"Lex, Look at her," Mark smiles as Lexie softly strokes their child's cheek.
"She' looks so much like you," He murmurs as their child looks up at them with bright curious eyes.
Lexie grins as she cradles their child in her arms.
"Savannah," Lexie murmurs as Mark places a kiss against her forehead.
Their child grips her father's finger. After a sudden miscarriage and finding out, She may not be able to carry children. She has her little angel.
"She's never ever dating," Mark sighs as Lexie laughs.
"M'kay," Lexie mutters.
"I see why Avery has so many of these," Mark jokes.
Lexie lets out a coughing fit as Mark's eyes widen.
"Oh my god, Lex, I didn't mean anytime soon," Mark says placing a hand on her back.
After catching her breath, Lexie softly nods.
"Jesus," Mark mutters.
"Mark, I want kids with you but good lord, We'll enjoy her first," Lexie explains as their child's eyes slowly close.
They watch her small chest rise and fall.
"She has the hands of a surgeon," Mark mentions.
"Our child will pursue whatever she wants to pursue," Lexie says with a glare.
"So you'd let her become a stri-"
"Shut up and let her sleep, we have eighteen more years to worry about it, for now, The only thing she wants to pursue is sleeping," Lexie whispers stroking her daughter's cheek.