Hey guys! Sorry it has taken me so long to update! The holidays have been kicking my ass and my writing has fallen to the wayside. I am more excited than ever to get back to this story and I hope to finish working on some ideas for What Is and What Could Have Been as well! Anyway...here you go! Enjoy!

8 days later...

Mark threw the apartment door open and placed the small baby carrier on the couch before rushing back to the door, offering a hand to the brunette who wasn't moving her fastest.

"I'm okay." Lexie chuckled. "Just a little sore."

"I know." He answered, closing the door and helping her to the couch where she took a seat next to her daughter, fast asleep.

She sighed as she stared at her with a smile. "She's perfect."

"Of course she is." Mark laughed, grabbing two bottles of water from the refrigerator. "She gets that from you."

Lexie just scoffed. "I am so far from perfect, Mark. If anyone should know that it's you."

"This." He sat next to her, gesturing to the sleeping infant. "You, me, and Emma. That's perfect."

Lexie slowly unbuckled the sleeping child and lifted her, cradling her in her arms. "So you're the one who has been kicking me all this time, hmm? I never thought you'd get here. I'm going to go put her in her crib."

"I've got it." Mark immediately jumped up, trying to take his daughter. "Let me do it."

"Mark." She said, in a warning tone. "It has been a week. I am fine. I can do this."

"Okay." He sighed in defeat. "I can worry though, okay?"

"Got it." Lexie smirked, walking to the nursery that was set up.

"Mark!" She called from the other room.

"Yeah?" He appeared next to her.

"Look."

"Oh." He said, seeing what she was looking at.

The nursery was completely painted blue. Various sport decals and toy cars and trucks filled the room and covered the walls. The name DANIEL still hung on the wall in wooden block letters.

"What do we do?" Lexie looked horrified.

"It's fine." He rubbed her shoulder. "I'll take all this stuff back and I'll get some new paint. I'll fix it, okay? In the meantime, I can move the crib in our room and she can stay there until it's done."

"Sorry, sweetheart." She whispered.

Later that night, Mark sat next to Lexie on their bed, Emma was propped up on a pillow in front of him, awake and alert.

"Mark." Lexie tried to get his attention as he made faces and played with their baby. "Mark!"

"Yeah." He never looked away from Emma.

"Are you on call tomorrow?" She asked.

"No."

"No?"

"No." He replied.

"What about your surgeries?" She asked.

"I have them covered. I told Owen I needed to be with my family. So, for lack of a better term, I guess this would be paternity leave." Mark laughed.

"I'm kind of impressed right now." Lexie smiled.

"Yeah?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah." She leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips, before placing a kiss on Emma's nose. "She is too cute!"

"I think she looks like you." He told her.

"Those baby blues are not mine, mister." Lexie defended. "She gets those from her daddy, whoever he might be."

"Not funny." He fake laughed.

"I'm kidding." She laid back, gazing at the both of them. "I think she got the best of both of us...are you disappointed though?"

"Disappointed?"

"That she's a girl." She finished.

"Not even a little." He smiled, giving her a pacifier when she started to fuss a little. "I think I would have been happy either way, but a little girl, just like you, it just makes my heart melt."

"Really?" Lexie beamed.

"You are so amazing. The thought of having a miniature version of you...I fell in love all over again." He told her. "And I am holding her now."

"You kind of like her then, huh?"

"I'd give my life for this tiny person." Mark said, seriously. "I'd die for this precious, innocent, beautiful little girl."

"Emma, Daddy loves you." She stroked her cheek. "But Mommy loves you so much too."

"Yeah, kiddo."

"Mark, her eyes are getting heavy. We should try and grab some sleep."

Lexie placed her daughter in the crib across the room and crawled into bed next to Mark. He held her close and breathed in the scent of her hair. His hand on her stomach began to lightly trace the scar from her C-section.

"Does it hurt?" He whispered.

"Only when I think of how and why it had to happen." She admitted. "It was so close, I think I should have just listened to you when you told me to do it."

"It doesn't matter, baby." He kissed her neck. "Your alive and you are here with me and Emma. That's all that matters."

"I love you so much." She said, turning to look at him.

"I love you." He kissed her deeply, holding her as she fell asleep.

The next day, Mark awoke to the empty bed next to him.

Where did she go? He thought to himself before silently reminded himself that he was now a parent to a brand new infant.

Slowly, he dragged his tired and heavy body into the next room, finding his fiance sitting on the couch, flipping through channels and munching on a granola bar. Emma laid in her lap, eyes wide open.

"Lex, what's going on? Do you know what time it is?" He interuppted the light chat.

"Honey, do you know what time it is?" She pointed to the clock on the TiVo.

3:30PM

"Why the hell didn't you wake me?" He asked, shocked.

"Are you kidding me?" Lexie chuckled lightly. "You have been exhausted for days. I figured the least I could do was let you get some rest."

"Did she sleep through the night?" He asked, taking a seat next to her and stroking his daughter's soft cheek.

"No." She replied. "She woke at 2, then again at 4:30, and once more at 6:15. I have been up ever since."

"You should have woken me."

"I'm sorry." She lighty kissed him on the cheek. "Since you are up though, you can watch Emma while I bathe. Is that okay?"

"Yeah." He grinned. "We can have a little talk."

"Okay." She smiled, handing her over to her dad. "I won't be long. There is a bottle in the fridge, just warm it for a few seconds if she starts to get hungry."

"I got it." He answered before Lexie disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Mark stared into his daughter's bright blue eyes and he felt himself swoon. He never realized his heart could swell this much or love so deeply.

"So..." He began speaking. "Boys...That is a big no. Don't talk to them, don't play with them, don't even look at them."

That is all I got so far but I hope that it sufficed. Now that the holidays are over I am hoping to devote more time to this. Thanks again for all the support and the reviews. You rock!