Okay, I really have no excuse why it took me so long to write more of this. I'm so sorry it took so long, and I really hope it was worth the wait.

I just want all my readers to know, in my world the finale never happend. I'm going to pretend the series ended much, much earlier. I'm still going to continue to write Mark and Lexie stories. There will never be a Sloane Sloan and Sophia will never exist. In my stories and my world Lexie never, ever died. Okay?

One Night Part Six

Mark Sloan woke up the next morning from what sounded like Lexie vomiting in the bathroom. "Lex?" He got up from his bed as he heard the toilet flush and knocked on the bathroom door, before opening it. "Are you okay?"

Lexie stood at the sink, splashing some water on her face and rinsing out her mouth, "I'm fine. Just some morning sickness. Do you have an extra tooth brush?"

"No, but I can call room service for one. Are you hungry? I can order us some breakfast right away." Mark offered her.

"Can I just get some saltine crackers and 7-up?" Lexie asked. "I don't think I could keep anything else down." She ran a hand through her hair, "The morning sickness is really getting to me…Is it okay if I jump in the shower quick?"

Mark nodded, "Of course. There is shampoo and conditioner in the shower."

Ten minutes later Lexie walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair. "Your cracker and 7-up are on the coffee table." Mark told Lexie as he took a bite of his eggs.

"Thanks." Lexie smiled. "Do you work today?" She asked, sitting down on the couch. She opened her 7-up with one had while she grabbed a cracker to nibble on with the other.

"I did, but not anymore. I called and rescheduled all of my surgeries. I thought we could start packing some boxes up from your dad's and I can show you the duplex." He paused, "If you'd like."

Lexie took a drink of her 7-up. "I don't know…" She fidgeted nervously, "I'm sure my dad will come around…I just…I cannot afford a duplex."

"I told you, I'm buying the duplex. You are not paying rent. Technically you are my wife. And you are having my baby. I will take care of you." Mark promised.

"I just…I don't know how comfortable I feel with all this. I don't want to take your money…I should be able to take care of myself and the baby…I think I'd feel bad."

"You are an intern. You don't get paid much. And you are paying off loans. I am the second highest plastic surgeon on the country. I can take care of the three of us." He told her, "And with your dad…I don't want to risk it. Please Lexie. Move in to the second half of the duplex."

She nodded, "Okay…Okay. I will." She smiled, "Let's go see it."

Two weeks later…

"I cannot believe you two are moving in already." Derek Shepherd said as he grabbed a box labeled Kitchen from the backseat of Lexie's car, "You just bought the place."

It had been just two weeks since Mark bought the duplex and Thatcher kicked Lexie out of her childhood home. Mark grinned, "That's what happens when you offer to pay in cash, makes things happen…Fast." He grabbed two boxes from Lexie's backseat. "Lexie!" He nearly snapped, "What are you doing?" He asked as he glanced behind his shoulder.

"Umm…Grabbing a box?" Lexie told him. "Moving my things in?"

"I told you Derek, Karev, and I will do the heavy lifting. You are pregnant you don't need to do too much heavy lifting. You can unpack while we bring everything in." Mark told her. "Put down the box."

Lexie sighed, "I really hope you aren't this big of pain in my ass during my whole pregnancy." She followed Derek and Mark into the house while Alex grabbed a box from the trunk of her car.

"Why do I have to help again?" Alex complained as he set the box he was carrying in the living room.

"Because you had off today and if you didn't I would make sure you wouldn't step a foot into an OR for a very long time." Mark simply told him, bringing his two boxes into the kitchen.

"I appreciate the help Alex." Lexie told him as walked into the kitchen opening the first box, beginning to put objects in their rightful places. She wanted to get her unpacking done as soon as possible, she hated unpacking. "I will have to make all three of you supper some night, when I'm settled and after I go grocery shopping." She began to ramble, "Do you guys like meatloaf? I make really good meatloaf."

"Meatloaf sounds great Lex." Mark told her before heading out the front door to go get more boxes. "I love homemade meatloaf; I haven't had it in years."

"I won't say no to a home cooked meal." Derek said as he walked into the living room, carrying a box. "I love Meredith, but she is a terrible cook."

"Oh! Derek please be careful with that box." Lexie pleaded, "It has my snow globes in it." She told him as she set down an empty box.

Derek carefully set the box down. "Do you collect snow globes?" He asked.

"My mom started getting them for me ever since I was a little girl." She knelt down and opened the box. She picked one up and carefully unwrapped the tissue paper that wrapped around the snow globe "This was the first one she gave me." She held up the snow globe. Inside it had a ballerina with a purple tutu and purple ballet shoes.

"What's that?" Mark asked as he walked into the house. "Shepherd, why are you getting boxes?" Derek only rolled his eyes before walking out of the room to get another box.

"It's a snow globe." Lexie told him. "The first one I ever got." She smiled as she set it down on the fireplace mantel. She bent down, picking up another, "This is the latest one I bought." She told him with a small smile.

Mark smiled when he saw it, "You got one in Las Vegas."

She nodded, "I did. I bought it my first day there. I wanted something to remember the trip." She laughed, placing a hand on her stomach, which now at 14 weeks, she had a very small, but defined baby bump. "Though I think I have a few more things to help me remember that trip."

"Do you need help unpacking?" Lexie asked from her spot on the couch, "I can help you tonight, I'm pretty much unpacked." She told him, "It actually worked out really nice with you, Derek, and Alex moving everything in."

"I don't have much to unpack; I will probably need help shopping later." Mark told her. "I don't have any kitchen things, including dishes or silverware."

Lexie smiled, "Well you can have all your meals here until you get your own things." She cleared her throat, "Um, when I first found out I was pregnant I bought one of those baby name books, and um I went through it and highlighted all the names I liked, so I thought maybe you would like to do the same. If you want."

Mark nodded, "That would be great."

Lexie leaned over and picked up The Big Book Of Baby Names from the end table next to the couch, "I also wrote down the names on a piece of paper, I put it on the end of the book. So if there are any you don't like, you can just cross it off the list. And you can add some and we can go from there." She handed him the book.

"Thanks." Mark told her as he flipped through the book. He flipped to the last page, where she had her list of names. Seven boy names. Four girl names. "I'm not sure if I want to look at names yet." He told her, "I mean you have a doctor's appointment in two days, we might found out what the sex is."

"I thought about waiting to buy the book until after I found out what it was, but I just couldn't wait." Lexie smiled. She paused, "Thank you. For everything. For helping me move. For letting me live here. I just don't know what I would be doing right now if it wasn't for you."

"You don't have to thank me Lexie."

"Yes I do." She assured him. "I really, really do."

Two days later…

"Everything is looking great." Dr. Mary Hanson told Lexie and Mark as she studied the monitor. "You told me you would like to know the sex, correct? Because I can tell you today."

"Yes, we would love to know." Lexie told her.

Mary moved the monitor so Lexie and Mark could see it, "Congratulations, it's a boy."