Warning: Rated T. None.

A/N: Thanks again for all of you who have spent time out of your days to read this story. I hope you have enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it for you.

Enjoy the final chapter! :)

Epilogue

Lexie

One year later…

Purple had always been my favorite color. That was until I was dawned with my very own pair of dark navy-blue scrubs. All of the hard days, nights, and time spent studying for the boards had paid off. I had arrived. I was an attending. Life couldn't get any better.

"Dr. Sloan."

I turned at the voice behind me and smiled. "Yes?"

The nurse took a step forward. "There is a patient in the waiting area of the ER that is asking for you specifically," she advised.

"Great. I'll be right there."

Mark and I had just celebrated our first anniversary as a married couple, and yet I still couldn't help but smile anytime someone called me Dr. Sloan—which was a given fifty or more—times a day between patients, nurses, and doctors.

After our most recent scare of thinking we were going to lose each other, we had both realized that waiting another two months to walk down the aisle and say our vows wasn't really what either of us wanted. The whole Seattle Grace family had been overjoyed to learn that their Head of Plastics had not perished in the crash. Everyone had been willing to step in and do what they could to finalize all of our wedding plans that week instead of our original date that was two months out.

One thing that we did not compromise on was the fact that we wanted to be married in a church in front of all of our friends. We wanted to experience everything that came with having a wedding. We were both only doing this once after all.

We didn't originally plan on taking a honeymoon since I was in my final year of residency, but after everything we had been through—all of our close calls—I understood that life was too short to continue to put things aside to get to it later. We spent our honeymoon in Hawaii, basking in the sun and beaches while leaving everything having to do with residency and exams, and anything else life throws at us back home.

Another change in our life had been coming back to learn that my sister was pregnant with her and Derek's first child. Their first son was now three months old. Derek Mark Shepherd who was spoiled by everyone here at Seattle Grace, and more importantly by his Auntie Lexie and Uncle Mark. Meredith was due to come back in the next week or so, not quite ready yet to let go of Derek and put him in daycare. She had worried about whether she would be a good mother—considering her own past with Ellis—but motherhood agreed with her and a role she was born to play.

"Hey!"

I smiled seeing the man that I loved more than anything in the world coming down the very hallway coming towards me. "Hey," I said, stopping once we reached each other. "How was surgery?"

He grinned. "Perfect. The cleft palate surgery went off without a hitch. I bet he won't even have a scar."

I leaned in and gave him a kiss. "That's because you're the best," I said once our lips were barely touching.

"I don't know…there's another Sloan that could prove to be a much better doctor than me."

My arms came around his neck and I kissed him. "That is true."

I ended up in choosing my specialty in Plastics. It had come down to plastics or neuro, but considering that most of the cases that Derek worked were terminal, I tended to gravitate more towards the wonderful thing that plastics could do like cleft palate surgeries and more. Plus, I got to work with my extremely sexy and talented hubby day in and day out.

"What's on your schedule for today?" he asked.

As if I just remembered there was a patient waiting for me, I pulled back and reluctantly let Mark go. "Off to see a patient who asked for me."

Mark tried to pull me back in, but I evaded his arms, knowing if he did, I would get distracted all over again. "They can wait."

I grinned. "I'll see you later."

He pouted, but let me go. He knew how important my work was to me. How much my first year as an attending as well as teaching new interns was something I wanted to be good in and wanted to make sure I made a name for myself more than I already had.

"Then I'll see you at home and you can make it up to me later," he said.

I laughed, despite the fact that I was already looking forward to the end of my shift and going home and in fact making it up to him later.

After getting married, there had been a lot of changes outside of Meredith and Derek having their first child. Jackson and April had since gotten engaged and were due to get married in the next three months. April choosing general surgery, and Jackson neurosurgery as their specialties. Jackson had received numerous offers including even offers at Tulane and Mass General. I would have been sad to have seen both of them go, but luckily, they had both decided to stay.

Alex and Jo were still dating and as happy as ever. Unlike April and Jackson and Mark and myself, Alex was a little more gun shy when it came to wanting to take that step and walk down the aisle. Considering that Jo decided to follow her boyfriend into pediatrics as her specialty, the two were content to be dating and working together side by side like Mark and I did each and every day.

Mark's best friend Callie and Alex's boss Arizona had fallen in love. Shortly after Mark and I married, they were next to join the couples of holy matrimony and were even thinking about adopting children in the near future. They had baby fever after seeing Meredith and Derek's little one.

Owen and Cristina were still dancing around each other. Anyone with two good eyes could see that the two of them cared about each other immensely, but with Cristina's lack in wanting to be a mother—even though when she held Derek, she was good at it—wanting kids was something Owen always dreamed about. For now, those two were at an impasse, unless one of them was going to cross into the other's camp.

The most surprising change of all, had been with my resident and good friend George. Even as the rest of us progressed and was finding our way in our specialty, George always struggled and felt like he didn't really belong. After talking with Owen about Owen's time in the Army as a trauma medic, George had up and told everyone of his decision that he was going to join the army. We had all been dead set against the idea—it was George—but it ended up be the best thing for him. He was happy and he was doing wonderful things and saving lives. He had yet to come back to visit, but he was due a break soon, and at least he was still sending frequent letters so we knew what he was up too.

I made my way over to the waiting room area, my lips forming into a smile when I saw who it was that was sitting there waiting for me.

"Andrew?"

"Dr. Lexie Sloan," he greeted, standing up and coming over to wrap me into a warm hug.

After the last time I had one of his very cryptic readings, I had purposely set out to find him and let him know that all was well between Mark and I and made sure he would attend our wedding. He had become a constant fixture in both Mark and our lives, and generally I always enjoyed when he stopped by for an unexpected visit. As long as it wasn't anymore bad news he was delivering.

"It's good to see you," I said, once I pulled back from our hug.

"You as well, my dear. Married life agrees with you."

I smiled. "It does."

"Congrats on your attending status. I have on good authority that you will make an excellent doctor. Especially if you are anything like your husband," he beamed.

"Is that a reading?"

He laughed. "No. That's from me."

"It's good to see you. What brings you by?" I asked.

He let out a sigh. "I got an interesting premonition/message for you," he said.

I looked up at him hesitantly. "I don't really know if I want to hear it," I replied honestly.

One thing I knew when it came to Andrew was that you never knew what you were going to get. The last time I had seen him after our wedding was six months ago. He had come to deliver me a message about my father. I hadn't heard from him since he had left, but Andrew wanted to let me know that he was doing ok. That he was still dealing with his grief, that he was still trying to find his strength, but that for now, he was doing ok.

I still hated the way things were left between my father and I, but I realized that I couldn't make him change. I couldn't sit around and wait for him to understand what he has and what he lost by walking away. It was some small semblance of comfort to know that he was still alive and that the light somewhere inside hadn't fully burned out just yet.

Andrew pulled me aside until we were in a smaller alcove off to the side. "I think this news, my dear, you will want to hear."

"Oh?"

"Remember back to your first day on your residency? You were so nervous because of all of the firsts that you were going to encounter that day?"

"How did you…" I shook my head and let the words trailed off. The man truly had a gift. "Yes, I remember," I conceded.

Andrew smiled. "Remember how even though you were nervous and scared what those firsts would bring, they all worked out for you in the end? You and Meredith are close, you are married to the love of your life, and you are already making a name for yourself as a doctor."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Did Mark put you up to this?"

He laughed. "No, my dear sweet Lexie. This is a gift from me to you."

My brows creased. "What gift?"

"That to once again trust this first. You're going to make a wonderful mother."

My mouth fell open. "I'm going to what?"

Andrew just grinned. "Christopher. It's a wonderful name. A nice dedication to the man that was willing to take a boy with no mother and father and raise him as his own."

I stood there in shock. Not because Andrew was referencing Derek's father who had taken Mark in after his mother died and his father left, but because Christopher had been the name of the little boy in my dream when I had been injured in the ER explosion.

"Are you saying…am I pregnant?"

Andrew's only response had been to offer me a smile at that question before he added. "You're going to fall for him just as hard, if not harder, then your dear husband my dear."

My hands instinctively went to my stomach. "That dream…it wasn't a dream, was it?" I asked, looking up to Andrew for some sort of confirmation.

"All you have to do is just believe my dear, and all of your dreams can come true," he said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug before placing a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Andrew."

He pulled back. "I think my work here is done." He squeezed my hand. "Your happily ever after now awaits. Enjoy."

"I will," I assured. "I will."

The End.