Sorry I haven't written in a while Grey's comes on soon! I'm excited. Here's the next chapter!
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Chapter 7
"Ok, that about does it." Mark said warily as he stood up, and removed his gloves. He ignored the anxious glances that everyone shot towards him as he swiftly exited the room. Mark was close to tears. Not because something went wrong in the surgery, the surgery went perfectly. It couldn't have gone better. Mark was just upset at the situation. He knew only Lexie could cheer him up at a moment like this. He remembered how she always made him feel better.
Mark slammed the door as he walked angrily into his house. He immediately regretted it as he remembered his sleeping children in the next room over. He tossed his coat to the side, and walked into the living room where Lexie was standing with her arms folded across her chest.
"You could at least try to be—" She started to say before she saw the grim look on his face. She immediately uncrossed her arms, and relaxed. She gave him a sad smile before she walked up to him, and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"I love you, Babe." She whispered into his ear. She slowly untangled herself from his embrace, took him by the hand, and led him to their bedroom quietly. When they got there, he pushed her back softly onto the bed, and got on top of her hungrily. He placed heated kissed all over her neck, and she let out a soft moan. He traced the shape of her shoulders. Her collarbone. The top of her blouse. He fumbled clumsily with her buttons, but quickly got them undone. He began to trace the contours of her chest.
Much to his content, she gripped him tighter. Much to his DIScontent, she used that force to push him off of her. He knew somewhere deep down she wouldn't have let it go very far. He rolled over so that he was on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
"You're such a tease." He muttered as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his feet up onto the bed.
"Mark, you know that I had no intention of having sex with you when I brought you in here." She said simply. He sighed.
"Well, what DID you have in mind then, Lex?" He asked slightly upset.
"Come here." She said as she got up from the bed and walked over to the closet. He did as she said, and when she got to the closet, she pulled open the door. She pulled out a small cardboard box, and placed it on the ground. Mark sat down by it, and she kneeled behind him wrapping her arms around his neck. "Open it." She urged. He did, and inside was a small scrapbook that he recognized. Derek had made it.
"How'd you get this, Lexie?" Mark asked, his voice softer than before.
"Derek knew you'd need it sometime." She said. Mark opened the cover, and saw all of the pictures. They were of Mark, and his patients. Before and after shots of people whose lives he had changed forever. The success stories.
"Despite what happened today, Mark, you are amazing at what you do. So many people owe their lives to you. Whatever happened, let it go. Just let it go, Baby." She said. She was running her hands through his hair. He closed his eyes, and saw the face of the man whose face he couldn't get right. The man who couldn't have his face back. The scene changes as Lexie began to move her hands down his back. Up and down, up and down. He saw all of his successful operations. He sighed, content.
"Let it go." She whispered to him. He turned his head around, and looked up at his wife. She leaned down and kissed him softly. "Let it go."
Mark was positive she could help him to feel better. So he made his way down the hallway, and to the elevators so that he could go see his beautiful wife, and new baby, so that his day could get a little better.
Sorry it's short. Just a bit of fluff before you before the show! It's almost on for me so, I have to go. Please review.