Chapter 7

The moment Lexie had walked out of the door to get to her first solo surgery Mark had called the Archfield, booking the hotel room. He wasn't willing to take any chances. She wouldn't be able to wiggle her way out of her promise. He wouldn't let her.

Now he was sitting in the gallery, watching her operate. She was amazing. Calm and efficient. No one would guess that she had been nervous about it in the morning. Not even Bailey found one mistake. He was right. She rocked it.

He waited for her outside the scrub room and when she emerged with a huge grin on her face, he pulled her immediately in his arms, giving her a toe-curling kiss in the middle of the surgical floor, leaving her a little breathless afterwards.

"See, I've told you. Walk in the park." Mark said proudly.

Lexie's cheeks were still flushed from the heated kiss and the adrenaline after completing her first solo surgery was still cursing through her veins. "I think it went okay."

"I'm very proud of you, Dr. Sloan." Mark replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"Thank you, Dr. Sloan." Lexie said, wrapping her hands around his neck. "So what are we gonna do to celebrate?"

"Don't tell me you've already forgotten."

"Did we already make plans? I can't remember what we ..." Lexie suddenly stopped as his smug grin reminded her of their conversation just before the surgery. "What? Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight." Mark said determined. He unwrapped her hands from his neck and turned her around, giving her a slap on her ass. "So be a good wife and go feed yourself before you are coming to me. It's gonna be a rough ride. You'll need your strength."

Mark expected her to get furious with him but she only threw him a wicked smile over her shoulder as she replied with fluttering eye lashes. "Of course, Sir. As you wish. I'll be your servant tonight."

Satisfied with his slack-jawed expression she turned around and walked with swaying hips around the corner, getting already excited thinking of the night ahead of her.


He couldn't believe that he was actually nervous. He was pacing the room, waiting impatiently for her to knock on the door. As he finally heard the knock he rushed to the door and almost yanked it out of its hinges as he jerked it open and he almost stopped breathing as he saw her standing in front of him.

"Oh my God." Mark whispered as his eyes trailed over her body. "You still have the clothes."

Lexie's mouth almost dropped down in surprise. She didn't expect him to remember which clothes she'd worn back then. She'd only put them on to stimulate her own imagination, to give him a proper repeat performance. But she apparently underestimated his memory. He clearly remembered what she'd looked like the first night.

Relying on her photographic memory, she took in a deep breath and started to speak. "You made her speak. Mrs. Patterson. She said hey. She spoke. You made her speak." Lexie suppressed a smile as Mark looked at her with the almost exact same stunned expression on his face as he had all this years ago and she just stepped inside the room like she had done the last time. "I respect you. As a man, as a teacher, as a surgeon. I respect you."

Mark balled his hands into fists, gritting his teeth. He wanted her to do it. But now he was hardly able to restrain himself. He wanted to rip the clothes of her, wanted to feel her skin on his. But she looked at him with love shining in her eyes and he could tell that she loved replaying the scene so he willed himself to stay put but the next words almost knocked the breath out of him despite him knowing them beforehand.

"So teach me." Lexie pulled her coat from her shoulders and Mark slipped into his role so easily that he asked himself how often he really had replayed that scene in his head. That she remembered every single word wasn't a surprise but he also remembered every single word and the knowledge just scared him a little bit. He was so in love with her.

"What are you doing? Don't do that? Stop!" He would actually die if she would stop but he didn't need to worry as Lexie slipped out of her shoes repeating her demand from just a few seconds ago. "Teach me."

Mark turned around and closed the door with trembling hands before he faced her again, the desire for her pulsing through his whole body but he still pushed the next words out, willing to go through with it. "Stop!"

"Teach me."

"We can't do this. You're Little Grey and I promised. And I'm your teacher."

Lexie was surprised that he didn't only remember her clothes but also what he'd said to her, how he'd tried to make her stop and she enjoyed this little play more from minute to minute.

"So, teach me!" She said huskily, pulling her purple sweater over her head.

Mark didn't know why he did it but he turned his head to the ground, covering his eyes with his hand, mimicking almost exactly his reaction from back then, sighing almost defeated. "Oh Lexie!"

"Teach me!" Lexie repeated, pulling the camisole over her head, her stomach clutching almost painfully with anticipation. "Teach me!"

His gaze burned into hers but today there was no struggle in them. He didn't want her to stop. Not today and Lexie licked her lips, her whole body humming with excitement, waiting for his hands to roam over it and Lexie said the words she knew would push him over the edge. "Come on! Am I really so bad?"

"No. I am." Mark rasped and he rushed towards her almost crushing her as he pulled her into his arms, his mouth ravishing hers and she sighed contentedly, melting into his arms, kissing him back with as much passion. She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her up while he was still kissing her deeply as he carried her towards the bed room, intending to make love to his wife all night.


"Lex, what's wrong?"

Lexie was sitting on the couch, hugging her legs against her chest, her chin propped up on her knees, tears streamed down her face and Mark's heart fell into his stomach, expecting the worst.

"Lex!" He dropped down on his knees in front of her, cradling her face. "What happened?"

"I … I … I wanted to surprise you."

"Surprise me? With what?" Mark relaxed slightly, at least she didn't seem to be in immediate danger.

"Something is wrong with me, Mark." Lexie sniffled, wiping away her tears angrily.

"What? Why? Where does it hurt?" Mark scanned her body with his eyes, expecting blood stains somewhere, his heart beating violently in his chest.

Lexie looked into his worried face and suddenly realized that he thought that she was actually hurt. "No, Mark. It's not something like that."

Mark sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap. "Come here!"

Lexie wrapped immediately her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, closing her eyes as his hand stroked over her hair. He didn't know what was wrong but he didn't need to know. All he needed to know was that she was distraught and he needed to calm her down. "Everything is gonna be okay. I love you."

A small burden fell from her shoulders as she heard his soothing voice. Of one thing she was certain. She would not lose him. He would never stop loving her.

"It's just ..."

"What is it?" Mark prodded. "You can tell me everything."

"It's been three months and nothing happened." Lexie said, knowing that he wouldn't understand what she was trying to tell him but she wasn't able to say anything else at the moment.

"Am I supposed to know what you are talking about?" Mark asked, searching his brain for any clues. "I didn't forget an important date, did I?"

"No, you didn't." Lexie smiled shakily.

"So what should have happened over the last three months?"

"One of the tests should have been positive." Lexie whispered.

"What test?"

"The pregnancy test." Lexie said quietly, averting her gaze to the ground, unsure of his reaction.

Mark's heart stopped a beat at her confession, the thought of having a baby with Lexie made his heart swell, so he lifted his hand and pulled her chin up. "I wasn't aware that we were trying."

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

"Lex, three months doesn't mean anything." Mark told her calmly, ignoring his heart beating violently in his chest.

"What if … if I can't have any kids." Lexie spoke hardly audible, slumping into his chest. "What if the crash had done more damage than we thought?"

"Look at me." Mark said urgently, pushing her away from him so that he could look into her eyes. "I love you. You. Unconditionally. I do want kids with you but if we can't have any than we won't have any. All I need in my life is you."

"But I want your babies, Mark. I want them so badly."

"I know. But we shouldn't give up hope so soon. What about you are gonna make an appointment with your OB/GYN and get checked out? You'll feel better afterwards."

"Will you go with me?" Lexie asked him shakily.

"If you want me to. Of course." Mark replied, pulling her back into his embrace.

"I just want you there if there are any bad news."


"There is some scarring that might make it hard for you to conceive." Dr. Harrison told her after he'd finished his exam.

"Can it be removed?" Lexie asked him quietly, her hand tightening around Mark's.

"Yes, we can do surgery." Dr. Harrison said. "But there are a few risks. This decision shouldn't be made lightly."

"Can I have a minute with my wife alone, please?" Mark asked, his eyes glued to Lexie's face.

"Sure, Dr. Sloan."

When the door fell shut behind the doctor Mark said intently. "Lex, look at me." He waited until her eyes met his before he continued. "You are not having any surgery."

"But ..."

"No buts." Mark interrupted her. "Dr. Harrison didn't say it's impossible for us to have a child."

"It's important for me, Mark." Lexie replied "I want to have a child with you."

"But we are not gonna force it, Lexie." Lexie opened her mouth but Mark's grip tightened around her arm and she closed it again without saying anything.

"We won't." Mark added firmly.

"Okay, Mark." Lexie said reluctantly. "One year."

"What do you mean with one year?"

"I'll give your sperms one year to settle against all odds in the hostile environment that is my uterus right now." Mark couldn't help a smirk escaping his lips at Lexie's explanation before he furrowed his eye brows upon hearing the rest. "After that we are talking about the surgery."

"Lexie, I don't want you to have any other surgeries."

"If there is any chance to have your child I will take it, Mark." Lexie saw the fear in his eyes and took his face between her hands. "I love you. I could have had a family with you years ago. But I wasn't ready and I'm not willing to give up on it now. The plane crash isn't gonna take this away from me. I'm not letting it. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I do." Mark said quietly, brushing his lips over hers. "I promise we'll talk about it in one year."


Five months later

Mark entered their house and almost got knocked down by Lexie as she ran towards him, jumping up on him, kissing him frantically.

"Wow." Mark said hoarsely as he was able to speak again, his hands wrapped securely around her to held her in place. "What was that for?"

"I should actually kiss you further down. After all it wasn't your mouth who achieved it."

"Further down?" Mark asked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your little swimmers." Rolling her eyes at his still puzzled expression, she planted another kiss on his mouth before she said. "They've hit the bull's eye. Well, one of them."

"No." Mark couldn't believe it but the big smile on Lexie's face was evidence enough. "They did?"

"They've conquered the hostile environment."

"We are really pregnant?"

"Yes, we are." Lexie smiled happily. "I had an appointment with Dr. Harrison today."

As she saw the disappointment on his face that she hadn't told him about it she quickly added. "I didn't want to get your hopes up. I know the pregnancy tests are almost 100% right. But what if it had turned out to be false nonetheless."

"We are having a baby?" His hand immediately went to her stomach and she put her hand over his.

"Yes, we are having a baby."

"We fell in love despite our differences,

and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created.

For me, love like that has only happened once,

and that's why every minute we spent together

has been seared in my memory.

I'll never forget a single moment of it."

Nicholas Sparks

The End

I might revisit this story and write a sequel sometime down the road. I don't know if I'm gonna write one but I left this story open to give me the opportunity to write it when I want to. :-)

So, thank you to all of you for reading and a special thanks to all my reviewers. Another story is over but I already spent an hour today writing a chapter for my new story (one which I'll use in the middle of the story) and I'm so excited to get started on it. So keep your eyes open for it though I still have to write the first chapter. It's only in my head right now but it's begging to come out. So, see you soon. I hope. :-)