"Lexie! Lexie!" Mark shouted, his voice raw with fear. He sprinted down the main staircase at Seattle Grace. "Lexie!" His call was hoarse with desperation.
Callie looked up from the computer. "Mark? What's going on? What's wrong?"
"Where's Lexie?! She said to meet me here, she-"
"Mark! There you are." Lexie appeared from behind the nurses' station. "I have to show you something."
"Lexie…" Mark heaved. He was out of breath. He bent over and put his hands on his knees. "Are you… okay…" He panted. "You paged... 911…"
"Mark, I'm fine! I have to show you something!" Lexie looked at him expectantly.
"Oh… kay… don't… ever… do that… again…" Mark's voice broke on the last word.
"Mark." Lexie approached him purposefully. She took his hand off his knee and placed it on her abdomen. "I paged you for this."
Mark froze as he felt a small flutter against the palm of his hand.
"Someone wanted to see their daddy." Lexie grinned. She watched Mark's expression go from one of shock to wonder, and when he laughed giddily (which for Mark Sloan sounded more like a bellow) she joined in. "It started a couple minutes ago. I paged you right away." She put her hand on top of his, feeling his cool metal wedding ring against her palm. She liked the way it felt pressed gently against her belly.
"Lex… that's our baby in there. That's our baby." Mark said, looking into her eyes. "You feel that kick? That's a strong kick. That's a Sloan kick."
Later that day, Lexie sat at a computer, hand on her belly. She began to crave something… what was it? She couldn't place it.
"Barbecue chicken!" She blurted.
"Um… excuse me?"
Lexie swiveled in her chair to see George O'Malley emerge from an exam room. "Sorry! Just a craving…" She chuckled. "This baby's a bit of a carnivore."
George laughed. The world around him seemed to get brighter as she spoke to him. His eyes locked on hers, then on her hair as she wheeled her chair back around. He realized he was grinning like an idiot at the back of her head. He turned to leave.
"Wait! George! Come here, feel!" Lexie called. George spun around rather spastically and Lexie reached out her hand to take his.
As Lexie took his hand and brought it to her belly, George's mind went blank. Her eyes locked on her stomach as she started into some story about her crazy food cravings. George looked up and watched her bangs brush her forehead, watched as her lips split into a radiant smile. At that moment, Lexie was not the only one with a flutter.
