A/N: So I wasn't 'officially' done with this chapter, but because you wanted me to continue, I posted this asap :). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: My name's Dominique Huisman... Not Leigh Whannell or James Wan. So, obviously, I don't own Saw... What a pity, again...
Even at the end of the street you could hear Amanda groaning.
"God dammit... I swear, 'The Hoff', next time, you go and watch the baby." Amanda hissed and walk out of the room. Their new born baby, Paige, wasn't a quiet one. Amanda always had to get out of bed to silence her. Mark had told her to help, but he always let Amanda do all the hard work, and he just laid in bed, murmuring: 'Yes, alright, next time, I'll go check on her.' He was giving Amanda a headache.
"Mark...? I can't sleep..." Mark looked up. Corbett was standing beside their bed. Mark felt sorry for her. After Paige was born, he felt like they neglected Corbett.
"Come here, honey." Mark said, and Corbett climbed into bed. She cuddled against him. He smiled.
"What were you dreaming about then, Corbett?" Mark said, while stroking her hair.
"No, it's not that, Paige woke me up."
"You know? Mandy and I already discussed on giving you the bigger room. Then you won't be next to Paige's and she won't wake you up again. Okay?" Corbett smiled.
"Okay!" She exclaimed, while running out of the room into Paige's.
"Mandy, Mandy, I can have the big room!" Mark heard her scream out of Paige's room, and he heard the following groan from Amanda. He smiled. Corbett was so predictable.
"Mark, get that smile of your face! We'll talk later!" Mark frowned. Apparently he was predictable as well.
When everybody was quiet again, Amanda lay down in her bed as well. But she kept laying on her side of the bed. Mark frowned again.
"Everything alright?" Mark whispered. Amanda didn't reply.
"Mandy, come on, I promise, next time, I'll do everything, I promise." Mark begged.
"I just... Sometimes I think you don't love me anymore, 'cause you let me do everything." Amanda whispered. Mark sighed.
"Mandy, you know how I think about that."
"I know, but just... I don't know, I'm just strange."
Amanda grabbed his hand, and squeezed it. Mark smiled. He knew exactly what to do.
The next morning, Mark woke up early. 5:00 am. Way to early. He looked at Amanda, who was still sleeping. He got out of bed, and walked downstairs. He put everything in place for his big surprise. Now he hoped she liked it...
Amanda opened her eyes. No crying from Paige. No jumping around from Corbett. She looked at her clock. 7:00. This was strange. She got out of bed, and walked into Paige's room. No Paige. Into Corbett's room. No Corbett as well. She panicked. She ran into her own bedroom, no Mark. Where was everybody? She ran down the stairs, and smelled a sweet smell. But she couldn't really recognize it. She walked into the living room, to see Mark sitting between a lot of candles; big ones, small ones, red ones, white ones. Amanda gasped.
"What is this?" Amanda said, and walked around the room. Mark walked over to her. He turned her around, and grabbed her hand.
"Manda, what you said this night was true. I'm a complete ass and all I do is thinking about myself, and not about you. I want to change that, and I hope you'll let me." Mark kneeled down, and held out a ring. "Amanda Young, will you marry me?" Amanda gasped again.
"I... I... Mark Hoffman, the only thing I wanted was some cooperation from you!" Amanda hissed, but with a big smile on her lips. Mark grinned.
"I know, but I wanted to do this for a long time!" He smiled.
"Of course I want to marry you, silly!" Amanda smiled, and kissed him.
"Thank God!" Mark laughed. He put the ring on her finger, and Amanda looked up at him.
"But you have to promise me you will help me when I ask you to!"
"I promise!" Mark said, and hugged her.
"Now I have a question: Where are the children?" Amanda looked around.
"Paige's at the daycare and Corbett's at the neighbors."
"Do you have the phone numbers?" Amanda walked over to the phone.
"Why?" Mark looked confused.
"I want to check if they're alright." Mark frowned. "I don't want to lose Corbett or Paige again, Mark! You know how much they mean to me." Mark sighed.
"I know... But I'm sure they're alright." Mark walked over to Amanda, and tried to calm her down.
"Yeah, right. Where are the numbers?" Mark sighed again. He picked up a leaflet of the daycare and a written paper from the table.
"Here..." Amanda took them from him.
"I'm gonna call, you stay here and shut your mouth. And clean up those candles. I love you, you know that, but I'm not going to clean that up." Amanda smiled. Mark sighed.
"Yes mum..." He dropped his head and walked out of the living room. Amanda smiled. He could be a child sometimes. She figured it would only get worse when she marries him.
"Hello, I wanted to check if Corbett's-"
Marks thoughts wandered. He finally asked what he wanted to ask for a long time. It had been almost sixteen months since John died, and Amanda almost died, but almost two years since Mark wanted to ask this particular question. For almost a year now a ring burned in his pocket. It wasn't just an ordinary engagement ring. It was from his sister when she died. When his sister died, Mark got that ring in her legacy, and he decided he would give it to the most amazing woman in the world. He was sure that that was what Angela meant, by giving that ring to him.
"Why did you bring the children away?" Amanda walked into the kitchen.
"Well, I figured we could do something together. I saw how much you did, and you almost never get something back." Amanda smiled.
"Aw, you're too cute!" Amanda smiled, and kissed him.
"I know, I know..." Mark groaned, and Amanda pinched him.
"Don't let the fame go to your brain, Hoffy!" She laughed, as she got her coat.
"Missy, I told you, it's The Hoff for you!" Mark hissed.
"Yeah, right." Amanda rolled her eyes.
"I'm afraid you will never change, won't you?" Amanda groaned.
"I'm afraid so, Mandy!" And they walked out of the house.
Corbett sat on the floor. The nice neighbors were sitting in a chair, both reading the newspapers. She sighed. She hesitated when Mark brought her here, but he said he needed to do something, and Paige would be away as well. She finally obeyed. Now, she was bored. She wondered what it was Mark had to do...
"Corbett, are you alright?" The old lady asked.
"Yes, Mrs. Perkins, I'm fine." Mrs. Perkins rolled her eyes.
"Corbett, my dear, I told you, call me Aggie. I feel so old when you call me Mrs." She sighed, and walked out of the room, just like old people always do. Corbett felt sorry for her. Her husband was very lazy and didn't want to do anything with her. Poor Mrs. Perkins.
"Young Lady, what are you thinking about?" Mr. Perkins asked.
"Oh, nothing, sir." Corbett murmured and began playing with the old toys Mrs. Perkins got from upstairs. The toys were so old, that Corbett had to wipe all the dust of it. Mrs. Perkins had told her that she had played with it. Corbett could believe that. The toys were made out of wood, with figures painted on it. Not like the toys Corbett had got from Amanda and Mark. She loved Amanda and Mark. Although she knew that they weren't her real parents, she loved them just like they were her parents. Amanda had told her that her parents died when she was five. She was turning seven next week. She couldn't remember a thing from when she was five.
"Corbett, why did your parents leave you here?" Mrs. Perkins asked, while putting down the sixth plate full of cookies on the table. Corbett was getting sick from them, but she didn't want to say no. Corbett rolled her eyes. This was the fourth time she asked it.
"They're not my parents. My parents died when I was five."
"How old are you now then?"
"I'm six, almost seven."
"Well, a fine young lady you are!" Mr. Perkins exclaimed. Corbett rolled her eyes again. She just hoped Mark would get her out of here soon, she hated it here.
"No, you should've bought that picture!" Amanda laughed, and opened the door.
"No, I already told you, that picture was ugly! I wasn't The Hoff on that picture, I was just some Hoff..." He groaned. Amanda rolled her eyes. Again, he was being childish. He always was, she was used to it, but it kept annoying her.
"Sure... I'll go get Corbett, you go get Paige? And come back this time without ice-cream, will you?" Amanda hissed, but smiled. The last time Mark needed to get Paige, he came back with a lot of ice-cream, but he forgot to get Paige. She laughed.
"Whazzup, Mandy?" Mark asked, in an attempt to sound cool.
"Nothing." Amanda rolled her eyes. She got her cell phone and walked out of the house. She couldn't wait to tell Corbett what had happened this morning. She knocked on the door. After a few minutes, Amanda figured the Perkins weren't quick because they were old, Mrs. Perkins opened it.
"O, hello! And you are?" Mrs. Perkins asked, confused.
"I'm Amanda Young, I'm the mother of Corbett." Mrs. Perkins was even more confused than before.
"No, you're not. Corbett's parents died when she was six." Mrs. Perkins looked suspiciously.
"Manda!" Corbett came running past Mrs. Perkins and ran into Amandas arms.
"Hi Corbett! Are you coming home? Or do you want to stay here a little-"
"NO! No, I'm coming with you!" Amanda smiled. Corbett was so subtle in such things. Amanda immediately knew Corbett didn't liked it at the Perkins. Not that they would ever notice it, they were too sweet to notice.
"Alright, alright!" Amanda laughed. She walked over to Mrs. Perkins. "Thank you, Mrs. Perkins, here's the twenty dollars you asked." And she gave the money.
"You're welcome, Mrs. Hoffman." Mrs. Perkins replied. Corbett chuckled.
"Silly Mrs. Perkins! Amanda and Mark are not married, so Amanda is not Mrs. Hoffman! Hihi!", and she ran away. Mrs. Perkins looked at Amanda.
"O, I'm sorry, I assumed you and Mr. Hoffman were married and-"
"It's okay, Mrs. Perkins, it doesn't matter." Amanda said.
"O, come, call me Aggie!" Mrs. Perkins exclaimed.
"Oh, okay, sorry, Aggie. Anyway, thanks for taking care of Corbett for today!" Mrs. Perkins nodded and closed the door. Amanda turned around. That was strange, Amanda thought. She followed Corbett.
"Corbett, not so quick! Wait for me!" Corbett chuckled.
"Where's Mark? And where's Paige?" Corbett asked when they got into the house.
"Paige is at the daycare, and Mark is picking her up."
"Okay. Mandy?" Corbett sat down on the couch. Amanda looked up.
"Yes?" Amanda looked at Corbett, who patted the seat next to her on the couch. Amanda smiled. She walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Mark said he wanted to ask you something when he dropped me at the Perkins. What was that?" Corbett asked, innocently. Amanda smiled at her. Corbett was a real girly-girl. She always talked about princesses and weddings, and always wanted to wear pink, and even asked if she could join ballet. Amanda never understood being a real girly-girl. She never was a real girl. She always talked about football and was always dirty. Her mother sometimes called her a boy, but she knew she wasn't.
"Well, it was something you wanted as well. Mark proposed to me." Corbett's eyes widened.
"Really? Can I be your maid of honor?" Amanda smiled. That was exactly the reaction she thought she would hear from Corbett.
"I think so." Corbett screamed.
"Yay! I got to tell Mark! I got to get a dress!" And she ran away upstairs. Amanda laughed.
"Corbett, Mark's not home yet!"
"Oh yeah?" Someone said behind her. She turned around, and saw it was Mark, holding Paige. He kissed her.
"What did Corbett wanted to tell me?" He gave Paige to Amanda.
"Well, ask her yourself, she's upstairs."
"Okay! Do you need something?" She shook her head. He ran upstairs. She kissed Paige on her forehead.
"I hope you become less insane then those two." She smiled. She ran upstairs, into Paige's room. Suddenly, Corbett screamed. Amanda laid Paige in her bed, and ran over to where it came from, Corbett's room.
"Corbett, are you okay?" Amanda screamed as she ran into Corbett's room. She saw Mark sitting on Corbett's bed, and Corbett jumping on the floor, throwing clothes everywhere.
"Calm down, Manda, everything's alright. Corbett wanted me to stay here, because she wanted to pick a dress for the wedding." Mark said with a smile. Amanda sighed out of relief.
"Thank god... Corbett, will you not do that again?" Amanda murmured and walked back to Paige's room.
"Okay!" Corbett exclaimed from out of her room, and started talking and laughing with Mark. Amanda sighed. She laid down on her bed, and closed her eyes.
A/N: So I revealed I'm from The Netherlands... So that explains my bad English! Don't go blaming me, I'm also sorry for myself I wasn't born in the USA or England or Australia... So...
Anyway, this was my thirth chapter! I didn't really thought it would be so long... And maybe now it get's a little boring... But that explains the 'Family' in the search options! Next chapter will be up soon!
(Btw, I'm in France, and I have to walk over the entire camping site to get to the pub and there, they have WIFI. Too bad I'm not allowed to do that quite often...)
Unneeded information: I was just adoring one of the most insane creatures of the world, Leigh Whannell, and ended at the Wikipedia site of Insidious. Now, I already watched that movie (really, you have to watch it, it's insane!), and now I found out one of the actresses in that movie, to be precise, she was Nurse Adelle / Doll Girl #2, was named Corbett Tuck. I laughed my ass of! Because of Corbett, no need to explain that if you're reading my story, and Tuck, because of the last name of Jill in Saw! Hehe :).