I am extremely glad to hear that some of you liked the way I handled Mark finding out about the pregnancy. Honestly, the way I wrote it made me a little nervous about what you guys would think. So thank you! : )

Lexie dragged out of bed, carrying her seemingly heavy body into the kitchen, grabbing the blanket draped over the couch and wrapping it around her body. Mark was sitting at the kitchen bar, sipping at his cup of coffee while reading the newspaper.

"Good morning. How's my girl?" He asked, leaning over and placing a small kiss on her lips as she took the seat next to him.

"Okay." She answered. "I'm just tired all the time lately."

"Are you cold?" He asked, gesturing to the blanket.

"Just chilled. It's kind of drafty in here."

"Want me to warm you up?" He asked seductively.

Lexie just groaned and slid off her stool, making her to the couch and flopping down on it, face first.

"Honey?" Mark asked, walking over to the couch. "Are you okay?"

He heard a muffled "mm-hm" come from under her.

"I have a rhinoplasty in an hour. Are you on call?" He asked.

"No." She replied.

"Okay." He kissed the top of her head and patted her on the back. "I'll see you tonight."

"What do you mean 'weird'?" Derek asked as he walked with his best friend from the coffee cart.

"Like she is PMS-ing...all the time. I can't catch a break." Mark sighed.

"Has she been to a doctor yet?"

"Yeah. Last week." He replied.

"How far along is she?" Derek inquired.

"Six weeks." Mark ran his hand over his face. "I'm panicking too. Three days ago she bit my head off because she said I looked at her like she was fat. How does someone do that?"

"I'm sure it's just hormones."

"That's what I thought. When I asked her if she was hormonal, it just made things worse."

"Of course it did." Derek laughed. "You don't accuse a hormonal woman of being hormonal."

"Who's hormonal?" Meredith asked, jogging to meet them in the elevator.

"Lexie." Mark and Derek answered at the same time.

"Well, she is housing a tiny person in her body. I think she has earned the right to be a little moody." She giggled as the elevator doors opened.

"Just push through." Derek whispered.

Lexie sat on the living room couch with a small bag of peanut butter cups and the tv remote, flipping through channels. She had already gotten bored to the point of cleaning the bathroom, washing and folding the laundry, and weeding through the months of junk mail that had accumulated on Mark's kitchen counter. She was slowly losing it. She felt a rush of excitement wash over her as her phone began to ring.

"Hello?" She greeted.

"Hey, Mama." Meredith laughed. "I was just finishing up lunch with Cristina and thought I'd check in on you. How are things?"

"Fine." Lexie sighed in exasperation.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm watching Ellen dance around Meredith."

"Huh?" Meredith was confused.

"I am watching daytime tv, I'm gorging myself on chocolate, and I have been peeing every fifteen minutes." Lexie explained.

"Isn't it a little early for the peeing?" She asked.

"I don't know. All I know is it is happening and it's happening now." She sounded completely down. "My body is not my own. My boobs are killing me and Mark called me hormonal."

"Yeah, I heard." Meredith giggled. "Hey, don't be too hard on him."

"I won't."

"And take care of my niece or nephew. I'll call you later."

Later that night, Lexie had ordered pizza and had it ready and waiting when her boyfriend came through the door.

"What's all this?" He asked, when he saw the food on the table.

"I felt bad." She said, taking his coat. "I've been kind of a bitch lately and I'm sorry that you had to deal with it."

"You haven't been that bad." Mark smiled.

"Thank you for lying to me." She smiled back.

"I love you." He softly kissed her.

"I love you, too." Lexie said, placing a hand on her stomach. "We're in this for the long haul now."

"Can you feel anything yet?" He asked, placing his own hand on her abdomen.

"Ummm...not really. I feel nausea and my boobs are like boulders." She explained.

"But no movement at all?" Mark seemed disappointed.

"Honey, I think she is probably about the size of a bean sprout right now, so we're not quite there." Lexie giggled in amusement. She found it amazing how their medical knowledge seemed to go out the window when they thought of their own kid.

"She?" Mark arched an eyebrow.

"I just have a feeling." She smiled, rubbing her stomach. "Mother's intuition or whatever."

"Really?"

"Do you want a boy?" Her eyes widened. "I could be wrong you know."

"No." He stopped her. "I just want a happy, healthy baby. Boy or girl, it doesn't matter."

"I really want a little girl, with eyes just like yours." She smiled at Mark and kissed him sweetly.

"If she is smart, she'll look just like you."

"Oh, stop it." Lexie began to blush. "Oh, there is another ultrasound scheduled for next Wednesday. Are you in?"

"Try and stop me." He grinned.

Lexie sat down and quietly sipped at her water as Mark just watched her.

"What?" She laughed, looking at him weirdly. "What is it?"

"Hey, Lex?" He whispered. "Could you do me a favor? A huge favor?"

"You're right. I forgot extra parmesan. I'll get it." She began to get up.

"No. Sit." He said, causing Lexie to drop back into her seat. "You and I, we've been doing so good here lately, right?"

"Right." Lexie followed, curious where this was going.

"We have been so happy and now, we...we're having a baby, Lexie." He could barely get the words out.

"Mark."

"Let me get this out." He continued. "We are in such a great place, that I need you to do something for me."

"Okay." She nodded.

"Marry me?" He asked.

Lexie just blinked. "No." She sighed.

"What?" Mark looked instantly heartbroken. "Lex-"

"I'm totally kidding." She laughed. "Of course. Yes."

Mark let out the breath he was holding and lightly chuckled.

"So not funny." He said as she hugged him.

"I'm sorry." She said, kissing his face. "It's part of my charm."

"It's part of why I love you."

Okay, big proposal? Check! Read and review, because it makes me giddy! Until next time.