A/N: Sorry it took so long. I have no internet at home, and the characters wouldn't cooperate. As always, I don't own a thing.
"I don't remember sleeping with him," Meredith muttered to no one in particular, thinking the room was empty.
"Of course you don't," Callie interrupted as she moved about checking on vitals and looking at the x-rays some more. "You were drunk off your ass."
"He didn't walk away," the blond defended herself.
"I'm not saying it's your fault, Meredith. Lord knows Mark should have stopped things. But you had to have known that h-"
The door opened then, causing them both to turn and find themselves faced with the man they were just discussing. Meredith bit her lip as she pulled the thick cover up higher, folding her arms against her chest as Callie looked between them both.
"I'll just.. go. I'll be back in a few to get you, Meredith." She crossed the room quickly, squeezing by Mark and closing the door behind her.
The room was met with silence, neither of the two occupants knowing what to say or where to begin. How did one bring up the fact that they were pregnant with the other's child and had been told by a dead person? It wasn't exactly every day conversation.
"The baby okay?" Mark finally asked, moving to sit next to the bed.
"Alex found the heartbeat," she nodded, not looking in his direction. "I still need to schedule an appointment to have a full check up."
He nodded slowly for a moment as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes finding focus on her vitals. "That's good.."
Meredith turned to look at him, her question forgotten as she got a good look at his rapidly bruising face. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Derek," he answered as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
"He hit you?" She moved to try to push herself up, whimpering quietly as she sighed and motioned for him to move closer.
"Yang apparently told him you were pregnant." He moved forward obediently, bending down a bit so she could get a better look.
"At least you don't need stitches this time," she murmured as she pressed against the bruising area gently, hiding a smile as he jerked back from her touch. "You should probably put some ice on it, though."
"I'll go find me some in a bit," he promised as he sat back in the chair. "When did you find out?"
"Earlier," she replied vaguely as she tugged the cover up farther. She was freezing for some reason.
"And yet you still jumped in front of a dangerous patient."
"I didn't know when I did that."
"You've been unconscious since then," he frowned slightly, studying her. "Did you hit your head?"
"No, I didn't hit my head." She rolled her eyes before sighing softly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, anyways."
"Try me," he smirked.
"My mom told me." She said seriously, keeping her eyes locked with his as she tried to determine whether or not he would really believe her. She knew it sounded completely crazy; her mother was dead, had been for a while now. How was she even going to explain this one?
"Your mom? The dead one?" He raised his eyebrow at her, rubbing his hands together. "While you were unconscious?"
"Yup," she nodded. "I have conversations with dead people when I get close to dying."
"It sounds like this has happened before," he mused out loud.
"When I drowned, it happened then. That's how I knew my mom had died before anyone told me. I saw her."
Silence swallowed the room as the two stared at each other, Mark obviously debating Meredith's sanity and Meredith debating if she should just lie and say she was kidding. She didn't want to lie to him, though. She didn't want to have to make something up and lie her way around this. She wanted to be able to tell him the truth. Why was that?
"So," he cleared his throat after a few moments. "Your mom told you?"
"It's a girl," she nodded with a smile coming to her face.
"You can't possible know that, you're only two and a half months."
"Want to bet on it?" She smirked, raising her eyebrow as she fidgeted on the spot. Damn hospital beds were so uncomfortable.
"Fifty says it's a boy," he held his hand out for her.
She shook it as she shook her head, "I really hate to take your money.. But I warned you. It's a girl."
The two stared at each other for a moment, realizing that they were making bets about their child. Neither one seemed to mind as Meredith laughed and Mark shook his head, each leaning back in their respective seats.
"I should have told you," he said quietly, his eyes focused on the floor.
Meredith frowned, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she ran her good hand through her hair. She knew they needed to have this talk, needed to figure things out but that didn't mean she wanted to. It would be much easier to forgive him, push it all aside and go on with having the baby.. but was it that easy? She swallowed the breath she had been holding, pulling the side of her mouth up into a smile.
"Yeah, you should have but I'm sure you had a good reason for not telling me."
"I knew Derek and you were fighting, I knew that you were so drunk and upset that you would have slept with anyone at that point.. I knew better, I did. I should have told you no. I should have called Karev or Yang or Little Grey and had them take you home. I should've.. I should've done a lot of things," he murmured the last part to himself, studying his hands as he turned them over in his lap.
"Then why did you?" Her voice caught, making her nose scrunch up. Damn it. She didn't care what his answer was, she didn't care if he said he was drunk too and she was just another warm body to lay down with. She did not care, absolutely did not. This was Mark; just because his baby was growing in her stomach didn't mean a damn thing.
"I-" His response was cut off by the door opening as Callie stepped in, shortly followed by Bailey and Alex, causing both their heads to swing towards the door.
"Sorry, Grey, got to get this show on the road or you'll be bumped until late tomorrow." Callie gave them both an apologetic grin as Alex moved around the women, going over to Meredith and adjusting the fetal monitor as he looked at the printouts.
"We're good here," he told Callie.
"Right," Mark mumbled as he stood up and moved to the side, his eyes finding Meredith's. "We'll finish this when you're done."
"Okay," the blonde murmured as she glanced up at Alex. "Let's get this over with."
"If you need an extra set of hands grab Avery," Bailey told Callie as they unlocked the wheels, starting to move the bed out of the room.
"Don't hurt him, Miranda," Callie warned as they left the room, giving the older doctor a look before glancing briefly at Mark.
"I won't. Much."