𝙎𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙎; 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙣

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"How could Meredith and I try for months and not have any luck, and you look at somebody, and a baby appears?" Derek shook his head and stood up from the chair.

"Sloans are unusually fertile." Mark shrugged.

"Hmm" Derek huffed. "Well, Natalie's going to be worried for the next nine months Mark, and you're gotta learn how to deal with it." Derek said and left the room.

And then Mark's pager went off with 9-1-1 for Natalie and he ran.

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"9-1-1 means you're dying!" He yelled when he found Natalie still in an OB exam room. And there was nothing wrong with her. So his worry turned into anger in seconds, because she had managed to give him a heartache with that page. "Somebody has to be dying!"

"Well, what if the baby was dying?" Natalie argued.

"There's nothing wrong with the baby or you! You can't page me in a panic every time you have a feeling!" Mark exclaimed making gestures with his hands just to show how mad he was at her.

"Oh you married me, deal with it." Natalie snapped at him. "And stop yelling at me." One second she was yelling and then she was crying. "I am a hormone casserole. My body is not my own. And something feels wrong. Everything in my life is always a disaster! I really don't want this to be a disaster." The tears were really and she was feeling like it was going to be ruined for her again. "I-I don't even want to move or breathe. I don't wanna do nothing. I don't... What if I do something and it messes this baby up?" She questioned and looked Mark in the eye. And Mark's heart broke into that second, so he hugged her. A hug being the least he could do to take some of the pain away.

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"Now this is the hard-core machine. The highest resolution there is." Lucy returned to the room bringing in a machine with her with which they could hopefully hear the heartbeat.

"Thank you." Natalie whispered, finally feeling embarrassed by everything that went down with her new OB and well colleague.  

"Now it's almost impossible to find a heartbeat until the eighth week, even with this thing. In fact, I don't even have moms come in until the eighth week because they come in, they don't see a heartbeat, and they freak out, and they camp out on my exam table all day. But since you already camped out here all day, it can't hurt to have another look, right?" Lucy smiled at Natalie, in attempt to calm her nerves.

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"This was a bad idea." Natalie finally realised as Lucy had turned on the machine and she had the monitor against her belly.

"Natalia..." Mark was standing on her side with one hand intertwined with hers and the other resting on her shoulder to show her extra support.

"No, it was stupid." Natalie argued. "She said it's too early. She can't find it yet. It doesn't mean a dead baby. It just means this was really stupid. I am really stupid and emotional and let's go home." She rambled not seeing that right on that monitor she couldn't just see her small baby, but also hear its heartbeat for the very first time.

But Mark noticed. "Honey, I love you, but shut up."

"Oh, my God." Natalie whispered the moment she heard the heartbeat and then she heard it again. Mark squeezed her hand and she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes glimpsing. "That's our baby."

"That's our baby." Mark repeated and let out a chuckle. "That's our baby." He whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead.  

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"So today made me really hungry. I'm feeling up for some chicken" Natalie confessed as Mark unlocked the door and they walked into the living room. "I could make some really quick. Some chicken with pasta."

"No, you won't." Mark argued as he hanged his coat. "You're gonna sit down on that couch and don't move." He pointed and gave Natalie a second before he was just going to lift her up and place her on the couch himself.

"I'll move if I want to." Natalie scoffed finding him ridiculous.

"No, you won't." Mark exclaimed. "You gave me a heart attack today, so you're going to sit down there and do not move."

"Can I breathe?" Natalie yelled.

"What are you guys yelling about? Marriage really kills the love, huh?" Amber walked down the stairs when she heard her mother and Mark yelling at each other. She tried to light up the mood with a joke, too worried that she had to go through her mother getting divorced again.

"She is pregnant and she needs to rest, by doctor's orders." Mark explained to her. "You know, what she wants to do instead? Cook."

"Cook?" Amber gasped.

"Yeah, what's so bad about it?" Natalie raised a single eyebrow at them, worried that they were going to be against her in everything from now on.

"You are gonna sit your ass down there, because that's my baby sister in there" Amber pointed at her mother's belly "and I don't want anything happening to my baby sister!" She yelled and Natalie looked at her with wide eyes. "And if it's not a baby sister, I am warning you, I am moving out." She warned them.

"You heard her!" Mark backed her up.

"Fine. Okay. Fine." Natalie gave in. "But if I have to sit down here  doing nothing, Amber is going to cook and you are going to give me a foot massage."

"Fine, but I am making you broccoli." Amber smirked. "I told you I'd get my revenge for making me eat all that broccoli when I was little." She left the room to start cooking. 

"I love her." Mark chuckled and looked back at Natalie who was glaring at him. "Honey," he leaded her to the couch and wrapped his arms around her shoulder. "I am sorry for yelling, I just also get worried for our baby and you... and..." he paused giving Natalie a sweet look, "we heard the heartbeat today, we are going to be parents. Thank you for making me a dad."

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ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ.

ꜱᴏ ʙᴀʙʏ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ?

ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ!

ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ ᴀᴠᴇʀʏ/ᴀʟᴇx ᴋᴀʀᴇᴠ ꜰɪᴄ ᴛᴡᴏ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ!

ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ <3