~ Beautiful Disaster ~ Chapter 12

Wow, I actually don't have an AN this time. Shocker, I know.


Mark walked into Joe's and up to the bar. He had just come from the police station after giving his statement. It was now three in the morning. He had stayed with Addison as she slept and then taken her down to give her statement first. While he was gone, Seattle Grace hospital had been put back together.

He spotted Meredith and sat next to her. She had already consumed an amazing amount of tequila. He himself was trying to drown out the day in his double scotch single malt, but it wasn't working so well. He watched Meredith hum drunkenly, and smiled at his fellow dirty mistress. She'd had a hard day, they all had, and for once he was glad that she could let it go completely, even by using alcohol. The horrific events of that day were enough to scar anyone. Across the bar, Addison appeared to be drinking away her sorrows too. Mark was worried about her and decided to go over and talk to her in a minute. She only seemed a little shaken by the day's events, but he knew how good of an actress she was. Alex, Izzie, and George sat on one side of her, and Burke and Cristina a few seats down.

"Hey!" Meredith said suddenly.

"What?" Mark was startled from his reverie.

"It's just weird, right, that Addison is drinking water? Especially after the day we had. Everyone else is drunk."

"How do you know she's drinking water?" Mark asked.

"I just saw Joe fill her glass. Hmm . . . do you think she could be pregnant?" Meredith whispered, way too loudly. She remembered Addison throwing up, although she had claimed to have the flu.

Mark froze. He couldn't move. The terrible truth was raining down on him. "I – I don't know," he managed to choke out. Things were falling into place.

"Oh my god, it would suck if it was her dead boyfriend's. Kevin? Is that his name? That would suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck . . . ."

"If she is pregnant, it's not Kevin's. He died six months ago. She would be further along. And just because she's drinking water doesn't mean that she's pregnant." To Mark's relief, Izzie and George came over at that moment and asked Meredith if she wanted a ride. "You go ahead, I'll catch you later," he said.

When she was gone he walked over to Addison. Derek was already there, offering to drive her home.

"Sure, thanks Derek, but I'm not drunk," she said. He nodded and then looked up and saw Mark. Mark was sure he was still wearing the shocked look on his face. Addison was drinking water because she didn't feel like getting drunk tonight, he told himself. There is nothing more to this.

"Hey, Mark, you want a ride too?" Derek asked. Mark agreed numbly. He knew Derek wanted to talk to him, wanted to ask him what was wrong. It could be nothing, he told himself.

Derek drove to their hotel. He asked Addison about New York, and she told him she was leaving in a few days. He heard Derek ask her multiple times if she was okay, and she reassured him every time.

Finally parked outside the hotel. Mark got Addison out of the car.

"I've got her, Derek."

"Okay. Addie, get some sleep, okay?" He kissed her forehead and tucked her hair behind her ears.

"Okay, thanks, Derek. For everything," she said, and he smiled.

"See you tomorrow, man." Mark said, and Derek clapped his shoulder and then got in his car.

Mark pulled Addison's arm around his shoulders and then headed into the hotel.

"Wait, Mark! The front desk always has warm cookies."

Mark stared at her. "Okay," he said, and he went to get some. Why would she be hungry now, unless . . .

He ignored his suspicions and begged some cookies out of the woman at the front desk. He put on his signature Mark Sloan smile, and she gave him extra, although he suspected that might have actually been because of Addison. She looked like a lost child. Her scrubs hung loosely around her, and she clutched the blanket around her shoulders. Her red hair was tangled, and her eyes were big in her pale face. He didn't know why her shirt was wet or whose crocs she was wearing, but she looked a mess.

When they reached her room she took a shower and then curled up in bed. He slowly lay down next to her, and she cuddled up to his side. Her wet hair smelled amazing pressed up against his neck, and she looked so small in the tee-shirt he'd lent her.

"Addison . . ." he started, but she interrupted.

"I'm fine, Mark, really. I don't know why, but I'm fine. I was scared, but not scared for myself. I was scared that other people were going to die."

"I was scared for you. Addison, I was out of my mind. Richard threatened to sedate me. And I wasn't the only one, everyone was worried about you."

She let out a sleepy sigh.

"Addie?"

"Yeah, Mark?"

He opened his mouth to ask why she had been acting strange, why she ate so much and didn't drink alcohol, and why she had had the flu for so long. There were so many little things that added up, and he finally thought he understood. It had taken a drunken Meredith to make him see, but now he was sure. Luckily for Addison, he seriously doubted that Meredith would remember anything in the morning. But he would.

Before he could say anything, however, Addison pulled away from him and sprinted into the bathroom. He heard her throwing up and he settled beside her to hold back her hair. This made her smile.

"Addison, what is up with you?"

Her blue-green eyes met his light blue ones, and she saw that he knew.

"What do you mean, Mark?" She had always been stubborn.

"I didn't know you could get morning sickness at night," he said instead of calling her crap.

"You can get it any time of the day. Most people just get it in the morning."

They sat side by side for a while. Finally Mark faced her. He gently pushed her knees down and put his hand on the slight curve of her stomach.

"Congratulations, possible daddy," she finally whispered. "Your super-sperm got me pregnant."

He just laughed and rubbed her stomach. "So, since this kid was apparently conceived on that night, I'm guessing you don't know which of us is the father."

"No, I don't know. I'm sorry, Mark. I'm sorry that this affects your life and I'm sorry if you, you know, didn't want a baby."

He stared at her until she looked at him. "Addison Forbes Montgomery, I'm going to care for this kid no matter what."

She smiled at him. "Kids."

"What!?"

"Yeah, I'm having twins. And to think I thought I couldn't get pregnant."

Mark sat and absorbed that for a few minutes. Addison was watching him with a worried look on her face, as if she was afraid he was having a heart attack. But he wasn't. He actually felt excited. He put his face close to her stomach. "Hey, Thing One and Thing Two, listen up in there. You be good and don't make your mommy too sick, okay?"

He gently kissed her stomach twice. When he looked up, Addison's face was inches away from his. Without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her lips gently. It was not like the kisses he had just bestowed on her stomach, but it wasn't as sensual he wanted it to be. She kissed him back, but after a minute, he pulled away and kissed her forehead.

He nearly jumped out of his pants when he felt her hand in his pocket. "Where are my cookies? I want my cookies." Addison pouted.

"I don't think you were looking for cookies in there," Mark said, and she smacked him.

"Give me those cookies, Mark. I've pregnant with your McSpawn and it's all your McFault and the least you can do is give me the damn cookies!" He laughed at her frustration.

"Thing One and Thing Two don't like your language," he told her with a grin, and pulled out the cookies from his jacket pocket. She snatched them away from him and began eating immediately. And as he watched her eat, he thought he never saw something more beautiful than Addison on the bathroom floor, pregnant with babies that were hopefully his and wearing his tee shirt, her red hair in disarray and a white bandage on the side of her head. It was in that moment that he knew he loved her and always had and always would. He decided that he would get ready to be a dad. He would read the books and learn to cook and buy a barbeque (Callie had mentioned in passing she wanted someone who barbequed and played catch with kids) and find her a house and paint the nursery. Mark Sloan was finally ready.


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