Before you can excuse yourself from your table, which consists of Mark’s immediate family, Mark slides into the seat next to you.

He looks out of breath, and his suit jacket is missing. His once crisp white dress shirt is no longer pristine, instead it is slightly rumpled. The sleeves are rolled up to Mark’s elbows and his hair is a little disheveled. 

In a less secure relationship, you may have wondered if Mark is cheating. Luckily, you’re confident in his love for you, and instead, your mind scrambles for a way to explain his appearance.

“Where were you?” you whisper, leaning in as Mark’s arm goes around the back of your chair.

“Uh...” He smiles at you, licking his lips, and you can tell he’s about to lie.

You sigh, rolling your eyes at him, “fine, keep your secrets.” you say, deciding not to push the subject.

The lull after a wonderful dinner is over, the catering team hired for the outdoor event begin to bring out dessert. 

Your table talks about family gossip. It’s nice to be around Mark’s family, to have both of his sisters there. There’s a designated ‘children’ table for all the kids under the age of twelve, it’s somewhere on the property, far enough away to give Mark’s sister time to relax without her children.

Just as you’re thinking about how pleasant it is to be in the evening warmth as the sun sets, there’s a loud scream, then crying.

Everyone turns to find the source of the noise, moms at multiple tables jumping to their feet and reaching for purses containing bandaids and snacks. 

Two kids are standing near the house, young boys. You think they’re the kids of some of Mark’s cousins, but you’re not sure. 

One child is on the ground, and you watch a woman run over and demand an explanation from the older male child who is still standing. 

You hear the distinct term ‘wall flip’ and immediately you look towards Mark. His skin is just turning red and he runs a hand through his hair, “crazy kids.” he says, picking at his cake with a fork.

The children are escorted to a table with their mother and everyone goes back to dessert. Conversations pick up again, and once more, peace blankets the event. 

The kids table is starting to get a little rowdy as parents walk between tables. Some kids have ditched their ‘nice’ outfits, while others are sporting major grass stains on white linen pants. 

Your eyes land on a group of kids doing odd half roll somersaults. Then a group of children run over to your table, “Mark!” they scream, all eager for your boyfriend’s attention. 

“Slow down, guys, say hi first, this is Y/N,” Mark introduces you to the group of children, going through a list of six names that you can’t possibly remember, and the children don’t seem to care about being identified either.

Their eyes are alit with excitement, and the eldest boy, who can’t be more than ten, grabs Mark’s arm, “Mark look!” Then he steps back and does a flip.

Your breath is caught in your throat for a moment, panic taking over your body at the close proximity of the child to the table, on which he could hit his head, or knock over a knife, or-

The boy lands awkwardly on the grass, tumbling a little before correcting himself, beaming at your boyfriend.

“Wow Mark,” Mark’s sister says awkwardly, “you taught the kids to do backflips. At our family reunion.” She’s obviously not very impressed.

“Yeah-” Mark is trying to act like a mature adult while simultaneously wanting to show enough enthusiasm and support for the kid that just successfully did a flip.

“I think your flip was super cool.” you step in, showing support for the kids, Mark, and his antics, “just be careful not to hit your head if you flip to close to tables okay?” 

The kids nod, “we’re gonna go do some flips down by the pond!” they tell you before running off.

“We should probably go make sure they’re okay right?” Mark asks, looking for permission to go with the kids and do more flips.

With a smile, you and Mark excuse yourself from the table. Mark’s fingers link with yours and he gives you a soft squeeze, then the two of you walk down towards the pond where the kids should be.

You find a nice place to sit in the grass, Mark’s nieces curling up against your sides while Mark demonstrates how to flip. 

Time goes by, the sun begins to set, and you continue to sit and watch your boyfriend goof around with the kids. 

You’re not thinking about anything in particular, just watching, just enjoying the sight. 

Things begin to wind down and as the sun finally disappears, you find yourself on your way home with Mark. 

“I think it’s cute that you showed those kids how to do flips.” you tell Mark, eyes down on where your fingers are still interlocked even whilst he drives.

Mark smiles, “really? I was worried you and my sisters would get mad at me.”

“Mad? Mark, you just taught twelve kids how to do back flips. I think Jackson’s going to be pissed that you didn’t make him your plus one.”

Mark laughs, staying quiet for a few moments. You can tell something is on his mind. He swallows thickly, sneaking a look at you when you come to a red light, “I think... I think I want kids.”

You register his words. You know Mark wants kids. You’ve talked about it before, not seriously, but enough to know that kids are on Mark’s life agenda.

“Like...” Mark takes his hand away from yours, and you’re about to protest when his fingers slide over your thigh, pushing your dress up to gain access to your bare skin, “I think I want kids now.”

His fingers brush against the wet patch of your panties and he chuckles, “fuck princess, what’s got you so worked up?”

“You,” you nearly moan, biting your lip between your teeth, “seeing you with those kids- I want a baby too.”

You notice the way the car speeds up and your go to close your legs, but Mark refuses to remove his hand from your core, “close your eyes princess.” he tells you.

“Mark, the road-”

“I’m just trying to get us home faster baby, close your eyes, you trust me right?” 

You sigh and close your eyes. He better not pull this unsafe shit with you once you have a baby or you’ll have to fight him.

He slides your panties to the side and you wait eagerly for his fingers. One of his digits presses gently to your clit, drawing small circles. He rubs your slick around your entrance, then slides a digit into your heat. 

Mark is quick to add a second finger. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of your slick, curling, he’s just about to hit the spot when-

“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling his finger out of your pussy as soon as it had entered, and your eyes snap open, you’re at the last left turn of the drive and Mark ‘needs’ both hands. You watch him quickly lick his fingers clean before placing both hands on the wheel, readying to turn. “touch yourself.” he tells you, “softly, you’re not allowed to cum.”

You whine but do as you’re told, your own fingers slipping down the front of your panties. 

“Fuck, Mark, I’m so wet for you.” you moan, realizing that if he can tease you, you can tease him too.

Mark groans at your words, “yeah baby? What do you want me to do to you when we get home?”

“Everything.” you whisper.

“Tell me.” his voice is stern, low, aggressive. You love it when Mark dominates you. 

“Want you to take me against the front door.” you tell him, sliding a second finger into your heat, “want you to fill me up, wanna make you cum over and over-” your voice goes higher as you work yourself closer to an orgasm.

Mark lets out a shaky breath, pulling the car into your driveway. He doesn’t even park the car in the garage, simply turns the car off and gets out. 

You scramble to close your legs and get out of the car and are surprised when Mark opens your door for you, pulling you to your feet. His lips are on yours immediately, one hand grabbing your neck while the other goes for your hip, fingers digging into the material of your dress.

Mark presses his thigh up against your clothed core and you moan into his mouth. 

Mark lets out his own growl, then he tears his lips from yours, grabbing your hand to drag you up towards the house. He slides the keys into your hands, forcing you in front of him so your back is pressed to his chest.

Mark’s breath is hot on your neck, “open the door baby.” he tells you, watching with a smile as you fumble with the keys. His lips begin to suck a mark into the skin of your throat, teeth teasing and making you gasp.

“Mark” you moan when one of his hands goes to kneed your breast. He tears the front of your dress down, exposing your bra, which he also pushes down to release your nipple, fingers pinching lightly. 

It’s not lost on you that you’re still outside your house. Anyone could see you- you fumble with the keys, managing to unlock the door. Mark uses your body to push the door open, slamming you against it to close the door once you’re both inside.

His hand is once more at your throat, forcing your jaw up to look at him, “You like this baby?” he asks, his other hand going to your exposed chest, “like it when I touch you where anyone could see? On our doorstep,” he shakes his head at you, “what a little cock slut.”

You swallow thickly, “only for you daddy.”

Mark groans. You usually don’t call him daddy, but in this moment, the two of you are too deeply rooted in the idea of getting you pregnant to back down now. 

his lips are back on yours immediately, body pressing yours to the door. He doesn’t even bother with the zipper on your dress, instead he just tears it off of you, ripping it up the middle.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” he tells you before latching his mouth around your nipple. You thread your fingers through his hair, moaning.

“Mark,” you whine, “Just fuck me.” you push the remaining fabric of your tattered dress down to the floor, leaving you in just your lingerie (sans bra, which Mark has also torn off your body) and heels.

Mark trails his lips up to yours again and you begin to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, eager to get it off. Once his shirt joins your dress on the ground, you turn your attention to his pants, undoing the belt at record speed before pushing your own panties down. 

As soon as his cock is free, Mark pins your hands above your head. He pulls his lips from yours and you try to follow, but can only follow so far before you’re restrained by his hands. Mark grins at you, “sure you don’t want me to grab a condom princess?” he asks.

You wrap one of your legs around Mark’s waist, which is difficult with the position you’re in, “no condom, give me a baby Mark.”

Mark’s lips are soft on yours when he kisses you. He holds your hands above your head with one of his, his other hand is used to line himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. 

His groan is shaky and low, “you feel so fucking good.” he tells you, letting go of your hands so he can get a better anchor, pinning you to the wall with his body. You immediately grab Mark’s shoulders, adjusting your angle just enough for-

“Fuck,” Mark slides into you even deeper, the head of his cock hitting a spot inside of you that has your tummy flip flopping. 

“Oh my god right there!” you tell him, “Mark don’t stop!”

he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, pounding into your cunt over and over again, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “fuck baby,” he groans against your skin, “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that-” 

“Mark just cum, cum for me-” you beg, unable to control the way your pussy is throbbing around Mark as you teeter on the edge, “please-”

“Want my cum princess?”

“Yes, fuck, fill me up-” you’re an incoherent mess, and when Mark reaches between your bodies to press his fingers against your clit, the chord in your stomach snaps and you cum around him. 

Your moans fill the room and Mark presses his lips to yours, silencing you as his thrusts get jerky, his own orgasm hitting him. 

You’re left panting against each others lips, and after a moment, Mark giggles. Then you laugh, “you ripped my dress.” you tell him.

“i did.” he untangles your leg from around his waist, looking down at your dress on the floor, “fuck,” he takes in your naked form and the high heels still on your feet, “you’re so sexy.”

Before he can kiss you again, you dance away from him, “i told you to fuck me against the door, but if we’re trying to make babies, I think we should at least go to the bedroom, don’t you?”

Mark smiles, following you.

“So what are you thinking, daddy?” you tease, crawling onto the bed and turning to look at him, “a boy, a girl?”

“A girl,” Mark says immediately, slotting himself between your legs, “hmm... but maybe a boy first, to take care of her.”

“She’ll have you, and six crazy uncles.” you remind him. 

“True,” Mark is laying half on top of you, holding himself up, but pressing kisses all over your face whenever he feels like it.

“I hope she has your nose.” you tell him.

Mark shakes his head, “no, my nose is too big-”

“Your nose is perfect,” you tell him sternly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

Mark looks like he’s about to fight you but then stops himself, shaking his head and beaming at you, “I can’t believe you want to start a family with me.”

“Of course I do.” you melt, brushing your fingers across his face lovingly.

Mark watches you for a moment, then sits up. You grab at him, trying to pull him back down, “Marrrrk-” you whine.

“Give me a sec.” Mark laughs, tearing himself from your grabby hands, “let me put on some pants.”

“Pants?! what about babies?!” you sit up in confusion. 

“Here,” he tosses you one of his shirts and you begrudgingly slide it on, sitting up in the bed to watch your crazy boyfriend pull some joggers on. 

“Are you... going for a night jog?” you ask.

Mark laughs. Once his pants are on, he approaches the bed again. He leans in to kiss you and you close your eyes, smiling into it. That’s when you realize he’s grabbing at something near his pillow on his side of the bed. 

“Mark?” you open your eyes as he kneels next to the bed, holding a small box in his hands.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you to marry me for a while, and now that we’re talking babies-”

“Yes.”

“Let me finish,” Mark giggles, opening the box to reveal the ring. It’s just like you’ve always dreamed of, you wonder if one of your best friends told him what you’d like, “now that we’re talking babies,” Mark continues, “I want to be married to you too, I want to know that we’re doing this together, i want to be able to call you my wife.”

you feel your entire body swelling with emotion, can feel tears leaving your eyes before you can stop them. “hey, don’t cry,” Mark brushes his thumb across your cheek, “was it that bad?”

You shake your head at him, “Mark, i love you, it was amazing, yes, a hundred times yes-” Mark slides the ring onto your finger and then he’s kissing you. He collapses on top of you again, lips hot against yours, but the two of you can’t stop smiling.

Mark finally gives up, burying his face in your neck. 

You’ve never been this happy in your life. Mark moves down to your tummy, pushing the shirt up. He presses a kiss to your tummy, “Can you imagine having a baby in here?”

You groan, “oh yeah, would be so sexy,” you say sarcastically.

“It would be!” Mark insists, pressing more kisses to your skin, “you’d be growing a lil flipper Tuan.”

“A lil flipper?” you laugh.

“Yeah, he’s gonna be the coolest kid on the block, flipping off shit-”

“So it’s a he now? I thought you wanted a little girl?”

“I guess I want both.” Mark shrugs.

“Then I guess we better get to work huh?”

Mark grins, his kisses going lower to tease one of your hip bones, “guess we better.”

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