A.N.- Again I am avoiding my homework and writing, but this idea has been stuck in my head since forever. So, I'm going to post this one. Just don't expect regular updates, because I know for a fact that it's somewhat impossible...
Disclaimer: Seriously, you should know this by now... I own absolutely nothing. Seriously.
In Which There Was No Plane Crash, and Mark Realized His Love for Lexie By Himself
At 10 o' clock on the second Sunday of May, Lexie was woken up to the sound of little feet running around the house, padded by footie pajamas followed by a few, bigger footsteps. She smiled to herself, she was so lucky to have such a great family.
Lexie glanced at the familiar picture across the room. It was taken the previous autumn, when the air was just becoming nippy and crisp, but it was still warm. The children were all wearing overalls, standing under a big oak tree near the house with their parents. Reed, named after the resident who was shot, had her hair in pigtails and a bright smile. Percy, also named after one who was shot had messy hair and the same bright smile as Reed. The two three year old twins are really close, and Lexie just hopes that Susan will never feel left out. Named after the grandmother she will never know, but looks exactly like, Susan is the youngest child at age one and a half.
Her thoughts are interrupted as the door to her bedroom flings open, the children leading with Mark in tow. "Happy Mother's Day!" They all scream, and then present to her what Mark was holding. Breakfast. Suddenly Lexie realizes how hungry she is, and she eats while her children are telling her about how they have presents for her waiting downstairs. After she finishes eating, she does down to open the presents. She tells Reed and Percy how much she likes their drawings and clay paperweights that they made, and makes a big deal out of the pipe- cleaner sculpture. She also tries to hide from her children the shivers down her spine that occur when Mark leans over and whispers in her ear that he has another present for her.
The kids practically drag her through the backyard, and into their neighbors', where everyone from the hospital is gathered. The boys quickly go to work manning the barbecue while the children run around and play. The ladies of SGMWH lounge around and just talk, like normal girls and not surgeons.
The food gets passed out, and the little kids start nodding off. By the time they leave, Lexie has a sleeping Susan in her arms, while Mark is carrying Reed. Halfway through the short walk, Percy becomes slower and more tired, so Mark picks him up as well.
When they get home, they put the sleeping children in pajamas, and tuck them in. Then, Mark grabs Lexie by the waist and picks her up as they head into their own bedroom...
A.N.- Oh dear, this is really short... I thought it was much longer than it actually is... At least I'm not making a book out of the A.N. this time... Anyway, now I have to go write a 2- 3 page essay, and I have no thesis... Until next time,
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