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Chapter 11

Torture. Pure torture. That's what bedrest had become for Lexie. It had been a month and a half since she found out she had to stay in bed for the remainder of her pregnancy and she was slowly losing her mind. She had tried to entertain herself to no avail and she was more than ready to give birth just out of boredom. Lexie turned on the television and flipped through the channels, hoping to run across something mildly interesting. Deciding that she had enough Kardashian related television for one lifetime, she turned it off and picked up her BlackBerry and began to dial.

"Hello?"

"Hey! How is my favorite sister?" Lexie said cheerfully.

"Lexie." Meredith said, not surprised. "I can't entertain you right now."

"Come on, Mer. I am slowly going crazy. That's right, I said it, Baby and I are losing it." Lexie told her.

"Lexie, you are going to be fine. You made it this far. You can do it. I know you can, you just have to be positive."

"What?" she said, confused by the happy words coming out of Meredith's mouth.

"Oh, you know what I mean, Lexie. Look, I have to go. I am really sorry." Meredith said in a hurry.

"Crazy people shouldn't be left alone." Lexie tried.

"I'm sorry."

Lexie groaned as she hung up the phone and tossed it on the nightstand. She wanted to take a shower, she wanted to take a walk, but she knew if she did either, odds were Mark would find out and things would not be pretty. She shifted down in the bed and tried desperately to fall asleep. Every time she got comfortable, the baby would kick, move around, or worst of all push under her ribs causing her to toss and turn. Finally, she gave up all hope of a nap and decided to devote herself to the art of paper airplanes. As she flew one across the room, Mark walked in, taking his shoes off.

"What are you doing?" he said, confused by the paper around the room.

"I have tried everything and I cannot get used to this. I am losing it, Mark. I am going crazy and crazy is not good for me or baby, so we need to fix this."

"How do you propose we fix this?" Mark asked.

"I don't know. That's your job." She told him.

"Lexie-"

"No!" She cut him off. "This is your entire fault! If you had not done this to me then I would be able to work right now, instead of sitting here doing origami while I slowly lose my mind!"

"I don't know what to say."

"Mark. I am so bored. I can't take the bedrest. I am sitting in this apartment by myself day in and day out and I am finding myself slowly going insane." She explained," Can't I just come to work with you?"

"You know you can't do that, Lex." He told her. "But-"

"But what?" she said, clearly disappointed.

"I can talk to the chief and see if he will let me take a leave of absence. I can keep you company. That way if you go crazy, you take me with you." Mark said.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "I don't want to subject you to any torture and trust me, this is torture."

"I'll be right back. I have to call the chief." He told her.

He left the room and Lexie smiled to herself. She had found a good man. Yeah, he was a smart ass, sometimes arrogant, and sometimes extremely overprotective. But he was one of the good ones. She laid back and sighed as she folded yet another paper airplane. She threw it across the room, poking Mark right in the eye as he walked back through the door.

"Ow! Damn it, Grey!"

"Oh, god. Mark, are you okay?" She said, concerned.

"I'm fine. Of course, I might be blinded now." He said.

"Oh don't be dramatic. It was a piece of paper, not a pitchfork." Lexie said.

Mark made his way over to the bed and lay beside her.

"So the chief granted my leave. You are officially stuck with me till after she arrives." He said, rubbing her belly.

"Damn. Suck for me." She said, sarcastically.

"Shut up. You know you are excited." He said. "To get to be with this, all day, every day. You are the luckiest girl right now."

"Oh okay." Lexie answered.

The pair sat in silence for a few minutes just soaking in the moment when Lexie spoke up first.

"Hey Mark?"

"Hmm?" He answered.

"I'm sorry I wasn't very cooperative with the whole bedrest thing before. I just- I didn't want to sit around and become a couch potato. That's just not me. I like to be doing something." Lexie explained.

"I understand, babe. I do, but as long as you realize that a life is now dependent on you." He told her. "Whether or not she gets here safely depends on you."

"I know and I promise not to screw it up." Lexie said, making a cross gesture over her heart.

Mark ordered Chinese food and rented Dear John, more for Lexie than himself. The couple ate and watched the movie in bed. Lexie would swoon at the romance in the movie while Mark made frequent quips about how things like this would never happen in the real world. It didn't matter though. Regardless of their differing opinions, they were together and they were grateful. After the movie, Mark glanced over to find Lexie fast asleep. He cleaned up and turned the light off, before crawling into bed next to her, resting his hands on their baby girl. About three o'clock in the morning, Mark awoke to find Lexie sitting up and holding her abdomen.

"Lexie, what's wrong?"

"I don't want you to panic, but I think I'm in labor." She said.

"Are you sure? How do you know it's not just Braxton Hicks?" Mark asked, his voice dripping with worry.

"Because my water just broke." Lexie stated.

"Okay, come on. We've got to get to the hospital. We need some clothes, your shoes, your jacket- "Mark started rambling.

"Mark."

"Where is the bag we were going to take?" He continued.

"Mark."

"I thought I put it in the closet right here."

"Mark!" Lexie yelled.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm scared." She said.

"I know. Everything will be fine though, okay? I know it. It has to." Mark reassured her.

"No. It's too early. She won't make it." Lexie said, starting to cry.

"Come on, baby. We have to go."

He helped her out of bed and slowly walked her to the car before making their way to the hospital.

"My fiancée is in labor. She is about six weeks early." Mark explained to the admitting clerk.

"Alright. Page OB and let them know we have a preemie on the way." The woman ordered the nurse. "We are going to take her up to Labor and Delivery and get her set up. If you want to follow, we will let you know when you are able to go in with her."

Mark just nodded and followed as they helped Lexie into a wheelchair and walked toward the elevators. As they took Lexie into a room, Mark stayed in the hall. He felt his palms start to sweat and his heart began to race. He pulled out his cell phone and frantically dialed.

"Addison?"

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