ur shoulder, meeting mark’s gaze with a smile before turning ur expression back to ur cousin. "have you and mark ever discussed… y’know? kids?" her gaze turning to ur fiancée who was now, trying his best not to blush.
"i’ve— well, uh. he’s.. thought about it? but he’s just been so busy—"
— and let’s just say when the two of you got back to his place, there was a lot less thinking and a lot more doing.
"you were so beautiful out there, babe—" his lips against urs for a moment before he pulled away. mark’s hold on ur hips not loosening as he moved in and out of you, one of his arms locking around your waist to pull u up closer, the other moving to tangle his hand in your hair. "s’good with children and it really got me thinking.." his words a breathless moan, his moves quickening as he adjusted the position to rest your legs on his shoulders, hands back on ur hips as he pushed deeper inside—
a moan of his name leaving ur lips as his tip hit against that sweet spot inside of you - your body pushing away slightly only for him to manhandle you back again, "markmark" ur words becoming incoherent with how dedicated his movements were. "gonna— gonna make you a mom, yeah? you’d like that? ‘cause i really would." his brows furrowing together in concentration — u felt that coil inside of you tighten before finally letting go with a broken moan, "Mark!- please— please— i want it, please-" begging desperately,
he nodded quickly with a deep pant, "yeah— okay, gonna fill you up, sweetheart." thrusting deeper inside of you before groaning deeply, his seed spilling deep as he collapsed on top of u. burying his face into ur neck as he gently wrapped ur legs around his waist, "mhm.. not wasting a single drop." he muttered, adjusted his hips slightly as he trailed gentle kisses along ur jawline,
"i love you…" and, "..we’re tryin’ again if it doesn’t work."
