I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I haven't updated in forever, and I feel really bad. Life has just gotten in the way, plus everytime I go on here to write/update, I find something to read. Thank you all for all of your reviews, I really appreciate it. By the way, I own nothing
Chapter 3
Mark was silent for a long moment, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that Meredith was pregnant. He wanted to ask the question he had been longing to ask, whether the baby was his or not. He assumed it was, after all he had always been the manwhore. But Meredith hadn't been all that innocent. Before she had met Derek she had had a string of one-night stands after long nights with tequila. She easily could have done that when in Seattle. It was what Mark had done when she had left him, trying to fill the void of an empty bed. He felt guilty, but he had pushed the guilt down, down and down further, and had just kept sleeping with random women for the three weeks he had been alone in New York.
Mark Sloan always knew he was not father material. Many, many people had told him so. His parents had, his cousins had, his friends had, even his one-night stands had. And Meredith? Well, Derek had always believed that Mark would make a crappy father, and Meredith had seemed to agree. Which was why she was on the pill, to make sure that Mark would not have to deal with the fact that he would be a terrible father. And now, something strange had happened, and she was pregnant. And he was contemplating asking her whose baby it was. But she beat him to the punch.
"Would you like to say something? I just told you I was pregnant. I think it's your turn."
"I thought you were on the pill," Mark said. He didn't know what to say, but it obviously wasn't the answer Meredith was looking for.
"Yeah…" she answered slowly. "But apparently it has its flaws."
"Is it mine?" He couldn't stop the words from spewing out of his mouth. He instantly regretted it, but he had to ask. For the last five minutes it had been all he could think about.
"It's yours. Do you really think that low of me? That I would sleep with other men so soon after my relationship with you? Mark, I haven't slept with another man in five years. I wouldn't remember how to pick up a man at a bar," she chuckled wryly then suddenly stopped as realization dawned on her. "You've slept with other women in the last three weeks." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, an accusation that hurt her. And she could see it in his eyes that he had, that she was right on the money.
"Meredith…" he began.
"No…just….no I can't look at you right now." And Meredith fled the room, leaving Mark standing there in an empty exam room, with curious doctors and nurses wondering what the hell just happened.
Meredith avoided Mark for the rest of the day. Somehow she knew that he had slept with other women in New York before she saw it on his face. But it didn't hurt any less. She knew that they would have to talk at some point because he was the father of her child, and her unborn child didn't deserve to grow up without a father, no matter how much of a bastard the father was. Meredith was lost in her own thoughts, and without realizing it, she ran directly into the last person she wanted to see, Mark.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" Meredith began, then she looked up and saw that she had run into Mark, and her features quickly hardened. "Oh, it was just you." She tried to push past him, but he grabbed her arm.
"Meredith, I slept with those other women because I didn't know how to deal with you leaving me. I thought I was never going to see you again. Mer, please, I still love you."
Meredith's eyes filled with tears as she looked up at Mark. "I don't know how to love you anymore," and she saw his face fall.
"Please, we have to talk, I want to be in our child's life, Meredith…" he called after her as she began to walk away.
She suddenly spun towards him and came close into his face. "Mark, you couldn't be a good husband. How the hell do you think you are going to be a good father?" With that, she turned abruptly and left towards her car, tears silently streaming down her face.
Mark watched her leave, knowing that following her would only make things worse. Her words had hurt him, deeply. He assumed she thought he wouldn't make a good father, but hearing her say it made hurt him to the core. He missed her, more than he wanted to let on.
A small snort caused him to break from watching Meredith, and he turned, his arrogant, cocky exterior immediately back in place. No matter what was going on in his personal life, he was still a plastic surgeon, and a damn good one at that. When he turned, he saw that the snort came from an Asian woman with curly black hair. One look at her white lab coat told him that she was a doctor here, and that her name was Dr. Cristina Yang. His first impression was that of disgust, because obviously she was laughing at him.
"What?" he asked brusquely.
"What the hell did you do to her?" she asked incredulously, still chuckling a little to herself.
"Excuse me?" Mark Sloan was not used to people, especially women, laughing at him.
"Well, these last few weeks she has been one of the toughest surgeons I have seen. But she won't speak your name, and she falls into a puddle of hormonal tears when she sees you," Cristina replied.
"It's none of your business."
"Well," Cristina began, softening a little because of the man in front of her, a man who obviously loved Meredith, but was trying to hide it, "you should know she hasn't taken off her rings yet." Mark, who had averted his eyes, turned his head quickly to look at her, eyes conveying disbelief. Then he crumpled, his cocky, sexy, arrogant exterior gone again, and dejected, he sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.
"How do I fix this?"
"Well, I don't know what you did…"
"I slept with another woman," Mark interrupted. "And she just found out that I have been sleeping with other women since she left New York."
"You are an idiot."
"Yeah" he sighed, "I know".
"I don't know what to tell you. But I can tell you she is she is in room 625 at the Archfield Hotel"
Mark's eyes raised from his shoes, which he had been looking at after her blunt statement that he was an idiot. "Thank you," he said sincerely.
"Yeah, well, don't expect it to happen often…and don't tell her I told you where she lives."
The moment was awkward now, as neither knew what to say to the other. Mark finally broke the silence, "Well, I had better go to see the chief about the details of my transfer."
Cristina looked surprised. "You're here for good now?"
"Yeah," Mark replied, his cocky exterior back again, "So now you can see my sexy face every day."
"Don't flatter yourself Sloan," Cristina replied and headed off, back to the Surgical floor to browbeat some interns.
Mark watched her walk away before turning towards the chief's office.
So, I know you probably all hate Mark right now, and he is an idiot. But this story is still going to be MerMark. Thank you again for your patience, and hopefully the next update won't be as long in coming. Senior year in high school is kind of crazy. So, once again, I'm sorry and I'll try to move the next update along.
