+ 6 Weeks

The nurse laughed as Mark handed her the chart he had just signed off.

"I don't know I go and maternity leave and he starts flirting with the nurses again Lucy." Lexie shook her head.

"Hey." Mark turned to see his wife stood behind him. "What are you doing here?" He gave her a quick before taking the baby carrier from her and setting it on the counter.

"Six week check up." She replied.

"And?"

"We're both happy, healthy and good to go."

"I might have to do a thorough inspection myself." He kissed her.

"If you can get your daughter to sleep tonight."

"She didn't sleep." He asked as he unbuckled her.

"She screamed from midnight until gone five when she finally wore herself out. I think she missed you, it's the first night you have been home to put her to bed since she was born."

"I would have been there but...."

"I know nineteen hour surgery, I get it but I don't think she does."

Mark cradled the baby against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder and gently rubbed her back. Lexie smiled she loved watching Mark with her.

"Dr Sloan." A group of interns came up and stopped by him.

"Have you come up with any legitimate suggestions?" Mark asked. "I got stuck trying to diagnose a patient with only these idiots for help."

"Be nice to the interns." Lexie told him. "May I?" She asked.

"Give her the chart and fill her in." Mark instructed.

Lexie scanned through the chart and the test results while they gave her the details.

"He just got back from visiting his sister and her kids?" She asked.

"Yes in Maine." One of the interns replied.

"Do you mind if I go and talk to your patient?" Lexie inquired.

"You have a diagnosis?" Mark looked at her.

"I think so, but I need to talk to him first."

"Go ahead, take them with you."

Lexie leaned over the counter and grabbed two pencils and used them to pin her hair up. She grabbed her hospital ID and clipped in onto her belt and alleviated Mark of his stethoscope.

Mark watched her.

"What? Now I look more like a doctor rather than someone who just walked in off the streets. Come on." She said to the interns.

"Hey." Derek walked up to where Mark was still holding Lucy. "Hey gorgeous. I think she smiled at me."

"It's gas." Mark stated.

"Where's Lexie?"

"Gone to talk to the patient I've been trying to diagnosis with the interns for five hours, who she thinks she knows what's wrong with in the space of five minutes."

"My money is one her."

"Can you and Meredith babysit for a few hours this weekend?"

"Are you working?" Derek asked.

"No. But I've been married six weeks and I'd like to spend a little time alone with my wife."

"Ah... Saturday afternoon work for you?"

"Perfect." Mark agreed.

"Dr Sloan." Mark and Derek turned to where the interns and Lexie had returned. "We're sorry."

"For what?" Mark looked at them and then at Lexie.

"We didn't take a full history."

"What did you miss?"

"Since he didn't have a rash and minor neurological symptoms we didn't think to ask..." One of them started.

"His niece and nephew have the chickenpox." Lexie explained.

"Encephalitis." Derek guessed.

"Chickenpox in the brain." Mark repeated.

"It explains all his symptoms, and he does have one spot on his right little toe."

"What's the diagnostic test for encephalitis Dr Grey?" Derek inquired. "Or is Dr Sloan?"

"I still haven't decided, I'll get back to you. There several tests, Martin is running a blood and urine sample down to the lab because he's never had the chickenpox and I don't want him near Lucy. A CT or MRI which are booked for the next hour, an EEG and a spinal tap which I've never done by myself before. He needs a full neurological exam because his pupils are getting pretty big as the pressure is building, I left Claire with him."

"Swelling in the brain is your area of expertise." Mark handed Derek the chart. "So you get a new patient, some interns and I get to go to lunch with my wife and daughter."

"Fine, but only because she's adorable. Yes you are..." He smiled at Lucy.

"I'll see you on Friday; let me know if you're going to be late." Lexie told Derek.

"Late for what?" Mark questioned.

"Since both you and Meredith are working late on Friday Derek is coming over for dinner to keep Lucy and I company."

"I'll see you on Friday. Let's go." He added to the interns.

Lexie and Mark were chatting when they turned to see Cristina dropping her tray on the table.

"Please tell me you are back." She requested.

"Not for another two weeks." Lexie apologised. "What did they do now?"

"The question would be what didn't they do?"

"Where are they?" Lexie sighed.

"The clinic."

"Are you ok watching Lucy for ten minutes while I go and yell at my interns?"

"You're on maternity leave, they're Yang's problem." Mark pointed out.

"They're my interns and my responsibility." Lexie countered.

"Go."

"She's going to be awake enough to want her bottle soon, remember..."

"I have done this before." Mark reminded her.

"I won't be long." She assured him with a quick kiss.

When she was gone Mark noticed Cristina watching him.

"What?"

"I don't like it."

"What?"

"This domestic side of you. It's creepy." Cristina waved her hand in the air vaguely.

"Get used to it."

"My favourite person." Meredith came over a minute later.

"Nice to see you too." Mark remarked.

"Not you. Hand her over."

"She's asleep." Mark rubbed Lucy's back.

"No she's not." Cristina stated. Lucy's blue eyes were wide open but she was content where she was.

"Fine." He passed his daughter over to her aunt. "I'm going to get her bottle warmed up."

"Where's Lexie?" Meredith asked as she sat down.

"Gone to yell at the interns." Cristina replied as she watched Meredith make goo-goo faces at Lucy. "You're not going to want one of those are you?"

"Not right now. I get to hand her back when she cries."

When Mark got back he found Callie and Arizona cooing over the baby too.

"What is it with women and babies?"

"They're adorably cute." Callie answered.

"It's a survival of the species thing, if they weren't that cute women wouldn't go through the pain." Arizona added. "Especially when they remember that they grow up to be annoying teenagers like my last patient."

It was another fifteen minutes before Lexie got back to find Meredith finishing giving Lucy her bottle.

"Hey." Lexie smiled at the slightly annoyed looked annoyed look on Mark's face.

"Did you yell at them?" Cristina asked.

"Yes. We need to go and see the Chief in half an hour."

"You're on maternity leave." Mark reminded her again.

"So you keep telling me." She sat down. "Being a mother and a Doctor isn't mutually exclusive. I can do both."

"Fine." He huffed.

"Ignore him." Lexie told the others. "You interrupted Daddy daughter time and he's just annoyed. So Meredith are we still on for tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"What's tomorrow?" Mark asked.

"Massages." Meredith replied.

"And who is looking after Lucy?"

"She gets one too. It was a gift I got at the baby shower. By the way we got another wedding gift this morning, which you're going to hate."

When Lexie and Cristina were done with their crisis meeting they were walking back through the halls.

"I hate to ask this but I really need to go to the bathroom. Can you watch Lucy for a minute?"

"I'm not good with babies." Cristina protested.

"I'll be two minutes at most, I can pee really fast."

"Go, but she better not cry."

"Thank you." Lexie set the carrier down before heading to the nearest bathroom. Lexie had only been gone for thirty seconds when Lucy began to cry.

"Be quiet baby." Cristina tried to shush her, when she wouldn't stop Cristina picked her up, she instantly stopped crying. "So you just wanted someone to pick you up."

"Having fun there." Owen walked up to her with a bemused smile.

"I'm not good with kids."

"You seem to be doing ok. Hey Lucy."

Just then Lucy coughed.

"Here hold her. I need to listen to her chest." Cristina passed Lucy to him.

"She's fine." Owen tried to assure her.

"I can't give her back a broken baby."

"Everything ok?" Lexie asked when she came back.

"She was coughing." Cristina explained.

"She's fine. She had her six week check up this morning."

"I told you." Owen handed Lucy back to Cristina. "So I heard you solved Mark's case. Encephalitis from the fact he went to visit is quite impressive."

"I may have missed eight weeks of surgical time but I haven't been slacking off. I've read every book and journal Mark owns all of Derek's and two large boxes from Callie and Arizona. Anything you think I should be reading let me know."

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping? Babies aren't supposed to sleep." Cristina asked.

"She sleeps pretty well. She goes to bed at 7 wakes up at 11.30 has some milk and if Mark puts her back to bed she'll sleep until five. I'm getting more sleep than when I'm working."

"I should get her home. Call me if you have any more problems with the interns."

Two weeks later Lexie was stitching up a gash in a woman's arm.

"Nice sutures." Mark commented over her shoulder.

"It's what I get for being married to a plastic surgeon."

"I'm going to check on Lucy." He kissed her forehead.

The woman who had been laying with her eyes closed as she hated needles opened her eye and looked at Mark.

"You're married to him?"

"Yes." Lexie replied.

"How did you manage to land him?"

"I went to his hotel room and took my clothes off."

"I was seriously asking."

"Unfortunately so was I." Lexie replied. "He's my brother-in-law's best friend. He didn't exactly have the best track record with relationships, but he mellowed a lot since he found I was pregnant and a whole lot more since our daughter was born."

"How old?"

"Eight weeks." Lexie smiled.

"And how long have you been married?"

"Eight weeks."

"You got married then had a baby."

"No the other way round." Lexie admitted. "Lucy was born at 4am and we got married at five in the evening. I figured life was too short to wait. My sister helped me organise the whole thing. There you're done. The nurse will give you wound care instructions and I'll write you a prescription for some mild painkillers, just don't drive while you're taking them."

"Thank you."

"Dr Grey." A nurse stuck her head in the room. "Dr Sloan is on the phone, he says Lucy has a temperature of 98.2 and you should take her home."

"She has a slight cold; her paediatrician says she's fine. Here temperature is normal range. Seriously he's worse than I am."

"But you love it." The nurse smirked.

"Unfortunately. I'll be right there."

THE END

A/N: Don't worry there is an epilogue to follow.