I am really happy to be writing again, I missed writing when I was on my break between stories! Thanks for your awesome reviews, and special thanks to Slexie4eva. Your reviews are always so great and if I ever feel like quitting, or not going on anymore you give me a great review that brings me back up! So, thank you for that.
I'm sorry if my timeline ever gets messed up during any of my stories. I have noticed a couple timeline mistakes I have made so, yeah. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.
Chapter 2
Mark was at the park with Will when he got the frantic call from his wife.
"Hey, Buddy. Let's clean up our stuff really fast. We need to hurry." He said calmly so as to not alarm his child. Will was sad about having to leave, and after muttering a few 'Awe's, he obliged, and rounded up his baseball, and Frisbee stuff. Mark was very discrete about how much he was speeding by distracting Will with music and car games. When they got to the hospital, Will spoke.
"Why are we at your work, Daddy?" He asked his father. Mark knew he had to tell him soon.
"There was a fire, Kiddo. April is hurt. We gotta stay strong for her; do you think you can do that?" Mark was gentle with his words. Will's smile turned into a grimace.
"Is April going to die, like Mommy's April?" Will asked.
"How do you know about Mommy's April, Son?" Mark had no idea how Will could have found out. Of course he would know when he was older; that his mother's best friend died the night he was born. But not when he was six.
"I heard Mommy talking about it to Aunt Meredith." He said simply.
"No, William. April is not going to die like Mommy's April." Will accepted this, and took his father's hand as they made their way inside.
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"Get us a wheelchair, now!" The nice paramedic called out from the ambulance when they arrived in the ambulance bay. Own Hunt rushed over, almost immediately, with a wheelchair in front of him. The paramedic helped Lexie down, and into the chair.
"Alexandra Sloan, age 32. She's gone into pre-term labor as a result of a high-stress situation." He told Owen.
"You always know how to make an entrance, huh Little Grey." He said to her as he wheeled her away, and handed her off to the closest doctor, which happened to be Callie Torres.
"Callie, I can't leave. I need to be with April. She is so scared." Lexie said quietly.
"I'm sorry, but you're in labor. And if you hold this baby in too long, it could be very bad for your child. You need to go now. Especially since the baby is so early." Callie was making sense. Lexie understood why. It didn't make her want to leave her daughter any less, but she knew she had to go.
"Mark doesn't know. He knows April is hurt, and he should be here soon, but he doesn't know the baby is coming." Lexie expressed her thoughts vocally.
"I'll make sure he knows." Callie said as she passed Lexie off to a neonatal specialist. Lexie didn't get to see who she was passed off to, but she put her trust in them anyways. Lexie didn't know where Mark was, but she didn't have time to ask before she was wheeled out of the ER and into a delivery room. There were two nurses that helped her into the bed as the Doctor closed the curtain. When Lexie was settled in, she looked up to see who would be delivering her baby. She didn't expect to be face to face with the red haired woman who was Addison Montgomery.
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When Mark was walking into the emergency room, he came in contact with Owen Hunt, who was taking the burned up body of Hanna back to a trauma room so her wounds could be cleaned and dressed. She was moaning, and crying out due to her chronic pain. She was rushed quickly past Mark and Will, and placed into the room. Owen handed her off to Jackson Avery, and rushed out to go get another incoming stretcher. Mark heard the paramedic shout out to Hunt.
"April Sloan, age 3, severe burns as a result of a house fire, unconscious." He said as he handed her off.
"Oh, God." Mark said as he saw April entering the room.
"Lex, she is almost here. One more push, you can do it, Baby." Mark spoke to his wife as she delivered their second child. Lexie cried out as she pushed one last time.
"And, here she is." The doctor said as he cut the cord, and lifted up the tiny child before them.
"Wow." Mark said at the same time Lexie said, "Jesus." And she fell backwards, resting her head on the pillow behind her.
"Lexie, she is beautiful. So perfect. I've never seen anything so amazing. She has your nose." Mark pointed out. Lexie grinned weakly.
"Yeah, Mark. She is incredible." Lexie said as the nurses took the baby away to clean her up, and weigh the tiny girl that was Mark's daughter.
Mark vividly remembered the first time he and Lexie saw their baby girl. He was forced back to reality when Owen shouted, "Torres, we have a broken arm, we need you to place it."
Mark spoke up. "Owen. Is she going to be ok?" He asked before Owen and Callie could retreat back into the trauma room. Owen nodded.
"She is very injured, and unconscious. But we should be able to fix her up, and she should be fine. We will need to check her lungs for smoke damage, but if things keep progressing the way they are, she should be fine." Mark nodded, and let them go back to help his daughter. Before Callie went into the room, she stopped Mark.
"Uh, Mark. I'm sure you're probably wondering where your wife is right now…" She trailed off. Mark put his hands on her shoulders and just looked her in the eye. "She was so stressed from the fire. She went into an early labor. Addison is here on a retreat, and she is back with Lexie." Mark just continued to stare at her. How could no one tell him this? Meredith came around the corner then.
"Meredith, watch Will." He said as he handed off his son to his sister-in-law. "What room is she in?" He asked Callie.
"546." She said simply. Mark nodded, kissed his son's forehead, and left the ER to go find his wife.
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"Addison. The baby is only 7 month, I can't—" Lexie was cut off by a sharp pain in her abdomen. She cried out, and Addison quickly went over to her.
"Lexie, you can't hold on any longer. It's time." Addison said softly. Lexie had tears running down her cheeks. Addison helped her put her feet up into the stirrups, and went around to the side of the bed. "I know you're scared. I know it's hard without Mark here. I know it's too soon. But this child is coming, whether you're ready or not. I am going to take care of this child, and you and you will be fine." Right as Addison finished speaking, the door flew open, and Mark came in. He rushed over to Lexie's side and took her hand.
"Ok, Lexie. I'm here. You can do this. I know you can. You've done it before, and April was 3 weeks late. This baby will be smaller. You can do it." He spoke softly. He calmed her down, and the tears stopped falling.
"Ok." She said quietly, almost a whisper.
"Ok, Lexie. It's time. Push." Addison said.
And because Mark was there holding her hand, and Lexie felt safe with these two people, she did.
A/N: So, this chapter was basically just filler. I had to get out some boring stuff before the good stuff happened. I struggled a lot writing this, and the writer's block is kicking in. I don't know if I will be able to have the next chapter up by tomorrow, because I am struggling a lot. Reviews and advice on where you think I should go are very welcome, and much needed. Thanks for reading!