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Lexie Grey had reached her four and a half month mark in her pregnancy and was no longer able to hide her small, but growing baby bump. On one hand, she was relieved. She figured at this point, everyone could figure it out for themselves, instead of having to explain to them why she suddenly had to pee every five minutes. She walked across the catwalk to the Chief of Surgery's office. She was sure it was nothing serious but still, being paged to the Chief's office was never a fun task for anyone. She paused at the door, gained her composure and knocked on the door before opening it.

"You paged me, Dr. Hunt?"

"Yes, Dr. Grey." Owen answered. "Come in and have a seat, please."

She swallowed nervously as she sat down. "Is there something wrong, Chief?"

He paused before proceeding. "I'm not sure how to say this." He sighed. "As you know, Dr. Grey, the hospital has been facing budget cuts. We have had to restructure our finances."

"Wait."

"You're an excellent doctor, but I'm afraid that I've been forced to let you go." Owen finished.

"I...but...what...is it because of the accident? I've been fine!" She began to break down. "I finished physical therapy, I did the counseling."

"That's not it." He tried to console her.

"Is it because I got pregnant?" Lexie started to cry. "I...because I'm pretty sure you can't fire me for that."

"Lexie, I told you. I've been forced to make deep cuts." Owen explained. "I don't want to let anyone go, especially you. But the neurological program has far too many residents and that is where we need the breathing room."

Lexie just looked down.

"I'm very sorry, Dr. Grey." He said, going back to his paperwork.

"Yeah." She paused as she stood up, wiping a tear away. "You seem it."

That evening Lexie sat on the couch, sulking with a pint of ice cream and an incredibly sad movie. She could always count on The Notebook when she needed an incredibly good cry. She heard a clicking in the door and knew who it was. Mark appeared a minute later, wearing a confused look on his face. He hung his trademark leather jacket and walked over to take a seat next to her.

"What happened?" He asked, wiping at her cheek. "You're all red and splotchy. Have you been crying?"

"Just a little." She sniffed, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

"Lex?"

"This movie is really sad." She spoke with a full mouth. "He just wants to love her."

"Lexie." Mark slowly took the ice cream away, placing it on the coffee table in front of them. "What happened?"

Lexie used the sleeve of her sweater to wipe her mouth. "Owen...he said...I got fired, Mark. He fired me today."

"He what?" He rubbed the back of her neck. "Why?"

"He said something about financial restructuring." She sighed. "He said he didn't want to do it."

"But he did it." Mark told her, clearly angry.

"Mark."

"No. I'm going to talk to him." Mark headed to the door.

"Please, don't." Lexie asked, meekly. "Just stay here?"

"You're a surgeon. That's who you are."

"I'll find another hospital." She said simply. "I just...stay with me?"

One Hour Later...

Mark and Lexie laid in their bed next to each other. Mark was texting something on his BlackBerry and Lexie had her shirt up, applying cocoa butter lotion to her belly, something she did every night to, hopefully, prevent stretch marks. Mark finished his text and looked on as Lexie continued to rub her small, but noticably pregnant belly. She stopped when she noticed his gaze on her.

"What?" She asked freezing like a deer caught in headlights.

"Nothing." Mark smiled. "You're just beautiful."

"Stop it." She blushed.

"I'm serious." He placed his phone on the nightstand and turned to face her. "I think pregnancy is beautiful, especially on you."

"You are full of it." She smiled, putting the lotion aside and beginning to pull her shirt down. "Ah!"

"What?" He asked, noticing she grabbed her belly. "Is everything okay?"

"No. I mean, yeah. I just felt it." She said, starting to grin.

"What? It kicked?"

"Kicked, moved, something. I just felt movement." Lexie laughed.

"Really?" He smiled, placing his hand on her stomach. A minute later, he frowned. "I can't feel anything."

"Hold on." She said, lightly tapping one side of her belly. She grabbed Mark's hand and used her own to find the correct spot, before placing his hand where hers had laid. "Right there. Keep your hand there."

She waited, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

"I feel it!" Mark beamed. "I felt it move!"

Lexie giggled as he continued to feel the baby.

"Hey, you." He spoke to her abdomen. "How you doin' in there? That's a strong kick you got there. Us Sloans, we're tough men. You're gonna be a tough man. I'll make sure you become a tough man."

"A tough man?" Lexie looked at him curiously. "How do you know it's a boy?"

"It's just a feeling that I have." Mark asked, giving her a wink.

"Whatever." She smiled, leaning over to hit the light.

"Goodnight, little one." He kissed her belly and retreated to his side of the bed.

Lexie woke to the sound of the shower and immediately rolled over to look at the clock. 4:30am.She sighed with exasperation and tried her best to get comfortable and fall back to sleep. She was a girl who slept best on her stomach. Since she got pregnant, she had to change that, which meant that most nights she spent tossing and turning instead of sleeping.

"Lex, baby." Mark whispered.

"Hmm?" She answered, barely alert. "What's up?"

"I'm heading into the hospital. I have a breast augmentation in an hour." He rubbed her arm as he talked. "I'm gonna talk to Hunt after."

"Mark, I told you not to bother."

"And I told you that I didn't care." He replied. "Get some sleep. I'll call you when I go to lunch."

"Okay." Lexie pushed her hair out of her face. "Have a good day."

"I will. Take care of my mini-me, okay? I love you."

"Love you, too."

Lexie wasn't used to not heading to the hospital or not thinking about medicine. She made breakfast and watched some insipid morning talk show. When boredom hit, she took to cleaning out the refrigerator and collecting the laundry, which she proceeded to wash, dry, and fold. She made the apartment, practically spotless. She was alphabetizing CDs when her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"It's me." Meredith answered. "Mark told me what Hunt did. He's an idiot. We are both going to talk to him later. You are getting your job back."

"Okay." Lexie scoffed, laughing at their determination.

"So, what are you doing with your new found free time?" She asked her little sister.

"I'm losing it. I cleaned, did laundry. The apartment is practically sterile now. You could probably do surgery in here." Lexie said.

Meredith laughed. "Well, that sounds like fun."

"It's insanity, Mer. I'm not contributing anything. I'm scrubbing things around this apartment, and I'm pregnant and...I'm barefoot!"

"So?" She giggled.

"Do you know what that makes me?"

"What?"

"A housewife! I'm a housewife!" She rambled.

"But you're not married." Meredith pointed out.

"I'm having his baby. It's pretty much the same thing." Lexie continued. "You know what I mean."

"I do. I'm just teasing." She laughed. "I have to run. I have a bowel obstruction in five minutes and then I'm heading up with Sloan to yell at Hunt."

"Don't bother." Lexie tried.

"Can't hear you!" Meredith teased. "Take care of my niece!"

Lexie hung up the phone and sighed as she flopped down on the couch. She reached behind her, pulling a blanket down, curled into a ball and fell asleep.

This chapter was a little rough, but I hope that it was up to par for you guys. I will be working on updates soon, but be forewarned that I will be working for the next few days and it might be a little bit before I get to it. Anyway, enjoy and remember, peace, love, and Grey's Anatomy!