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It had been roughly a week since Mark and Lexie discovered their newest addition to their family. Haley's first birthday came and went without a hitch and they knew the next year would be a big one.

"Oh, my God." Lexie said in disgust. "Do you have to eat that?"

"What?" Mark asked with a mouth full of his messy breakfast burrito.

"It smells awful, Mark."

"It smells delicious." He said, holding it out to her across the kitchen counter where Lexie sat on a bar stool. "You want a bite?"

Lexie felt herself gag. "No way, get that out of my face."

Mark laughed at himself.

"I forgot how much I hate being pregnant." She sighed.

"I forgot how much I like you being pregnant." He told her, causing a look of confusion to appear on Lexie's face. "You are so cute with your little belly. I can't wait for that."

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say when you don't have to carry it." She scoffed.

Lexie slowly got up and dragged herself to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Mark asked.

"After the smell of that burrito, it's going to be a matter of minutes before I vomit." She told him.

"I love you." He called after her.

"Mm-hm."

Lexie walked into Seattle Grace Mercy West hospital, nibbling at a granola bar when she saw Callie at the coffee cart, practically flagging down planes to get her attention.

"Hey." Lexie called to her, trying to keep her momentum.

"Hey." She replied, quickly catching up. "So I heard the big news."

"Is there anything he doesn't tell you?"

Callie giggled slightly. "Not really. So are you excited?"

"Clearly not as excited as you are." Lexie snapped.

"Whoa, there. Who peed in your Cheerios?" She asked.

"I'm sorry. I'm just-" She sighed, stopping to turn and look at Callie. "I'm hormonal. I'm hungry, but everything I eat makes me puke. I'm scared at the prospect of having another baby so soon after Haley and I can't tell my husband any of this because he is over-the-moon thrilled. So I'm sorry that I am taking it out on you. You don't deserve it."

"Come here." Callie said, holding her arm out.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Fruit is your new best friend. It is going to give you the nutrients you need, plus it is going to be easier on your stomach, so we are going to find you a nice apple."

"I hate apples." Lexie said.

"Okay, then a nice banana." She told her. "Work with me here, Grey."

Lexie had made it through her first surgery and even managed to hold down the small salad she had for lunch. She was using the last half of her shift to catch up on charts. Most people hated the paperwork part of the job, but she rather enjoyed it. It gave her some time to herself, some peace and quiet, and a chance to hear herself think. She found a nice, quiet supply closet and sat the back corner with a stack of charts on one side of her and a cup of coffee on the other. She had just finished Melinda Gomez's chart when she heard a tapping on the door.

"Yes?" She called out, confused. Who would be knocking on a closet?

"Hey there, gorgeous." Mark appeared in the doorway, walking in and closing the door behind him. "Nurse Lauren said I could find you in here."

"Apparantly, Lauren doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut." Lexie said, closing one chart and moving to another.

Mark whistled. "Wow."

Lexie groaned. "God! What is wrong with me? I'm snapping at everybody. I was rude to Callie this morning, I jumped down Meredith's throat at lunch, and I bit Derek's head off in surgery."

"So is that why you sequestered yourself to the supply closet?" He asked.

Lexie took a sip of her coffee and leaned her head against the wall. "Kinda."

"I see you're hitting the caffiene pretty hard again." Mark said, trying to veil the concern.

"I know you don't want me to have it, but I have had a really bad day and it is the only thing that has helped and hasn't made me want to empty my stomach. Please."

"Okay." He said, taking a seat next to her on the tile floor. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Mark broke it again.

"So you were really snippy?"

"Can we not talk about it, please?" She said, laying her head on his shoulder.

"I'm just saying. That's kind of hot." He said, with a smirk.

Lexie slapped him on the arm. "Shut up."

"Listen, I should probably get home. Mu shift ended a while ago and yours is about to start, right?" Lexie said.

"Yeah." He said. "It is, but if you need-"

"No. It's fine." She said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later."

Mark sighed as the closet door closed. Lexie was trying to be strong and he could see that she was feeling off. He wanted her to know he was there, regardless and that her problems, no matter how big or small, were not unimportant. Mark got up and made his way to his office. He noticed Callie leaving her office down the hall.

"Hey Torres." He called. "You done for the night."

"Yeah. You on the night shift?" She said.

"Oh yeah. It's what I live for." He said, sarcastically.

"You should talk to your wife." She told him.

"I already did. She's having a little bit of an off day. It happens." Mark said.

"Yeah." Callie said with a smile. "She's gonna be fine. She's a little scrapper that one."

"I know. I love that about her." He said.

"Well, I should get out of here." She told him. "Have a good night."

"You too."

"Mark." The cheif greeted, walking by.

"Chief, wait." He said, causing him to turn around. "Look, Lexie is going through some stuff right now and I really think I should be there. Is there anyway we can reschedule-"

"Say no more." Cheif Webber said. "I understand completely. If there is one thing I have learned from Adele it's that you need to be there every second she needs you. So, get out of here."

"Thank you, sir."

Lexie sat on one side of the "L" shaped living room couch, eating ice cream and Haley was sprawled next to her fast asleep with a blanket draped over her. She was watching an old re-run of ER on tv when Mark quietly opened the door.

"That is so not the right way to put in a chest tube." She muttered to herself.

"Talking to yourself?" Mark said, standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing home?" She asked with a mouthful of ice cream.

"My girl had a bad day, she needs me."

She scoffed. "I do not."

"Shut up and come here." He said, holding his arms out.

Lexie placed the ice cream on the coffee table and slowly collapsed in his arms.

"I'm sorry I was such a bitch."

"Nah. You were fine."

"Please." She said. "I was a nightmare."

"Nightmare-ish." He said. "Will you settle for an ish?"

"I'm just nervous. Scared that we are moving too fast."

"We made it through Derek, Alex, and Addison." He said, looking in her eyes. "We are going to be better than ever. And another baby? That's just one more amazing creation. One more thing we did right for all the things we did wrong already."

"Okay." She said, snuggling closer to him. "But if this one is 'nightmare-ish', then it's all yours."

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