#ᵗᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵐᵉ ( & mark )

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what was originally planned to be a three hour surgery ran longer,   a tumor that was more complex than scans predicted.   three hours turned to six and under normal circumstances that would have been okay.   sure she would have went home a little more tired than usual,   her feet and back might have been a bit sore but it would have been okay.   being six months pregnant and ending an already long workday with a six hour surgery?   not exactly ideal.

“  mark---  ”   he’s a sight for sore eyes,   even if he didn’t overly thrilled with her as she closed the apartment door behind her.   was it really that obvious just how exhausted,   how uncomfortable she was?   “  come lay down with me?  ”

extremely exhausted starters // accepting !! @defectivenightmares → “You. Rest. Now.”

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@scinglives // cont ! “  okay maybe not but it’s just---  ”   irritation laced huff cut off her words,   despite it she sat down,   albeit slowly and awkwardly as she tried to be comfortable on the couch.   an attempt made in vain.   “  i feel like crap,   my back hurts,   and we’re having a baby---  ”   normally those words were a positive,  amazement in her voice,   but it’d been a long day and she was beyond stressed.   “   ---there’s just so much to do,   i can’t just sit down and relax.  ”   no instead she was going to sit down and work herself into a panic.   “  i just want things to go perfectly,   i mean we’re going to be parents.   i---   i don’t want to screw this up.  ”

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@constellatiicns​ // xxx

[ sms → mark ] : woh doesntt want six babies [ sms → mark ] : plus our babiess are gonigg tobe the most perfect [ sms → mark ] : six perfectly perfedct babiess [ sms → mark ] : who says ‘m drunj [ sms → mark ] : i’e onky had a few drinks [ sms → mark ] : defintetly not drunk

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two hours and twenty minutes,   it’s how long the flight to san francisco would be,   it’s what was between her and sitting her boards.   “  i---   i don’t know if i can do this,  ”   uncertainty filled the shaky admittance,   eyes focused on the unpacked notes in front of her.   the other option meant at least twelve hours in a car,   and god did her back disagree with the thought of that.   “  i need to be able to do this.  ”

@mcstcamy // starter call !!

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“  and i love you,  ”   maybe it’s obvious,   the way she’s curled up against him,   the soft smile that tugged at her lips.   “  more than i have ever found a way to say.  ”

@tranquilwords​ // starter call !! the luckiest --- nathan west && chyler leigh

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“What are you doing up? Come to bed.” (from mcstcamy)

“  i couldn’t fall asleep,   not a big deal.  ”    there’s a shrug as eyes pulled away from the journal in her hand.   she couldn’t get comfortable,   between her back bothering her and mind working in overdrive,   but god she was tired.   “  i just,   i’ll come back to bed in a minute,   right after this article,   ‘kay?  ”

@mcstcamy // accepting !!

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@scinglives // cont ! “  i’m studying---  ”   no,   she’s being carried to bed;   arms draped around him,   head rested against his chest as she shifted,   making herself comfortable in his arms.    “  ‘m not---  ”   tired,   a word cut off by a yawn.   “  i have to study or i---   mmm---   i won’t pass my boards.  ”

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‘ time for bed. no ifs, ands, or buts. ’ * from mark sloan .

meme // accepting !! // @adivines​“  no,   wait!!!  ”   no ifs,   a n d s,   or buts,   lexie could work with that.   “  can’t we stay like this just a little longer?  ”   there’s a whine to her tired request as an arm tightens around his torso.   she was all but laying on top of him on the couch,   and while momentarily she was comfortable  (  to the point that she had slept through most of the movie that had been on  )   she’d definitely regret staying in the position all night.   “  p l e a s e?  ”

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look, i called you. you specifically.

meme // accepting !! // @defectivenightmares“  you’re sure?  ”   question rolled off her tongue before she had the chance to stop it,   nervous fingers tugged at the cuff of her sleeve.   this is what she had wanted for months,   a chance to be back in the o.r. for something more than a routine appendectomy,   more than just observing complex surgeries,   a chance to prove that she was really back.   it doesn’t stop her from worrying,   from over thinking.   “  i—   i haven’t done a surgery like this in over a year,   you sure you don’t want to just let jackson assist?  ”

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❛ where’s the off button ? ❜

meme // accepting !! // @defectivenightmares“  an off button?  ”   it was an amusement filled question as she settled next to mark,   quick kiss pressed to his cheek before focus shifted to the baby making a fuss in his arms.   a little boy who had lexie’s heart in the grasp of his little hands,   blue eyes that melted her heart,   even at three in the morning when piercing wails woke her up.   “  he’s probably just hungry,   let me have him.  ”

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Mark pulled Lexie into his lap. "We have three hours all to ourselves. Why are you wearing so many clothes?"

pester lexie! // always accepting!! // @defectivenightmaresthree hours alone with mark,   god it was something she needed,   something she had been missing recently.   “  y’know—  ”   there’s a tilt to her head,   lips tugged into a grin.   “  —there’s a way you could remedy the whole clothing situation.  ”

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@stcrstvff​ // xxx [ sms → mark 💞  ] : mark i love you [ sms → mark 💞  ] : really i do [ sms → mark 💞  ] : but just [ sms → mark 💞  ] : how do you find me rubbing weird smelling cream into my legs even remotely attractive??

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❛ oh, don’t tease me now. ❜

meme // accepting!! // @defectivenightmares“  hmm?  ”   a feigned look of innocence slipped over her,   as if her hips weren’t pressed against his ever so slightly,   as fingers traced patterns on the skin just above the waistline of his pants.   “  i just thought—  ”   hips shift,   pressing against him more as she leaned forward,   pressing a soft, quick kiss against his lips.   “  — that i’d kiss my incredibly wonderful boyfriend and let him know just how much i missed him while i was in portland visiting my sister.  ”

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‘ there’s a light at the end of this tunnel. ’

meme // accepting!! // @stcrstvffthe statement earned a huff from lexie as she looked up at him from where she was laying,  her head rested against his chest as they laid on the couch.   “  i’d really just like to be at the  e n d  of the tunnel already,   for things to feel normal again.  ”