Mark woke up early the next morning and threw on a pair of pants and a shirt. He grabbed his wallet and car keys and left out before Callie could wake up. He made it back home forty minutes later and tried to sneak back into the bedroom.

Callie was walking out of the bathroom wearing a red, thigh length robe. She smiled seeing Mark. "Where were you?" "I woke up this morning in the mood for sex." said Callie. She stopped seeing he had flowers in his hand. "Mark, you bought me flowers? How sweet of you."

Mark said "Wait…I missed hot morning sex?" "Come on let's go back to bed." said Mark walking over to her with a smirk on his face.

Callie laughed and said "Too late Sloan." "I've already showered." "You will just have to wait until tonight." "I smell food."

Mark laughed and said "Yes, I stopped off and bought you flowers, I bought breakfast from that diner you like so much, and I picked up one of those baby name books." He walked over kissing her cheek. "Are you hungry?"

Mark said "I bought some ginger ale and crackers in case you can't eat breakfast." "I know you were pretty sick yesterday morning." Mark walked with Callie into the living room and set her breakfast on the coffee table for her.

Callie took the flowers from Mark. "You keep doing things like this and people are going to think you've gone soft." She smirked and kissed him and said "I am going to go and put these flowers into some water. I'll be back in a few minutes." She chuckled to herself and walked into the kitchen looking for a vase. She put some water in the vase and dropped in the flowers and set it on the island in the kitchen. Callie walked back into the living room and had a seat on the couch with Mark.

Mark was already tearing through his breakfast because he had to go to work before Callie did this morning. Mark said "Derek mentioned..telling his mother about us and about the pregnancy. What do you think about that?" "I mean Carolyn Shepherd has always been like a mother to me. For that matter Derek's family has always been my family." "I think I would be screwed up...well more screwed up than I am if it hadn't been for them giving me somewhere normal to go." "I always wanted a family...a real family where people cared about one another."

Callie was eating breakfast and looking at Mark while he talked. She looked at the hurt in his eyes while he talked about family and she saw him for who he really was. Not the hot shot surgeon that was on a mission to bed more women than Hugh Hefner. No, this was a man that had been destroyed by his childhood. He was damaged...and so was Callie and that was why the two of them clicked. They were both damaged and they needed one another. She smiled softly and said "You know if Mrs. Shepherd is your family then you should tell her Mark." "I know you missed out on having a loving family when you were a child..." "But you have me and you have the babies..." said Callie looking at him before going back to eating breakfast.

"Thank you for being so understanding. I think I might give her a call this afternoon and tell her. I don't know how long Derek will be able to hold water." "Speaking of telling parental figures...are you going to tell your parents?"asked Mark. "Or do you want to wait awhile..." Mark finished eating and sat back looking at Callie. "So I bought a baby name book while I was out." "I figured it is never too early to start thinking about names...especially when we have two babies to name." "So two first names and two middle names to come up with."

"Well, I want to tell my parents...don't get me wrong. But the last thing I want is for Carlos and Maria Torres to make a trip here to Seattle." "That is the very last thing I need right now." "They would stress me out...not meaning to...but they would." "Oh and of course you got me pregnant and we aren't married...and I just got divorced from my dear husband George O'Malley...which was a fly by night Vegas marriage that they didn't approve of." "And since I am pregnant they are going to think I should take time off from the hospital which I will not be doing until you have to roll me out of the hospital on my side." said Callie. "Well, I am ready to think of baby names whenever you are." She laughed and said "Just no rhyming names."

Mark laughed listening to Callie ramble on and on. He said "You love your parents, right?" "And they love you...you should tell them Callie before you get much further along. I think it would be hurtful for them to realize that you were keeping something this big from them." "But that is just my opinion; I don't have a good relationship with my parents so I don't really know what a good child would do..." "But...I know that I'd want my children to tell me if something this big was going on in their lives..." "And you are going to have to tell Webber eventually right?"

Callie made a face. "When did you become the logical...responsible one?" She said "Fine...I will call my parents in the next couple of days to let them know." "You do know that when they get a break they will come here to make our lives miserable..." "What time do you have to go to work?" "Yes, I will tell Webber soon..."

"I will be waiting for it babe." Mark looked at his watch and said "I better get up and get a shower. I will see you later at the hospital okay?" He kissed her softly and then got up. He went ad grabbed a shower and then got dressed for work. He came back into the living room. "I will see you later Callie." "I love you baby." He kissed her.

"I love you too Mark." said Callie with a smile.

Mark left the penthouse and drove to the hospital and went to his office. He looked over the information for his first surgery that morning. There was a light knock on his door and then the door opened.

Dr. Richard Webber was standing at the door. "Now, I try to stay out of the personal lives of my attending physicians. Personally, your personal lives are far too complicated. But when an attending assaults and intern in front of me. I can't help but think this might cause problems in the hospital." "So...please tell me that this isn't the case."

Mark said "I am going to be honest with you and you can take as you please and make whatever determinations you feel you need to make." "O'Malley sent a stripper to my penthouse yesterday to seduce me and take pictures of it to break Callie and me up." "Now, that alone is reason enough for me to rearrange his unfortunate face." "But the stress of that event...caused Callie's blood pressure to sky rocket..." "We confirmed yesterday that she is pregnant...11 weeks pregnant with twins." "My children..." "So he didn't just potentially hurt the woman I love...he could have cost me to lose my children."

Richard stood there taking it all in. Sometimes the lives of his staff was more complicated than he cared to know about. "Congratulations on the pregnancy..." "Well, I can't say that I wouldn't have punched him too." "But can I have your assurance that you won't be starting a brawl in the middle of the hospital?" "Let's keep a modicum of decency here."

"You have my word as long as he steers clear of Callie, I will keep my hands to myself." "But then again if he messes with Callie she is bound to break every bone in his body before I get there." said Mark. "We will keep the theatrics to a minimum."

Richard said "Thank you...that is all I am asking for." "I assume that Dr. Torres will be talking to me in the near future about her pregnancy?"

Mark nodded and said "We just found out yesterday but we talked about it this morning and she will definitely be talking to you about it soon." "But she has no intention of lightening here load until absolutely necessary." "You know how Torres can be...she is going to push herself to the limit."

Dr. Webber nodded and said "Alright then." He shook his head and chuckled and left Mark's office.

Mark finished his notes and then left to scrub in for surgery. Mark was in surgery for three hours before he was finally finished. As he walked out of the operating room he spotted Derek walking toward him with determination.

"Mark...I need to talk to you." "Let's go to my office." said Derek leading the way to his office.

Mark followed Derek into his office and closed the door behind him. "What is going on?" "Everything okay?"

"A kid with a broken arm came in looking for you specifically." said Derek. "He wouldn't tell us anything about himself…he said he will only talk to you." "We need to find out who is parents are so that we can get permission for surgery." "Looks like he is going to need a pin put into that broken arm."

Mark said "And he asked for me specifically?" "Maybe he is a former patient or something." "Sure I will talk to the kid.' "Where is he?"

Derek said "He is down in the ER. I called Callie in for a consult." Derek led the way to the ER.

Callie walked over and said "I took a look at the x-rays. He is definitely going to need a pin put in that arm." "We've already given him pain medication which means the surgery will have to be pushed back a few hours. We can't put him under anesthesia with morphine in his system." "The sooner we find out who he is and where his parents are…the better."

Mark said "Alright I will do my best to talk to him and get his information." "Did he come in with any identification?" asked Mark looking to Derek.

Derek shook his head and said "Nothing. He won't even tell us his first name." He opened the curtain and in the bed was a teenage boy. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. "This is Dr. Sloan." "Is this the doctor you were talking about?" asked Derek.

Mark walked into the area. "Hi, I am Dr. Mark Sloan." Mark got a look at the boy's arm. "Your arm is pretty bad off." "We need to get your contact information so that we can call your parents." "We need their permission to conduct the surgery."

The boy looked at Mark and smiled. "Can you get permission from my dad?"

Mark nodded and said "Sure. Your mom and your dad would be good. But just your dad is good." "What is his name and a phone number we can reach him at?"

The boy said "My name is Noah Patrick Sloan. And you're my dad."

Mark stared at the boy with a dumbfounded look. Mark looked over at Derek and then back to the boy. "What makes you think that I am your father?" "Because we have the same last name?" asked Mark.

The boy reached into his pocket with the arm that wasn't broken and pulled out a picture.

Mark took the picture and looked at it. It was a picture of Mark and an old girlfriend Diana Burke. He turned the picture over on the back and saw the caption written there. 'Mark Sloan and Diana Foster. Martha's Vineyard' Mark looked at the year on the picture and then looked at the boy. "How old are you Noah?"

Noah said "I am 14…" "My mom…she always said that she didn't know where you were or how to find you." "But…I heard her tell my step-dad that you were a big shot plastic surgeon now." "So I started searching the internet for you." "And I found you….so I came here to meet you." "I was crossing the street to come into the hospital…and I got hit by a cab." "It doesn't hurt much anymore." said Noah

Mark said "Listen…we need to talk to your mom okay." "We need to do surgery to fix your arm…and I can't give that permission…"

"I can't…she doesn't know that I'm here." "She's going to be so mad." said Noah.

"You know what…I bet she will just be happy to know that you are okay…" said Mark.

Noah paused for a minute and then said "Okay…" He handed Mark his cell phone.

Mark said "Okay…I will be right back." Mark walked out of the ER area and had a seat running a tired hand over his face. He hadn't talked to Diana since that weekend in Martha's Vineyard. They had broken up and she told him that she never wanted to speak to him again. He bit the bullet and looked through the boy's cell phone for Diana's number and then picked up a phone at the nurses' station to call her.

The line picked up and a female answered the phone. "Hello?"

Mark said "Hello, could I speak with Diana Burke?"

"This is Diana Burke. May I ask who is calling?" asked Diana.

Mark said "This is Dr. Mark Sloan from Seattle Grace Hospital. Your son Noah Sloane has been admitted to the hospital." "He was hit by a cab and serious damage was done to his arm." "He is going to need surgery to repair the damage." "We need your permission for that." Mark explained the procedure that would be done.

Diana froze hearing Mark's voice. "I live in Portland, Oregon." "It will be a couple of hours before I can get a sitter and drive up there." "Can I just give my permission over the phone?"

Mark said "Sure, you can do that…" "We will see you when you get here." Mark hung up and then looked to Derek. "We have the go ahead for the surgery…" "So…"

Derek asked "Is he your son?"

Mark said "He could be….he definitely could be."