Many thanks again norafan :), listentoyourheart555 :),cielo :), Kara :) and Dereks4Eva :) I hope to have a great time with the new chapter ;)
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Few days later
"Well it looks as if we have a place." Mark smiled to Izzie.
They stood outside the new built house, which Mark has just bought. They were looking many houses and apartments, but the moment they saw this one, both felt that should be their place.
"I have never thought that I would settle down in Seattle." Mark sighed.
"Do you miss New York?" Izzie asked softly.
"I don't, because here I have you and Derek. Now I suppose that… I have already a home…" He replied, kissing her mouth.
"It's a great home." She notified.
"You just have to furnish it." Mark said.
"Me?"
"Yes," Mark confirmed, "you'll furnish the house as you like."
"But this is your house." Izzie retorted.
"It's ours." He corrected her.
"Yes, but you gave all the money, I didn't give anything." She said.
Mark turned to her with a serious countenance.
"Iz, I got this house, not for me, I bought it for us. I want to live here with you; I wish this place to become our home. If I wanted to live alone, I would remain in the hotel. It was full with extras there, but it's not like a home. Your spirit is missing there. I hope you would carry your spirit in our place."
"I have never had my home. I mean I feel Meredith's house like my first home, but for the first time I would furnish my own house." Izzie looked excited.
"So it's time to do it." He fostered her.
"Will you thrust to my taste?" She asked doubtfully.
"Well, you proved that you have a good taste, as soon as you are with me." Mark smirked.
"Right!" Izzie rolled her eyes, "I have forgotten about your huge ego. It would be all right to reminding me for it sometimes," she kissed him.
"Will we go inside?" He asked cheerfully.
When Mark unlocked the main door and Izzie was just about to get in, he stopped her grabbing her hand.
"Wait! Let's do it, like in the films you love watching. Mark lifted her body and carried Izzie through the threshold holding her in his hands.
"I see that you know very well how to do it." She chuckled, "Evidently you also have been watching my films."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Oh, Mark! This house is amazing. I still can't believe that we are going to live here." Izzie jumped out of Mark's hands, looking around, "And it's so huge. We could play tag here without any problem."
"It sounds dirty. I hope I won't chase you for a long time?" He grinned.
"I promise not to run so fast." She winked at him.
Mark laughed.
"We'll sleep here tonight." He informed her.
"Where are we going to sleep? On the floor?!" Izzie raised curiously her eyebrows.
"I ordered a mattress that will be brought later. Tomorrow we can remove our stuff. I have many catalogues for furnishing in the car. But if you prefer I can find some interior designer to help you." Mark offered.
"No, it's not necessary. We could choose our furniture by our own."
"Fine. I'll order some food and maybe wine or champagne. We have to celebrate tonight."
"Me what to do?" She asked.
"You can take your clothes off." He suggested, running his eyes over her body.
"Oh really? And where to put my clothes?" Izzie asked with a smile.
"On the floor, where usually they are." Mark smirked, getting close to her. He buried his hands in her hair, and then his fingers slid down her back, reaching her bottom.
"We still don't have a bed." She reminded to him.
"Since when we need a bed? Anyway you are very flexible! You have a good technique." He praised her.
"What shall I do, as you constrain me to adjust to your non standard ideas?"
"I constrain you?! Is that so?" Mark whispered into her ear.
"Mm Hm…" Izzie mumbled, sliding her tongue behind his ear.
"It's not like you drawing aside too much…" He notified huskily. His fingers examined the smooth skin on her back.
"When did you say that they are going to bring the mattress?" She asked, kissing him.
"I hope soon."
"Where are we going to eat? We don't have a table, neither a chair?"
"We could eat on the floor."
"It sounds romantic."
"Everything is romantic with me, baby!"
"Of course!" Izzie sighed.
"I'm going to take the catalogues from the car."
"Mark, how we would sleep here as we don't have sheets, towels… we have nothing!"
"Yep, you are right. I'll go to buy all that we need for tonight."
"Now?"
"Yes, I won't be late." He assured her.
"Ok, I'll wait here." She agreed.
"Don't you want to come with me?" Mark asked.
"No," she gave him an impish smile, I prefer to stay."
When Mark came back, he remained surprised. The floor in the living room was covered with big soft blanket. Three large cushions were put like a chairs and table. Several candles were decorated around the blanket.
"Do you like it?" Izzie asked with a cheerful voice.
"Where did you find all these?" He exclaimed.
"I got them from the neighbors." She replied calmly.
"What?"
"I stole them." Izzie admitted.
"You have stolen them?" Mark repeated. His eyes widened with shock.
"Well yeah. I like people, who are doing the laundry and hang out the washing."
"Did you really steal all these?"
"All right, I borrowed them."
"Iz, if someone has seen you?"
"Nobody saw me." Izzie calmed him.
"God, we still haven't moved in here and we are already on bad terms with the neighbors. What about the cushions and the candles?"
"I got the cushions from the hammock which is in front of the house on our left. And the candles I took from my handbag."
"You have candles in your handbag?"
"You don't have any idea how many things you could find in a woman's handbag." Izzie chuckled.
"Oh, God! I still can't believe that you have done it."
"Do you see? I'll go to great lengths for you."
"Come here." Mark took her in his embrace, "We'll be really lucky if you are not ending up in the prison."
"Will you bring me food in the jail?" Izzie joked.
"I won't permit you to go in the prison, don't worry!"
"I don't." Izzie said calmly.
"Have you done it before?"
"I grew up in the ghetto." She chuckled.
"God, I'm in love with a criminal….Sexy…" Mark smirked.
Someone knocked on the door.
"This should be the mattress. It's coming on time." He grinned and headed to open the door. Two men were carrying the huge mattress.
"Where shall we put it?" They asked.
"Please, come inside. I'll show you the bedroom."
When the porters went away, Mark turned to Izzie, closing the door.
"What do you want to eat?" He asked.
Izzie thought, "I don't know. Chinese?"
"Great. I'll order Chinese and wine."
Later the same evening, Mark and Izzie had finished with the dinner. They ate all, that Mark had ordered.
"I could explode from all that food!" She complained.
"You could not eat so much."
"I was hungry." Izzie defended herself.
"I think you have a good appetite recently." Mark noticed.
"I have always had it, but looks like it became much more recently." She confessed.
Mark bent his head and kissed her.
"Much more interesting is how you keep this perfect body."
"Well you have special merit about the good shape of my body." Izzie smirked, kissing him.
Mark groaned into her mouth, "I guess that you have a need to care about your body right now!" He slipped his hand under Izzie's top.
"We haven't chosen the kitchen yet." She protested.
"We chose the bedroom."
"But we haven't chosen the kitchen." Izzie insisted.
"The most important room is the bedroom." Mark kissed her neck.
"For you, but for me is the kitchen. Can't we examine the catalogues now? Please?"
He sighed, "Fine, let's choose the kitchen." Mark agreed unwillingly.
"Yay!" Izzie cheerfully shouted, "I really love you!"
"I love you too!"
"I know."
"How do you know?"
"All that you do for me. No other man has done so much for me."
"I'm not habituated some woman to talk to me in this way."
"I just want you to know that you make me really happy." She smiled to him. He replied to her smile, staring at her eyes.
"Here are the kitchen's catalogues."
"The kitchens are beyond my comprehension. I'm good in other field. Like the bedroom."
"There is no doubt that you are damned good there." Izzie confirmed with a smile. She opened the catalogue, turning over the pages of it, "Look, how lovely are all these."
"What shall I look? It's just a kitchen."
"They are so unique! Mark, see what a big oven. It could take even hundred muffins." Izzie observed.
"Yeah, it's striking!" He said ironically.
Izzie was watching the catalogue with a beam face. Suddenly her eyes fell on some kitchen.
"Oh my God! What will you say about this one?" She asked, her voice full of emotion.
"It's a kitchen," Mark simply said.
"It's amazing kitchen." She clarified.
He took the catalogue from Izzie's hands.
"Yeah there is a big raft… we could have a great moments on it." Mark noticed.
"Mark, this is the best kitchen that I have ever seen." She took the catalogue from Mark and turned the page with the prices, "Oh, it's too expensive." Izzie sighed disappointed.
"Wait! Do you really like it?"
"Sure I like it, but it costs like my pay per annum."
"I think you missed the point. Money is no consideration." Mark torn the page with the prices out, "I want we to have that we like. If you like, this kitchen we'll buy it. I'm with you, what I have is for you. I don't want talking about money anymore. I have it all my life, but this didn't make me happy. I met you and for the first time in my life, I feel great, because you make me feel in this way. So…" He looked at her smiling, "I guess that we already have the greatest kitchen!"
Izzie stared at Mark's eyes, "Thank you!"
"For what?"
"For… you are such a good guy!"
"You make me a good guy!" He kissed her, "Can we try the mattress now, please?"
Mark took Izzie in his hands carried her to their new bedroom.
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On the next day
Alex, Izzie, Meredith, Cristina and George took a seat on a table in the cafeteria having a lunch. Alex opened his sandwich impatiently, because he was starving, when Izzie made a disgusting face.
"Oh, no! What's that crap?" She exclaimed.
"Excuse me?"
"It smells disgustingly. I'm going to be sick!"
"I eat this sandwich every day."
"Probably it's spoilt. It's so putrid." Izzie declared.
"I don't smell anything." Alex sniffed at it, "Do you smell something?" Alex turned to the others.
"No." They said all together.
"How is it possible? It smells bad. Mere, let's change the seats. I can't seat next to him."
"What's up with you?" Alex asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, just your sandwich sucks."
"You want to make me to leave it for you and to eat it."
"I would not eat that stench. It's better to give this sandwich back if you don't want to spend the rest of your day in the lavatory." Izzie advised him.
Alex looked at her stunned, but he decided not to take the risk. Alex stood up and went back to the desk, when he crushed on Mark and Derek, who were waiting to take their lunch.
"Hi, Karev! What's that face?" Mark asked him.
"Izzie destroyed my lunch." Alex complained.
"Is that so?"
"Do you think that this sandwich sucks?" Alex asked them.
"It looks good." Mark replied.
"According to Izzie this sandwich smells bad." Alex explained.
Mark and Derek exchanged questioning eyes. Alex asked the woman from the cafeteria to change the sandwich.
"What's the problem?" The woman angered, "I assure you this sandwich is fresh."
"I understand, but do you see that girl there, according to her this sandwich sucks. And she may eat even an elephant so I guess that if she says that this sandwich sucks, means that this sandwich sucks." Alex told.
"It's a jolly shame!" The woman offended, "I work in this cafeteria for 20 years and nobody has given me back any food." She shouted and came out of the raft.
"I see, but…"
The woman was fat and solid lady. She menacingly headed to the table where Izzie and the other residents were seating.
"Would you please explain to me what your problem with this sandwich is?" She shouted.
"It sucks!" Izzie hissed.
"How do you dare to say that my sandwich sucks? I personally prepare all the food here and I guarantee that is absolutely fresh."
"I'm saying that this sandwich smells bad. I'm feel like vomiting. Would you please just change it?" Izzie asked kindly.
"What a nuisance!"
It burst forth a big scandal between the woman and Izzie in the cafeteria. The scandal was getting hotter and hotter. Mark involved and grabbed Izzie's hand, taking her out from the cafeteria.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm doing nothing. Just this sandwich sucks. I'm sure it was spoilt."
"You might not to make a scandal of it."
"Didn't you hear that she offended me?"
"You offended her first!" Mark accused her.
"What? Do you protect her?" Izzie rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Of course not. I'm just saying that you offended the woman before everybody."
"She sells sucks sandwiches." Izzie declared and went away. Mark stared after her, sighing.
Meredith, George and Cristina have been watching the scandal with opened mouths.
"What was that?" Meredith asked.
"What's up with Izzie?" George wondered.
"I suspect she has very painful PMC." Cristina replied, biting her sandwich.
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"Well, when are you going to show me your new house?" Derek asked.
"We still haven't removed, we don't have furniture yet." Mark explained to his best friend, while they were walking throughout the corridor.
"So what? I haven't built my house, but I showed it you." Derek reminded to him.
"Ok then! Come this evening with Meredith."
"Great." Derek smiled content.
The evening on the same day
Mark and Izzie stood in the middle of their living room with many cardboard boxes around.
"What a mess? How shall we put in order all these?" Izzie cried.
"Why did we invite everyone tonight?" Mark wondered.
"We didn't. They invited themselves." She clarified.
"Right." He sighed, "I'll kick them off in two hours."
Izzie smiled, "You are not very hospitable person, "she observed, wrapping her hands around his neck, "And you are sweaty," Izzie added, making a face.
"Do you know how many boxes with plush stupid things I carried here?"
"I could help you to change your jeans and t-shirt…" She bit her lips seductively, "Although I'm exhausted!"
"From what? From the work you weren't doing. I was that one who was in charged of all physical efforts." Mark said sneeringly.
"So I need to say, how lucky I'm with my handsome, sexy and strong boyfriend."
"Do you imagine how many women want to take your place, being with me?"
"I imagine only how many men want to be in your place, being with me?" Izzie smirked.
"You are real beast!" Mark growled out.
"I give you a chance to tame me!" She provoked him.
"I notice some strange sexual tendency in you recently."
"Am I guilty that you excite me so much?"
"Uh?"
A loud knocking on the main door interrupted their thrilling conversation.
"Great!" Mark sighed, "Remember what you said!" He gave her a quick kiss and went to open the door. Cristina, Meredith, Alex, George and Derek rushed into the house with screams. Mark looked at them with open mouth. He was just about to close the door, when Derek stopped him.
"Don't. The others are coming in a minute."
"The others?"
"I've invited a couple of friends." Derek informed him.
"A couple of friends… What does exactly mean a couple of friends?"
"Well… several friends!"
"How many?"
Soon Mark understood by his own. On the door appeared Callie, Erica, Joe, Walter Michael Hudson, Sidney Heron, Miranda, Richard, Adele, Izzie's interns, and some more interns….Mark frowned. Izzie got close to him embracing him.
"I guess it would be difficult for you to kick all this people after two hours." Izzie smiled.
Mark looked at her, "I have the same fears for it."
"There is nothing for it but to enjoying the party."
"Hey," Cristina approached them, "Where is my room?" She demanded.
"What?" Mark glanced at her.
"Don't I have a room? Where I'm going to sleep when I visit you."
"When are you going to visit us?" Mark asked timidly.
"I hope often!" Cristina chuckled.
"Hey, it's a great lair! I like it." Alex said, "By the way we all miss you at home. The situation is ropey there."
"Why?" Izzie asked.
"Meredith tries to replace you in the kitchen but without any success. Poor Shepherd, every morning he occupies the toilet after Meredith's breakfast."
"What are you talking about?" Meredith joined them with a happy smile. Derek came too.
"I'm just saying how much we miss Izzie." Alex replied.
"That's true, Iz! However, I think that I took successfully your place in the kitchen. Don't you think so, guys?"
"Oh yeah!" Alex confirmed.
"Absolutely." Derek tried to sound persuasively.
"Izzie, will you show me the house?" Meredith asked.
"Yes, with a great pleasure."
"Izzie, please convince her to stop cooking! Please!" Derek whispered appealing.
"Otherwise, we'll come here for breakfast." Alex grinned.
Mark looked at them terrified.
"Wow! Mark, this is a splendid house! Congratulations, my friend!"
"Thank you Michael!"
"I hope you won't be angry knowing that I got your room in the hotel."
"Sure, I'm not. It's a great room, indeed!" Mark said with a little nostalgia.
At that moment, Sidney Heron joined the company.
"Guys, do you know my new girlfriend?"
"Hi, Sidney." Mark greeted her.
"Hello Dr. S and Dr. S." She said with a happy smile, "You can call us Dr. H and Dr. H." She snickered.
"Isn't it cute? Dr. H and Dr. H, we are calling each other in this way." Michael explained with a pleased smile.
"We are glad for you, Mike!" Mark said.
"Yes, congratulations Dr. H and Dr. H!" Derek smiled.
The party in the new house of Mark and Izzie was great and amusing. Most of the people abused with the alcohol but all of them had a nice time. Soon the next day excepting the all boxes, Mark and Izzie ought to clean many empty bottles.
Three days later
Izzie woke up from some strange smell. She couldn't define what exactly was that odor, but she felt nauseated. Izzie stretched a hand to the side where Mark was sleeping, but it was empty. He wasn't at the bed. Although she went in the bed early last night, Izzie could hardly open her eyes. She was sleepy, altogether for some time past the need of sleep became much greater. Her eyes closed and with a big effort, she tried to keep them open. Moreover, those smell…
Mark has woken up early this morning, having only one thought in his mind, to surprise Izzie. The kitchen, which she had chosen, was delivered in the afternoon of the previous day. He has never seen her so happy or he has never seen someone so happy. So when he opened his eyes this morning he decided to surprise her, preparing a breakfast for Izzie. It took to him around 30 minutes to find how to switch on the oven.
With a short white satin nightgown and semi-opened eyes, Izzie got in their kitchen.
"Hello sleeping beauty!" Mark cheerfully greeted her.
"Morning." Izzie muttered.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked.
"I guess so…What are you doing?"
"I'm preparing a breakfast for you." Mark replied.
Izzie slid her eyes over his body. He was naked, wearing only a black pyjamas bottom.
"Are you the breakfast?"
"I'm the sweet course. If you want to try me you should eat this one first!" Mark smirked.
"The sweet course, huh? It looks delicious…" Izzie bit her lips seductively.
"You have to know that I show my worth in the kitchen for the first time, so…" He warned her.
"Having in mind your great results in other rooms of our house, I have no doubts that and here I'd like what you would offer to me." She smiled.
Mark cast up his eyes, replying to her smile.
"I'm preparing an omelet. It seemed to me much easy, but I'm not sure about the result." He expressed his doubts.
Izzie passed behind the raft and wrapped her hands around his waist, covering his back with soft kisses.
"Surely, I'll like it." She cooed.
"You are distracting me!"
"Is that so?" Izzie asked innocently, removing her hands towards his muscled chest.
"Izzie, I'm trying to cook…"
"And I'm trying to resist you…"
Mark groaned. He turned to face Izzie, grabbing her shoulders, directing her to take a seat again on the other side of the raft.
"You'll be quiet here!" Mark said firmly.
"Fine." Izzie sighed, "As soon as you don't like how I'm kissing you." She pretended to be offended.
"I like it, but you are distracting me."
"Is there any coffee?"
"Here we go!" Mark gave to Izzie a cup of coffee.
"When did you go in the bed last night? Why I don't remember anything?"
"I was at the bathroom, when I came, you have already been sleeping."
"Oh, I was very tired."
"I think you overworked."
Izzie nodded, "I don't know, but I could sleep all the time. This morning I could hardly open my eyes."
"Whatever, I love watching you when you're sleeping."
"You watch me, while I'm sleeping."
"Yep, because you are very cute!"
Izzie smiled to his acknowledging.
"Well… I guess the omelet is ready." Mark put the omelet in a plate, giving it to Izzie, "Enjoy the breakfast, sweetie!"
"Thank you. It looks delicious."
Izzie put a bit of his omelet in her mouth, before could swallow Izzie's face curved. She felt sick. Mark stared at Izzie terrified. She put her hand covering her mouth and rushed to the bathroom. He stood frozen for a second, but soon he recovered himself. Mark followed Izzie in the bathroom. She vomited in the toilet.
"Izzie, what happened? Are you ok?" Mark worried.
She breathed in.
"I… I don't feel well… I'm sorry."
He squatted close to her, caressing her hair softly.
"Am I so bad cooker?"
"No Mark, it's not that. I think I'm becoming ill, it's not because of the omelet. I don't feel very well recently. I guess it's some virus or something."
"May be you are taken ill, indeed!" He was anxious.
"You are not angry with me, aren't you?" Izzie asked, touching his cheek.
"Of course not. I'm just worried for you." Mark answered full of concern.
"Don't. Soon I'm going to feel better." She calmed him.
30 minutes later
Mark came out of the bathroom, wrapping his towel around his waist. His eyes fell on Izzie, who was about to put her bra.
"Do you need help?" He asked with an impish smile.
"Please…" She cooed.
Mark stood behind her back, and fastened her bra.
"Do you know that your breasts have become much bigger?" He observed.
"Nothing doing." Izzie rolled her eyes.
"Your breasts are enough for me, satisfying me perfectly. Believe me, I'm a specialist and I'm saying that your breasts are bursting."
Izzie sighed. "May be you are right. All of my bra grew small."
Mark slipped his hands under her bra, touching her breasts.
"They are firm and tense…" He whispered into her ear.
"They are tense every time, when you touch them…" She moaned, leaning her head on his chest. Mark slid his tongue over her neck, and his hands kneaded her breasts. Izzie moaned again as his tongue licked her sensitive skin.
"You are damned hot…"
"Oh, Mark!"
"I guess that I shouldn't be in a hurry to take my morning shower." Mark notified, while he was putting Izzie in the bed.
"You shouldn't also have fastened my bra."
"That's not a problem, baby!" Saying this he unclasped skillfully her black lace bra freeing her breasts. Mark dropped it on the floor. When he took one of her nipples into his mouth, Izzie gasped. Her fingers were playing with his hair. His hot breath burned her skin. Her fingers run around his back and his bare shoulders. Mark pulled her bikini off, sliding his hands down her long legs. Izzie had a feeling that she has never been so excited. She wanted him so badly. Every his touch and kiss made her to breath faster.
"Mark, please…" She pleaded.
"What do you want, Iz?" He asked huskily.
"I want… you…" Izzie mumbled. She desired so much to feel him entirely. When Mark met her wishes, Izzie went in the heaven, her body vibrated of pleasure. The sex with Mark was great every time, but now as if all her senses were intensified to the limit. When he brought her to the top of the pleasure, she couldn't return to the reality back for a long time. Even Izzie didn't feel that she was growing sleepy. Mark's soft voice and tender kiss on her lips, made her to open her eyes.
"Hey, sleepy head! Do you know what the time is?"
"Mmm that was… amazing! I need time to pick me up!"
"What's wrong with you? You have never been so sleepy." Mark wondered.
SGH
"Stevens, where in the world have you been?" Miranda angered.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Bailey! I guess I have a cold. I don't feel very well, I feel giddy. However I promise to give my good form back." Izzie assured her.
"Look forward to do it." Miranda hissed, giving her a patient's chart, "Take care of Mr. Templeton." She ordered.
Izzie got the chart.
40 minutes later
"Dr. Bailey, can we talk for a minute?" Izzie asked.
"I'm busy, Stevens!" Miranda snapped her.
"Dr. Bailey, I can't treat… this patient." Izzie announced timidly.
"What does it mean Stevens?"
"I feel ill."
"You feel ill? From what you feel ill, Stevens? From blood?" Miranda asked ironically.
"No…"
"Then? What make you feel ill?" Miranda asked impatiently.
"His smell…" Izzie replied in a cautious tone.
"Excuse me?"
"He smells strange… I feel bad. It makes me sick to be near him."
Miranda looked at Izzie with staggered countenance.
"Stevens, do you realize what you're saying?"
"Dr. Bailey, I know that sounds stupid, but it's true. I don't want to say that this patient is bad or something, but there is some bad smell. I could hardly resist not vomiting before him." Izzie complained.
Miranda stared at Izzie with knitted brows.
"Go away, Stevens! Tell to Karev that you take his patient and he has to take Mr. Templeton. And I hope this time not to have a problem with your nose!"
"Thank you, Dr. Bailey." Izzie hurried to disappear as soon as possible.
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Mark Sloan was leaning against the nurse's station. Two nurses looked at him amorously while he was telling them something, which evidently was funny, because they couldn't stop laughing.
"Dr. Sloan!" The cold voice of Miranda Bailey, startled him and the nurses, who disappeared immediately.
"Dr. Bailey?" Mark smirked, "Have you any problem?"
"I'd say that you have a problem!" Miranda said, throwing some box on the desk before him.
"What's that?" He asked taking the box.
"Read!" Miranda ordered.
"Pregnancy test?" Mark read, "I don't need it, thank you!" He chuckled.
"However Izzie needs it."
'What?"
'Do you know what's up with her? I tell you, she feels sick and everything smells to her bad. Not to talk how much she is distracted."
"She said… that…" Mark stammered, "it's a virus."
"Virus, huh? If you weren't a doctor I would understand, but you are or an idiot… or a big idiot…Give her the test!"
"Izzie pregnant?" He mumbled.
"Could be…"
"With a baby?"
"Dr. Sloan, usually the women give a birth to babies…" She explained.
"But… how has happened?" Mark wondered.
"Are you asking me?!"
"No… I just… I mean I protect her… and… I know she doesn't take pills… so I'm very careful…Probably that has happened when we had sex for the first time in the elevator… I finished inside her then…" He mused.
"Please save me all dirty particulars!" She cried out.
Mark looked stunned.
"And don't be so shocked!" Miranda snarled.
"But I'm shocked!" Mark said desperately.
"Stop being shocked! Why do all men are such idiots?" Miranda wondered, "You sleep with the women and when they get pregnant you make this faces of surprised fools!"
"Stop calling me fool. I'm your boss!"
"Then change that face! How old are you?"
"What?"
"At 40 you…" Miranda began but Mark interrupted her.
"I'm not at 40, I'm at 38." He corrected her.
"Good. At 38 you are not some lad who terror –stricken knowing that his girlfriend might be pregnant. You should be a matured man, Sloan. And believe me at this age one man could feel truly what means to become a father, because the sensations are real. If you love Izzie, I'm sure you will feel it."
"I love her."
"Then go easy!"
"If…" He confused, "If she doesn't want to keep the baby…"
"Why she should not want to keep the baby?"
"Well… I don't know… May be because she may not want to have a baby with me… or to think, that I won't make a good father…" Mark suggested.
"Look, I know Izzie. She would never do thing like that. If she thinks that you won't make a good father, she will fight to change it, " saying this Miranda turned to go, but she hesitated for a moment, turning to Mark again, "However I think it's not necessary Izzie to fight. Because Sloan, although you piss me off very often, I'm sure that you'll make a good father."
In the evening on the same day
"Someone has canceled all my surgeries!" Izzie outraged while she and Mark were coming out of the hospital.
"Is that so? Who could do it?"
"Tomorrow I should assist to Hanh but someone has erased my name. Must be Cristina, I'll kill her."
Mark said nothing.
"Let's drink something at Joe's!" Izzie offered.
"I prefer to go home and you look tired." Mark admitted.
"C'mon Mark, please! We won't stay for a long. Just for an hour." She promised.
"It's filled with smoke there." He notified.
"What?"
"I'm saying that it's smoky at the bar."
Izzie looked at him suspiciously.
"So what? Since when we can't go at Joe's because of smoky?" She demanded.
Mark sighed helpless.
At Joe's
"Hi guys! I haven't seen you since the party at your house. How are you?"
"Fine, thank you." Izzie replied.
"What will you drink?"
"For me tequila, Joe!" Izzie ordered.
Mark stared at her confused.
"You can't drink tequila."
"Excuse me?"
"This is an alcohol. Joe, give her juice!"
"Are you kidding?" Izzie laughed, "I want tequila!" She declared.
"You won't drink tequila. It's too strong. You could feel bad."
"Mark, are you trying to say me what to drink?"
Joe was staring at them with curiosity.
"No… I just… I'm trying to say that the alcohol is not good for you…"
"Is that some kind of joke?"
"It's not a joke."
"I'll drink tequila! Joe, fill me tequila, please!"
"Don't do it, Joe! Give her juice!"
"I won't drink juice!"
"You won't drink tequila!"
Izzie kept silent about few seconds and then exclaimed.
"Fine! I won't drink anything!" She shouted and stood up. She passed like fury beside Derek and Meredith.
"Hi, Iz! Hey, what the hell was that?" Meredith and Derek looked after her stunned.
Mark rushed to run after her.
"Izzie, wait!" Mark yelled, "Shit!" He remembered that he has forgotten taking his jacket and those of Izzie because she was so out of rage that she came out of the bar, wearing only a blouse.
"Mark, what's the matter?" Derek shouted, but Mark didn't pay attention to him. He ran after Izzie.
Meredith and Derek took their seats on the bar.
"What's wrong with these two?" Derek asked.
Joe raised his eyebrows, shrugging.
"Who knows? What will you drink?"
"Tequila, Joe!" Meredith ordered.
Joe didn't react. He turned to Derek with questioning look.
"What shall I fill to her? Tequila or juice?" Joe asked him.
"Excuse me?" Derek confused.
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"Izzie, please! Wait!" Mark grabbed her hand.
"Leave me alone!"
"Izzie, I'm sorry…"
"Did you want to make a fool of me?"
"God Izzie, No! I love you… I…" Mark stammered. He put her jacket on and then pulled out some box of his pocket.
"What's this?"
"It's a test," he paused, "a pregnancy test." He clarified.
Izzie met his eyes.
"You think that… I…"
"I want to do this together…" Mark whispered.
Their house
Izzie came out of the bathroom bringing the test.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm scared."
"Me too."
"Mark, I don't want the things between us to change. I don't know what will be the result but…"
"Izzie, nothing will change for me. Whatever would be the result I want you to believe me…"
"I believe you!"
Mark nodded.
Izzie gave him the result her hands were trembling. Mark took his breath before see it. Izzie and Mark looked at the test at the same time.