A/N: I didnt know how to fit this in the story but Sloan moved back to New York to ber with her mom.
Before the birth of Christopher Riley Sloan, Mark had never held a baby. He had never felt the love so pure and unconditional. It wasn't an easy feeling to get over, he felt it every time he looked into his son's eyes. He refused to let anyone else take care of him. Mark Sloan who had never even seen a diaper was the one to tend to every diaper change. Mark Sloan only held bottles that contained alcohol in them, now he held a bottle of formula steadily in the baby's mouth.
He looked up from the baby when the door to his office opened and Addison stepped inside, letting the door close behind her as she approached him and looked down at the baby in his arms. "How's he doing?" she asked, watching as he put his hand over Mark's and grasped his finger tightly.
"He's good. He got up from his nap, I changed his diaper and now I'm feeding him." Mark answered. "What happen at the hospital? What consult did Charlotte need?"
"Nothing too hard. Just c-section at 29 weeks, then I had to make sure the baby would be able to survive."
"Honey, I can assure you that you are the only one on the face of this earth that would call that an easy task. To everyone else I'd say that's considered a miracle."
"You're not too bad yourself. I seem to recall an article about a face transplant. I think people would be a little more impressed with that."
"You wanna know what's impressive? The fact that Christopher's diaper weighed more than him." Mark exclaimed. "He doesn't even eat anything and he shit enough for a fucking elephant!"
"You weighed it?" Addison asked with a disgusted face. "Most people would dispose of massive quantities of shit right away."
"I didn't weigh it! Do I look that bored with my life?" he answered. "I'm just assuming because I felt like I was lifting weights on my way to the trash...It's not even breast milk, it's power and water. How much shit could powder and water result to?"
"Can we please stop discussing fecal matter?" she asked, smiling as he removed the bottle from the baby's mouth. She took her from him, and held him against his chest to burp him, her hand gently patting his back.
"You have no idea who gorgous you look right at this very second." Mark said, getting up to kiss her. She was glowing, literally radiating with happiness. Just as his lips got closer to hersthey baby coughed something up. Mark drew back look at the vomit on her shoulder in utter shock. "Ew."
"Still think I look gorgous?" she asked sarcastically, handing the baby off to him then staring at her shoulder in disgust. "Chanel, Mark... I paid seventeen hundred dollars of this jacket." she whined as she took it off.
"Yes, I do still think you're gorgous. What's hotter than a woman with baby spit up on her shoulder?" He replied. "Don't worry, I'll take it to a dry cleaner and it'll be fine. And I'm exhausted, can we please go home?" he begged.
Addison nodded, "Glad you asked."
"I can't wait to see your face!" he answered.
She raised her brow, skeptically. He grabbed his jacket from the hook on the wall and gave it to her to put on. His Armani sweater would keep him warm enough but her Dolce and Gabana dress wouldn't. She slipped her arms into the jacket and took the baby from him. He slipped his hand around her waist and led her toward the car.
Mark took Christopher upstairs to change him, while Addison poured two flutes half full of champaige and took it outside. She sat on a lounge chair, facing the water. A few minutes later Mark came back down, their son dressed in a warm pair of blue footsie pajamas. He handed her off to his mother and took one of the glasses from her. He kept a watchful eye over his son to make sure he didn't take the object in his hand to his mouth.
"So why did we need champagne instead of wine?" she asked.
"I don't know, I more in the mood for this." he answered. "Do you mind? If you want wine..."
"No." she interrupted. "It's fine...It's Don Parrion, Mark. I'm not complaining." she assured, looking down at the 6 month old baby sitting on her lap with something hidden in his tiny palm. Mark watched her opening his hand to retrieve a ring. She looked up in shock, unsure of what was going on.
"I asked for your son for your hand in marriage. He seemed very enthusiastic about the idea. He helped me choose the ring and all." he explained, as he got down on one knee and placed took her hand. "I wish he could talk because he'd come up with a better proposal speach than I would. I love you, I don't know how to show you. I don't know how to tell you exactly how much I love you. We've always been meant to be together since the second we laid eyes on one another. Will you marry me?"
She sat there silently, looking down into his eyes while Christopher bounce bounced around in her arms. He settled quietly again, noticing their silence. He looked from his mother's eyes to his father's and sat quietly on her lap to try to understand what's going on.
"Ask again." Addison whispered with a small smile.
Mark laughed, squeezing her hand tighter. "Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" he rephrased only to see her smile grow. "Don't ask me to ask again because you're torturing me."
"Yes." she finally said, her voice anxious, happy and full of everything Addison used to be.
He got up and leaned into to kiss her lips before he fought his son for possession of the ring. He took Addison's hand and slipped it on her finger. She wrapped his arm around his neck, kissing him again.
"I love you." she whispered before letting him go.
Mark smiled, wiping away a single tear that he would insist wasn't there. Chris continued to stare at shiny rock on his mother's finger. "He is kinda in love with that ring by the way."
"I am too." she replied. "It's perfect."
"Chris chose it. The biggest, shiniest one in the store." Mark explained. "Well not the biggest but the clarity of this was the highest so it was the shiniest. There was one that was bigger but it wasn't flawless. And I needed you to have a ring as perfect as you are." he pecked her lips one last time before sitting down beside her.
Addison turned a little to face him, her son still on her lap. "What if I have a surprise for you too?" she asked.
"Would it involve you being naked?"
"No... well... not really but technically there was some nakedness involved at some point." she answered.
"I'm kind of not sure what that means. So... I need you to either tell me straigh out or give me a more straigh forward hint." Mark replied.
"Would you want to have another baby with me?" she asked.
He wasn't sure where this conversation was going. She couldn't have kids of her own. He didn't say anything, deciding to go along with her. There was no way anything could bring them down tonight. "Ask me again." he responded
"What would you say if I told you that I somehow managed to get pregnant?" she rephrased.
"I'd tell you to stop drinking that champagne." he answered.
"My is that sparkling apple something. I'm finally pregnant, I wouldn't ruin that by drinking." Addison assured.
"You're pregnant?" was the only thing he managed to say, she nodded in responce. "I've never been so proud to have had unprotected sex."
"Yes, quite the accomplishment that was. You managed to impregnante an infertile woman."
"What can I say? I'm magical." he laughed, kissing her loving on her lips. "I can't believe we finally have this... our own family."
"Ask me again, Mark." she pleaded.
"No, you might change your answer. Trust me, I asked twice, you said yes." he replied.
"No! Mark, please." Addie begged. "Ask again."
"Fine." he gave in, again getting down on his knee and holding onto her left hand. "Will you, Addison Adrienne Forbes Montgomery, marry me?"
"And make me ridiculously long name even longer by adding '-Sloan' to it?" she asked hopefully.
"If you ask me again I might consent to that." he answered jokingly.
"You ask me your question again and I'll ask you mine." Addison answered.
"No, Ad, we are gonna stop asking one another to ask again. That was the deal remember?" he replied. "If you doubt that I asked you, look at the ring... it's your proof. And in a few months you can look at you baby bump as proof than you can look at our family as proof. Okay?"
"Okay. No more asking to ask again. But that rule goes into effect right after you ask again."
A lot of reviewers wanted me to add a chapter with them and their baby. So I did... and I couldn't help myself so I had to give them a miracle pregnancy to suit their perfect life.
Thoughts?