Gah. I hate endings. I never seem to be able to write a truly spectacular ending but for this story, this is what I came up with and I hope it doesn't suck entirely. I know a lot of people were expecting another long saga like Things We Want for Ourselves but I believe that this story wrote itself and came to an end at a natural pace. This definitely won't be the last time I visit this AU of mine though. I promise.
Below, for reference purposes, I have linked the seven previous chapters:
The rain had finally begun to fall and a cool wind now whipped through the air. Lexie and Sadie sat out on the front porch swing, Sadie drinking a glass of scotch that Mark had poured her and Lexie sipping from one of the apple juice boxes that she bought for both herself and for Ally. Both women were wearing what they had been wearing all day – Lexie, her purple maid of honor dress, and Sadie, her white slip, but both were barefoot and wearing zipped hooded sweatshirts to stay warm against the otherwise dismal weather.
“I knew we wouldn’t work,” Sadie suddenly said, turning her head to look at Lexie, hugging the glass to her chest. “You, Mark and Owen all hated us together and if your three best friends hate the guy you’re with, that should be a warning signal.”
“That shouldn’t be a basis for anything,” Lexie disagreed gently. “If I listened to everyone’s objections, me and Mark would have never gotten together.”
Sadie gave her a teasing smile. “Yes, you would have. The way he was always watching your ass, it was making me hot and you would have noticed eventually even if I hadn’t told you and you would have damned the consequences.” She smiled as she saw Lexie blush before she took a sip from her glass, the scotch burning her throat as she swallowed. “You two finally seem to be on the right track again.”
Lexie nodded, looking out towards the street and the rain that was falling. “I have been such a wreck without him,” she admitted though anyone could have seen that without her having to state such an obvious fact.
“But he’s been back for a week already and…” Sadie stopped herself before she said something that might be crossing an invisible line. Though she and Lexie were best friends, sometimes, Sadie had a tendency to stick her nose where it wasn’t exactly welcome. “And only just now, you two seem like your old selves.”
Lexie was quiet for moment, taking a small sip through the juice box straw. “I've been afraid of him.” That soft, seemingly simple statement made Sadie’s eyes nearly double in size and Lexie glanced at her before back towards the street. She hadn’t told anyone – not even Sadie about what had happened and she wasn’t sure why she wanted to tell it now but she sighed softly. “About three months ago, Mark came home late from the hospital and I could tell immediately that he was in an angry mood. Ally was already upstairs asleep so I told him this so he would keep his voice down and he just started screaming at me how I always nagged him and just once, he wanted to come home when I wasn’t there.”
She took a shaky breath and she felt Sadie cover one of her hands with hers.
Lexie continued, ignoring the burning of tears in the corners of her eyes. “He told me he didn’t need me. That life without me had been so much better for him because then at least, people wouldn’t be so damned confused all the time about who he was. He told me…” the words caught in her throat. “If I hadn’t have miscarried our first baby, he never would have felt bad enough to marry me.”
Sadie tightened her hold on Lexie's hand, her entire body stiffening. “He said that?” She asked, her voice low with anger, her eyes flickering back towards the front door of the house before back at Lexie. “Why didn’t you tell me he said that? I would have-”
“Killed him,” Lexie finished for her with the faintest of smiles. It didn’t stay around though and it soon disappeared again. “I saw Mark standing in front of me, saying these things to me but… but I didn’t recognize him. He wasn’t my Mark. I…” she swallowed the familiar lump in her throat that formed whenever she thought of that particular night from months earlier. “That was why I told him to leave.”
“I don’t blame you,” Sadie muttered to herself before taking a sip of the scotch.
“He came back the next day and he… he looked horrible. He hadn’t slept or showered or shaved and he kept just trying to apologize over and over again…” Lexie said, shaking her head slightly. “I had never seen him like that and I almost forgave him but… I couldn’t. Not with what he had said to me. He couldn’t talk to me like that and expect me to just take it.”
“He told me and Owen one day that you were thinking about divorce,” Sadie said.
“Never,” Lexie said with a fierce shake of her head. “I never even thought about it. I just… I needed my space. I suggested a trial separation but that did nothing except make both of us absolutely miserable. Every couple goes through times like this. Everyone says things to a person that they don’t mean in the least. And Mark… well, you’ve seen how he has been over the past few months. I knew how sorry he was.”
“Why would he even say those things in the first place?” Sadie asked. “Something must have set him off.”
Lexie frowned and her eyes hardened into a look of anger. “Derek.”
Sadie wanted to ask Lexie more about it but the front door opened and Ally ran out followed by Mark. Lexie smiled, placing the now empty juice box down on the seat between herself and Sadie before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around Ally, picking her up and placing her down on her lap.
Mark was smiling but it disappeared the instant Sadie set her eyes on him and he pulled up short before he could take another step towards the swing. He recognized the look and glanced at Lexie.
“You told her,” he said, actually surprised that it had taken Lexie that long to tell Sadie what had happened.
Sadie narrowed her eyes slightly. “I don’t want your daughter to hear what I am thinking about in regards to you, Mark Sloan, right now.” She then looked at Lexie. “You win the award for being the most patient, understanding wife in the world.”
She leaned forward, gave Ally and Lexie both a kiss on the cheek, and then stood up, keeping her eyes narrowed in Mark’s direction as she passed him and went into the house, closing the front door behind her, leaving Lexie, Ally and Mark on the porch.
Mark scratched the back of his head. “At least she didn’t kill me.”
Lexie smiled faintly. “She wants to so watch your back for a little bit.”
He smirked, easing himself down on the swing in the spot Sadie had vacated. He stretched his arm across the back and smiled as Lexie nestled into his side and he rested his cheek on the top of her head. Ally slid off of her lap and turned to stand in front of them, looking at both of them, her arms crossed over her chest. Lexie almost started laughing at how much Ally looked like Mark at that moment but she bit down on her lip to keep from doing so. She didn’t understand why it bothered Mark whenever someone called Ally “Little Sloan.” That was exactly what she was.
“Daddy said I had to know something,” Ally informed them.
“Did he?” Lexie asked, looking up towards Mark, who was smiling at her, before back at their daughter. “And do you want to know?”
“Yes!” Ally exclaimed, smiling brightly. “Please! Tell me, tell me!”
Mark almost laughed but he contained himself, instead looking at Lexie. “I don’t know, Lex. Should we really tell her?”
“Tell me!” Ally exclaimed, beginning to bounce slightly on the tips of her toes as her excitement grew. “Please, mommy! Tell me!”
Lexie did laugh then and she leaned forward, taking Ally’s small hands in hers. “Ally, have you ever wanted a brother or a sister to play with?” Ally immediately stopped bouncing and blinked at her mom, not completely understanding. “Your daddy and me thought that you would be the best big sister ever so we decided to have another baby.”
Ally was quiet for a moment, frowning with confusion. She then looked back and forth between Mark and Lexie. “Where is it?”
“The baby isn’t here yet,” Lexie smiled, tucking a dark strand of Ally’s hair behind her ear. “We still have a few more months but… do you want to be a big sister?”
Ally looked at Lexie and then at Mark. “I really am going to be a big sister?”
Mark nodded, also leaning forward. “What do you think about that, Suzie Q?”
“I don’t want to be,” she said with a shake of her head and Lexie slid off of the swing, kneeling in front of her when she saw tears beginning to form in Ally’s eyes.
“Why not, baby?” Lexie asked, her heart plummeting to her stomach at the sight of those tears. “Your daddy and me thought you would be happy.”
Again, Ally shook her head. “I like the three of us. What’s wrong with the three of us?” She asked, her lower lip beginning to tremble.
Lexie opened her mouth to speak but Mark did before she could.
“Ally, you know, I was an only kid growing up and I hated every single second of it,” he told her.
“You did?” She asked softly as Lexie wiped at her damp cheeks, some of the tears slowly rolling down from her eyes.
Mark nodded again. “And I would have done anything to have a brother or sister of my own.”
“Your daddy and I love you more than anything and we always will. No matter what,” Lexie leapt in. “You know that.” Ally slowly nodded her head. “And your daddy and me… we think you’re pretty fantastic, Ally, and we thought that if we could have another baby just like you, we wanted to have it.”
Ally was quiet but she had stopped crying. Lexie pulled her into a hug and she wrapped her arms tightly around the girl, smoothing a hand down her back while the other rested on the back of her head.
“I promise you that things will only get better from now on,” Lexie told her softly.
Keeping her arms around Lexie's neck, Ally pulled her head back and turned it to look at Mark. “You won’t leave again?”
“Never again,” Mark said firmly.
“And I’ll still be Suzie Q?”
“Always,” he responded. “Your mommy is right. Everything from now on is going to be just fine. And when the baby comes, it is going to need you.”
Lexie smiled, nodding. “It’ll need a big sister to teach it all about the best picture books and how wonderful Wall-E is and where to scratch Charlie behind the ears that makes him wag his tail.”
Ally smiled to match Lexie’s. “I can do that.”
“We knew you could,” Mark said. “That’s why we knew we could have another baby.”
Again, she was quiet for another moment before her smile grew brighter and she nodded her head. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Lexie laughed softly, nodding her head as well.
“I want to tell Uncle Owen and Aunt Sadie.”
“Hug first,” Lexie said and Ally giggled, hugging her before being swept up into a hug from Mark. He kissed the side of her head, smiling as she laughed and then putting her on her feet again, Ally turned and ran into the house, calling out for Owen as she did, managing to close the front door behind her.
Lexie took a deep breath and then stood up, about to sit down again on the swing next to Mark but he grabbed her hand, tugging her down to sit on his lap. She did so without argument and she slipped her arms around his shoulders as his arms wrapped loosely around her waist. The rain fell harder, pounding the porch roof above them, and the wind began to pick up as well but they remained outside.
Mark smirked suddenly, shaking his head.
“What?” Lexie asked, her fingers beginning to stroke through his hair, almost causing him to close his eyes at how relaxing it felt.
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Just sometimes, it’s hard to believe. Do you ever wake up sometimes and wonder how you got here?”
Her smile was soft. “Sometimes. I don’t normally think about it though.” She rested her forehead against his and their eyes locked. “I like our life.”
He stared at her for a moment, his hands lifting to frame her face. “I like it, too.”
She slowly tilted her head and brushed her lips against his so lightly, to him, it almost felt as if the wind was teasing him, tickling him. One of his hands slipped to the back of her head, cradling it, the tresses of hair weaving through his fingers, and he guided his lips to hers again, kissing her a bit harder, wanting both to feel it.
“I can’t wait until tonight,” Lexie admitted, a faint blush across her cheeks.
Mark smirked. “Were you expecting something to happen tonight?”
“I believe I was promised foreplay earlier today.”
“Hey. I was ready to do it all to you but someone was too impatient to wait,” he said, watching with growing amusement as her blush deepened. “What sort of foreplay did you have in mind for tonight?”
For a moment, Mark didn’t think she would answer but then Lexie leaned into him, pressing her chest against his, placing her lips to his ear.
“Your head between my thighs,” she whispered, her breath hot on his skin, and he shifted slightly though her words and the fact that she was sitting in his lap was doing nothing to help stop the erection from growing in his pants.
“And what is my head doing between your thighs?” He asked and he had no idea how he was managing to ask so damn casual despite the scorching mental image now in his mind.
“Mark,” she said, almost whining, her face hot.
“You gotta tell me, Lex, or otherwise, I won’t know what you want,” he said, biting back a grin. He loved teasing her though it was becoming equally painful for him too.
“You know what I want. You always do,” she said. “But if you won’t do it, I suppose I could do it to myself.”
Well, that did it. That particular image of Lexie seeing to her own needs added to his already running-wild imagination and his erection grew harder, pressing into Lexie’s bottom and her eyes widened as she felt it.
“Really?” She looked at him. “That… that gets you hard?”
“Anything that has to do with you gets me hard,” he shrugged. “But that is pretty fucking hot.”
She frowned. “So, I have to do it to myself tonight then?”
“Don’t even think about it. I want to do it,” he said and she laughed slightly.
Lexie leaned forward, kissing him again, her tongue torturously tracing his bottom lip before sucking on it gently like she knew how he liked, his arms tightening around her in response.
“Maybe we can get Owen and Sadie to take Ally somewhere for a few hours,” Mark suggested, his words mumbled since he refused to remove his mouth from Lexie’s.
She giggled softly against his lips. “You are horrible. Kicking your daughter out of the house so you can have sex. Can’t you wait just a few more hours?”
“No,” he answered bluntly. “I just had you but I want you again. We have a lot of time to make up for, Lex.”
Her hands cupped his cheeks and she kissed him harder, her tongue thrusting past the seam of his lips to enter his mouth. He moaned at the feel of her tongue tangling with his and Lexie reveled in the power she had over him in that moment.
Despite having been together for almost five years, being married for nearly four of those, sometimes Lexie was still intimidated with just who exactly her husband was because no matter just how much he had changed, the fact of the matter was, he was still Mark Sloan. And he had had a certain reputation before Lexie came along. As silly as she knew those fears were, sometimes, she couldn’t help but think of the other women who had been with Mark before her. He never let her doubt herself. Mark told her often how she was the best and the things she did to him drove him wild. Still, it made her chest expand with warmth to hear him moan because of her.
Someone clearing their throat behind them however thusly killed the mood as quickly as a bucket of ice water being dumped over their heads. Lexie turned her head, seeing that Derek and Meredith had arrived without them having heard and she instantly pushed herself from Mark’s lap and straightening her dress.
Over the past couple of years – particularly after Ally was born – Meredith and Lexie began building a relationship with one another. It wasn’t what Lexie had initially hoped it would be when she had come to Seattle but they were friendly with one another and that was all that mattered to Lexie. That and Meredith had actually surprised everyone by being an actual aunt to Ally. Lexie thought that it probably helped Meredith knowing that she could just spend a few hours with Ally and then hand her back to her parents without having to worry about actually raising her.
In one of Meredith’s hand, she clutched a bottle of tequila – her cure for anything.
“We just left Alex and I wanted to come and see how Sadie was doing,” Meredith explained, holding up the bottle. “How is she doing?”
Lexie shrugged. “Not as well as she is acting.”
Meredith nodded before tilting her head towards the door. “Inside?”
“Owen was watching a couple episodes of Dexter in the living room so I bet Sadie’s joined him,” Mark answered and with another nod, Meredith went into the house, closing the door behind her, leaving Mark and Lexie out on the front porch with Derek – not an ideal situation in Lexie’s opinion.
“Well,” Derek said with an amused smile. “Looks like you two still remain the only ones who are married.” He laughed slightly. “Guess Seattle Grace is still residing in the twilight zone.”
Lexie sighed heavily at the comment and Mark put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, trying to keep her calm.
“Are you hungry?” Mark asked him. “I think we just might order a couple of pizzas or something.” He then looked down at Lexie. “Does that sound good? What does Little Baby Sloan have a taste for?”
She smiled despite her annoyance with Derek and Mark slipped a hand onto her still-flat stomach. “Pizza sounds fantastic.”
“You’re pregnant again?” Derek asked, his mouth falling open.
“Just nine weeks along so far…” Lexie answered. “It’s bad luck though to really talk about it while still in the first trimester so maybe we could all just be quiet about it?”
Mark shrugged. “Can’t help that I’m excited about it.”
Derek shook his head. “I can’t believe you keep getting Lexie to reproduce your DNA.”
Lexie’s frown returned as she looked at him. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because he’s Mark,” he responded as if that explained it all and Lexie sighed again.
“You know, Derek-” she began but Mark immediately cut her off.
“You want a beer?” He asked. “I just restocked the fridge in the basement.”
“Derek,” Lexie began again, shooting Mark a warning look before looking back at the renowned neurosurgeon and a supposed friend of her husband’s. “Why wouldn’t I want to have babies with Mark, my husband?”
Derek’s eyebrows crinkled for a moment, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend what Lexie was asking, but then he shrugged. “It still amazes me that he’s turned into such a good dad.”
He answered without speaking and Lexie narrowed her eyes at him.
“Lex,” Mark said softly, feeling her body tighten, but she ignored him.
“You are unbelievable, Derek Shepherd,” she said with a disgusted shake of her head. “I need to tell you this because if I don’t, I am never going to and I will just keep it in and regret it every time I see you.”
The look of confusion returned to Derek’s face.
“You may be my half-sister’s boyfriend but I would really appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me unless we are at the hospital and it is absolutely necessary,” Lexie said. “I think you are horrible in the way you treat Mark, who you claim as your best friend. You cut him down simply to keep yourself up. You can’t stand the fact that he has things for himself that you always wanted. You think that because he slept with your ex-wife, which by the way, was forever ago, he still deserves to be punished and therefore, he doesn’t deserve to be happy.”
She took a deep breath. “And you always seem to conveniently forget that you were with Meredith when you were still technically married to Addison so what kind of person does that make you? Mark has changed but you refuse to see it. You refuse to let him change because if you do, you would have to admit that he isn’t the villain that you so desperately want him to be.”
“Lexie,” Mark said, trying to stop her but she couldn’t be stopped. Not now. She had been holding all of this in for far too long now.
She continued. “You have no idea just how deeply you hurt him whenever you say things like what you just did to him. Mark is a fantastic father and if you made any sort of effort to get to know the man that he has become then you would already know that and not be surprised that I’m pregnant again or that we want more babies. It shouldn’t surprise you that when you accuse him of having sex with Callie in an on-call room when they were just sleeping, on separate beds, after both working eighteen hours, you wound him so much that he comes home and takes it out on me.”
Derek looked at Mark, who was avoiding looking at anything, before back at Lexie.
“You think you’re always right and the victim and so self-righteous and I really think you only keep Mark around because he doesn’t force you to look into the mirror and see who you really are. Mark loves me and he would never cheat on me and if you don’t know that about him, if you can’t see that about him then I feel so sorry for you because Mark is incredible and you would be lucky to have him as a friend. Not the other way around.”
Without another look in his direction, Lexie stormed from the front porch, going into the house. Derek and Mark stood in silence, Derek staring at him but Mark unable to look back. He knew Lexie had been wanting to say those things for a long time but he couldn’t believe that she had actually gone through with it. He wasn’t going to apologize to Derek though on her behalf. That would just piss her off even more and he couldn’t apologize to others about what Lexie was feeling.
He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward. He knew he should say something though. “So… is pepperoni on the pizza okay with you?”
“I have two non-refundable tickets to Miami now that are completely useless to me,” Sadie said hours later after Meredith and Derek had left and there were two empty pizza boxes on the coffee table.
Outside, the storm had gotten worse, the wind howling and the rain pounding down with sporadic rolls of thunder rumbling off in the distance. They were all sitting in their usual places – Owen in the leather armchair, Sadie spread out on the loveseat with Mark and Lexie sitting on the couch, Lexie’s legs tucked under herself as she cuddled into Mark’s side and his arm stretched out across the back of the couch behind her. Charlie was sitting at Owen’s feet, begging silently as Owen ate a piece of the pepperoni pizza, waiting patiently for a bit to be thrown at him since Owen always gave him scraps of “people food”. Ally was lying on the floor in front of the television, her head underneath the coffee table propped up against her teddy bear, which was acting as an impromptu pillow, and she giggled every now and again as the rerun episode of Spongebob Squarepants played on the television.
“Why don’t you just go to Miami?” Owen suggested.
Sadie frowned. “By myself? On what was supposed to be my honeymoon? No, thanks. That sounds as about as appealing as being on Mark’s service for a day.” She then paused and suddenly sat up, looking at Mark and Lexie. “What about you two?”
“What about us?” Mark asked, his eyes watching the television.
“Why don’t the two of you go?” Sadie clarified. “I can watch Ally for you and it will only be for a week. You two never got to go on a honeymoon and after the baby is born, when will you actually have time for one?”
“I don’t know, Sadie…” Lexie said though she didn’t sound nearly as convincing as she was hoping to be. “Miami was supposed to be your trip…”
“With my husband, who, as all of you see, I do not have,” Sadie said. “Please? You guys, please go to Miami. I don’t want to waste the tickets and you guys could really use something like this.”
“But… it’s for a week. Would you really not mind watching Ally for a week?” Lexie asked, still trying to keep her excitement from even the possibility of going at bay.
Sadie gave her a look as if she thought she was crazy.
Lexie then turned, looking at Mark. “Mark?”
“What?” He asked, still paying more attention to the cartoon on the television.
“It’s really short notice,” she said. “I don’t know if we could leave for a whole week.”
He shrugged. “There are other plastic surgeons in the hospital besides me. True, they’re not as good as me, but it’s not like I would be leaving the department completely empty. And you’re a resident now which is way easier when it comes to scheduling. And I’m your attending.”
Lexie smiled when she realized that he had been listening to every word that had been exchanged. “You wouldn’t mind going to Miami?”
“You mean, seeing the actual sun for a week and you in a bikini?” Mark asked with a smirk. “I think somehow I’ll manage. And Sadie’s right. We never took a honeymoon. Better late than ever.”
Lexie couldn’t help but throw her arms around his neck and hug him as tightly as she could. “Thank you,” she murmured in his ear so only he could hear.
“What time was your flight supposed to be tomorrow?” Mark asked, still keeping his arms wrapped around Lexie in an embrace.
“Two o’clock so you both have plenty of time to pack and talk to the Chief,” Sadie replied then looked at Owen. “You can help me baby-sit.”
“I love how you just volunteer me for things like this,” Owen retorted even though he knew without argument.
He loved Cristina and knew that they would probably remain together but he couldn’t see them getting married and he definitely couldn’t see them having a baby. Ally was the closest he was going to get to that and he loved his goddaughter to death because of it.
“Hey, Suzie Q?” Mark said.
“What?” She answered, remaining lying down, half of her body underneath the coffee table – her favorite place to lay.
“Would you be alright staying with your Aunt Sadie for a few days?” He asked.
“Like a sleepover,” Lexie added. “Your daddy and me are going away for an adult field trip. Would you be alright with that? Because if you’re not, we won’t go.”
“Or…” Mark said, looking at Lexie, both noticing how quiet Ally had fallen. Lexie saw something there in his eyes that made her smile brightly and nod her head, completely understanding what he was about to suggest. She gave him a kiss on the lips – a soft gentle one that made him want to carry her upstairs to their room and not emerge until the next day. But before that could happen, there was something they had to take care of first. “Or about you come with us? You’ve never been on a plane before and you would love Miami, Ally. You could play on the beach all day.”
Ally was still quiet and Mark and Lexie looked at one another before Lexie leaned forward on the couch.
“What do you think, Ally?” Lexie asked. “Do you want to come on vacation with daddy and me?”
She finally said in a soft voice, “I don’t know how to swim.”
“We’ll get you some orange floaties and I’ll teach you,” Mark said.
She was quiet again for another passing moment. “Okay,” Ally said. “You really won’t leave me here?”
“We really won’t leave you here,” Lexie said. “Wherever we go, you’re coming, too.”