Mark looked up as Grace joined him. She smiled. "I'm not sleeping with you."
"Shut up. I want your help. I'm proposing to Bella."
Grace's eyes widened. She grinned. "Oh my god. You're asking her to marry you?" She asked.
"No. I'm proposing that we break up. Of course I'm asking her to marry me," Mark told her. He sighed. "I know what you're thinking. That it's too soon. But I love her."
Grace smiled. She looked to him. "You and Bella have been through so much together. I think you've always been in love with her. And she's always been in love with you. So if you love her, tell her. Say it. And say it loud. Okay?"
"You're full of sentimental advice. Derek teach you that in between quickies in the trailer?" Mark joked.
Grace rolled her eyes. "I'll have you know Sloan, that I am a very inspirational and sentimental person. Now, are we going ring shopping or what?"
Mark nodded and smiled. "You can't tell her. I know you two tell each other everything."
"As if I'd ruin the surprise. How are you going to do it?" Grace asked as she took a sip of the coffee Mark had bought her.
Mark shrugged. "Haven't thought that far ahead. Bella and I... we're not traditional. So I want something unique to us," he told her.
"Let's get the ring first. And then we can figure out how you're going to propose to her," Grace said.
Grace knew how she wanted Bella to be happy. And Mark was doing all he could to make her happy. Which was all she wanted. "Don't hurt her again please. I don't think she'll cope with more heartbreak," she told him.
"I won't. I promise."
****
Mark, Derek and Webber were all standing on Derek's land. Mark smiled. "I've tried to change myself. But Bella is the one who changed me. I love her you know?" He said.
Derek turned to him. "My sister is a good person. Don't hurt her."
"Adele wanted me to change. To retire. Well, I'm still the chief. And this weekend, I'm moving back home," Webber told them.
"Does Adele know that?" Derek asked as he turned to her.
Webber shrugged. "She'll be fine. She was wrong. I was right. And now we're... doing it like bunnies," he said.
"I can change. I can change. I have changed," Mark said. He had gotten the ring for Bella.
"Be who you are. I am who I am. A man. A man who is who he is. I have a right to be that man," Webber said.
Derek said nothing as he smirked. "I'm not gonna say anything. No judging. I'm gonna miss living on the land," he told them both.
"It is a beautiful piece of land."
"Wanna buy it?"
Mark frowned. He turned to him. "You can't sell this land. You have blueprints," he told his friend. He sighed. "This is your living room window. The house that Derek built."
Derek shrugged. "Yeah, well, that's over. I'm thinking about getting a place in town," he told them both.
"But you love this land. This land and ferry boars are who you are," Mark said.
"A man can change. I'm selling the land. And ferry boats crash," Derek said.
****
Bella looked to Grace and smiled. "Are you okay? You don't seem it," she said.
Grace smiled. "I'm good. Are you okay? I know you had the pregnancy scare the other month."
"I'm okay. Mark and I are being careful now. But you know how he is. He can't keep his hands off of me," Bella told her. She smiled. "Derek went to the land. Is everything okay with the blueprints?"
"Yeah I think so. I know he was taking Mark and Chief up there. Manly talk or something," Grace said as she took a sip of her coffee
Bella nodded. She groaned as she saw Rebecca. "I think there's something weird about her," she mumbled.
"Agreed."
****
Bella and Mark were in the on-call room having sеx. Mark was talking dirty to her trying to turn her on even more.
Mark smirked as he kissed her neck. "It's just you and me. And I'm grabbing you, ripping off your clothes. And then you're naked. You're so hot. and naked. and then I start kissing you. Running my hands over your fucking gorgeous body."
Both of them seemed to be into it. Bella was distracted by her pager. "Hold on a minute," she mumbled.
"I'm kissing you like you need to be kissed. and then I pin your hands."
Bella moaned. "Baby. Hold on a minute."
"Above your head. And then I watch as she uses one finger..."
"Hold on a minute! Okay, I'm sorry, 'cause that was good for me ... that was really, really good for me. Good boy. But we have a big trauma coming in downstairs, so, um, we're gonna have to do this the fast way, okay?" Bella said. She looked to him. "I need you to do that to me tonight."
"Oh I will."
****
Bella and Grace joined Mark, Callie and Erica. "Hey, Callie," Mark said. He had told Bella how he had been teasing the Latino about a threesome.
"Hi. Mark. Hello, Erica."
Erica turned to her. "What's the matter with you?" She asked.
Callie shook her head. "Nothing. Just ... n-nothing," she told him.
"You look all hot and bothered."
Callie again shook her head. "NO. It's just ... there's a trauma, and it's really big. That's all. It's big. It's a big trauma," she said.
Bella frowned as she looked to the three of them. "You're acting weird," she said.
Mark smirked. "She uses one finger..."
Bella turned to her boyfriend. She raised her eyebrows. "You're a jerk sometimes. Has anyone ever told you that?" She asked.
"Really big trauma."
"I swear, Torres, it's like you never seen a really big trauma before," Bailey said.
As they turned the corner; the looks on all their faces turned into shock.
Bella was stunned to see a teenage boy, completely encased in cement from the neck down. "Oh, my. Really big trauma," she mumbled as she looked around.
"So how do you want to handle this?" Bailey asked.
"Help me."
"Really big trauma."
"Please. help me," the teenage patient begged.
****
Bella was interviewing the boy's friends about what happened. She wasn't impressed. "You dared him to lay in a vat of cement at a construction site?" She asked.
"We never thought he'd do it. I-it's Andy. He never does anything. He doesn't have the guts, right?"
Bella rolled her eyes. "You just snuck into a construction site and dared your friend..."
"He's not our friend. I mean, the four of us, we're friends. But, uh, he's not really our friend."
"Okay, you dared him to lie down in concrete," Bella said. Knowing she hated dealing with teenagers.
One of his friends shrugged. "Nobody made him do it."
"You're making it sound like we did something wrong."
"How long?"
"What?"
Bella rolled her eyes. "How long did your not friend lay in that vat of cement unable to move before you four geniuses, you band of brothers, you future mother Teresa's... how long did he lay there in that quick drying cement yelling that he couldn't move before you called the police? Yeah. That's what I thought," she said as she stood up and walked off.
****
Derek walked into a patients room where Grace was waiting for him. "Hello."
Beth, the patient smiled to Grace. "Hello. Dr. Grey, is this him?" She asked.
"Him?"
Grace turned to her boyfriend and grinned. "Oh, she has a pet name for you. The Seattle Grace brain butcher," she told him with a cheeky smile.
"Beth."
"I'm sorry."
Derek shook his head and smiled. "Oh, no, no, that's fine. That's me. Hi. Dr. Shepherd. How do you do?" He said.
Beth smiled. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you as well. Pleasure."
Beth looked to Derek. She sighed. "Um, that hand's just for show. So come on, tell me. How does this work?" She asked.
Beth's mom turned to Derek. "You're going to inject a live virus into her tumor?" She asked.
Derek nodded in response. "Mm-hmm."
"And that's safe?"
Derek shrugged and spoke. "Well, the virus is still in testing stages. I've made some adjustments that I hope will destroy the tumor," he told them.
"Hey, tumor destroyers. I like that."
Beth's mom turned to look at Derek again. "Has this ever worked before?"
"No."
"So I'm your lab rat?" Beth asked looking between Derek and Grace.
"Beth."
Beth sighed. "I'm just saying, if this works, my name will go down in the annals of some medical book. That's kinda cool."
Jeremy, another patient was stood in the doorway. Grace noticed how Beth perked up. "Not if I beat you to it."
Derek smiled. He turned back to Beth. "Oh, Beth. This is our other clinical trial patient."
"Jeremy. You didn't call."
Grace frowned as she turned to her boyfriend. "They know each other?" She asked in confusion.
"I thought you backed out?" Beth said as she looked to Jeremy.
"Oh, as if I'd break our pact? Come here," Jeremy said the two kissed.
Grace nodded, answering her own question. "They know each other."
****
Bella was stood with the attendings. George walked in. "Chief, I found an article, but it doesn't say a lot," he said.
Erica looked up. "I can put in a swan-ganz."
Bella shook her head and sighed. "People encased in cement are also usually at the bottom of a river," she said with a shrug.
"That's going a little overboard."
"You are so wrong.
"I'm so wrong? You are wrong."
Mark, who was stood behind Bella spoke. "You two working together on this?" He asked.
"Okay, everybody stand down! We are fighting the clock, people. It took one hour for the kids to call 9-1-1. It took three hours for search and rescue to get this guy cut out of the cement. That gives us less than four to six hours to get him out of e cement and into the O.R. Before he is dead. Now we are figing one hell of a clock. Every minute counts. We work as a team or that man dies. Do you understand?" Webber told them.
"Yes, sir," Mark said. He knew that he more than likely wasn't going to be able to propose tonight.
Erica nodded. "Of course."
George looked to the chief. "Where do you want me, chief?" He asked.
"Go find Meredith Grey and be her intern for the day. I already have too many bodies in the room. What's the patient's name?"
Bella smiled. "Andrew langston."
"Okay, let's go save his life."
****
Andy looked to Mark and frowned. "Hi. What's that?" He asked.
Mark sighed. "I'm pouring vinegar on your flesh to minimize the burns inside your skin caused by the cement," he told him.
"I'm burning from the inside out? I'm dying. I'm dying, aren't I?"
Bella smiled. "Hey, hey, Andrew. That word's not allowed anymore. I'm banning that word from your vocabulary," she said to him.
Callie looked to him. "Can you move your fingers?" She asked. She saw him doing just that. "That's very good."
Andy sighed and looked around. "I'm not usually this dumb. I make the dean's list. I tutor. I'm ... I'm not. I'm not usually the guy who's dumb enough to jump into a tub of cement for a girl."
Bella frowned. "Wait, not the girl you came in with? You did this for her?" She asked.
"Lola. The guys dared me. She was watching. And I, she was watching. And now not only is she totally unimpressed, but now after I'm gone, she'll remember me forever as the idiot who was dumb enough to jump into a tub of cement."
Bailey looked to him. "Hey, come on. We all mess up."
"I'm the guy who jumped in a block of cement trying to impress a girl. I'm like han solo. In "star wars?" Andy said as he looked to Bailey who looked confused. "He was encased in carbonite?"
****
Grace was in therapy. Katherine, the therapist spoke. "You're angry at him ... the chief. But why?"
"Why am I angry at him?" Grace asked as she frowned. She had no idea why she would be angry.
"Because you have opened up your past. It's like you're reliving it all right now. You're angry with him. You're angry with your mother. You're angry with yourself."
Grace rolled her eyes and sighed. "The chief went back to his wife. My mother didn't want to live. I get that. He did what he had to do. She did what she had to do," she said with a shrug.
"Meredith, I don't think your mother wanted to kill herself."
"No, she did."
Katherine shrugged and looked to the blonde. "How can you be sure?"
"How can you be sure she didn't? You weren't there."
"The answer is right in front of you. Think about it."
****
"Oh, God. My poor, poor parents. How would they face anyone at the funeral?" Andrew said. He was panicking.
Bella smiled as she looks to him. "Oh, okay, Andrew, you're gonna make a lot mistakes in your life, but mistakes are ... they're ... they're just pieces. Like this is a foolish piece, but, you know, it's just a piece. You need to be proud of the whole picture. The whole picture defines you, not just this one piece," she told him.
Andrew shook his head. "I'm a loser. I'm a loser. I'm a loser. I'm a loser."
"Come on. Uh, Andrew."
"I'm a loser."
Bailey looked to him. She sighed and smiled. "Andrew. Hey, hey, l-listen to me. Han solo is not a loser. Han solo got encased in carbonite, and ... and that was a big mess, but that's not what he's remembered for. He's remembered as the guy who made the kessel run in less than 12 parsecs and who braved the subzero temperatures of the ice planet hoth in order to save someone he cared about from the big, ugly wampa. He is remembered as the guy who swooped down at the last minute, blasted darth vader out of the sky so that luke could use the force and ... and destroy the damn "death star," okay? Princess leia saved him from the carbonite. and they fell in love and they saved the universe and had twin jedi babies that went on to save the universe again. Right? Now that's the whole picture. The carbonite, it was just a piece, okay?"
Andrew nodded. "Yeah."
The residents looked to Bailey feeling amused.
"What? So I like science fiction. Somebody got a problem with that?"
"No. no."
"It's great," Mark said as he shared a look with Bella whose eyes were twinkling with amusement.
Bella grinned and smiled. "You do you ma'am."
"No, not at all. Cool."
"Do what you doing."
****
Andrew was getting worse. It was getting too close. Callie looked around. "All right, it's at 20 centimeters."
"Inflate the balloon, Shepherd.l
"I am."
Erica rolled her eyes. "All right. So then inflate it more."
Bella nodded. Knowing she didn't like Erica for how she spoke to and treated Mark. "Yes, Dr. Hahn."
"Every time they loosen another piece of concrete, this leg swells even more," Callie told them.
"His pressure is 18."
"All right, does he have a pulse with that? I always did enjoy a good game of twister," Erica told them all.
Bella looked up. "I'm finished. I'm in.l
Erica turned to Bella. "Shepherd, do not sew that in. Hold it. I will check your work when I'm done."
Callie turned to look at Webber. "Chief, I've gotta do a fasciotomy."
Andrew frowned as he looked to the doctors in the room. It was confusing to him. "What? A what?" He asked.
Bella looked to him. "We've got to relieve the pressure in your leg or you could lose the entire limb. Don't worry. You probably won't feel a thing."
"Oh, God."
****
Bella walked over to Lola. She looked to her. "Lola, Andrew's asking for you. Could you come with me, please?" She said.
Lola stood up. She walked over to Bella. "Hey, um, is ... Is he OK?" She asked.
"No, he's not OK. He's stuck in a block of cement. Hardening-by-the-second, concrete cement. How could he be?" She said. She saw how Lola seemingly cared for him. "Wow, you care about him."
Lola nodded. "He's my friend. I ... I know I told you he wasn't, but he's my friend," she whispered.
Bella sighed as she looked to the young girl. "I think he's more than that. And I think you're too proud to admit it to your friends, and maybe to yourself," she told her.
"Mommy, I have a boo-boo. Kiss it better."
Bella turned to him. "Hey, he is in pain, he is scared, and he needs someone he knows to hold his hand."
"Lola, hold my hand."
Bella scoffed. She rolled her eyes. "Screw what they think. This matters. They don't," she said as she looked to Lola.
Lola shook her head. She was feeling guilty. "I can't help him."
"You're gonna hate yourself for this later. You're gonna hate yourself for this, and you'll be right."
****
Grace looked to Derek and sighed. She smiled as she took his hand. "We'll get it right with Beth," she told him.
Derek shook his head. "She lost the love of her life. You encourage her to surgery?" He said.
"Encourage her not to?"
"Not me with the big ego, it's you. You backed me into a corner."
Grace was confused. She looked to her boyfriend. "What was I supposed to do?" She asked.
"I can't."
"Derek."
Derek shook his head. He couldn't do it. "She's a kid."
Meredith looked to him. She sighed. "Who's gonna die without surgery," she told him.
Derek turned to look at Grace. "She'll die with surgery. What you and I do. We kill things over and over and over again. We've killed 1 2 people, and now, because of you, I will kill a 13th. Surgery's over, we're done. Don't wanna work with you, see you, talk to you. We're done," he said as he turned and walked off.
****
Bella smiled as she looked to Andy. She felt bad for him. "OK, Andy, we're ready to begin," she told him.
"Wait. Is she? Lola?" Andrew asked as he looked around.
Bella sighed. She shook her head. "She ... I couldn't find her. She went to eat or something," she said. She knew she was lying. But she couldn't handle the idea that she had to tell him how Lola didn't want to be there.
"We to start the catheter. OK. Now, you're gonna feel some pressure," Bailey said.
The firefighters start chopping off pieces of the cement.
Andy sighed. He shook his head. "She didn't go to eat. She just didn't want to come, right? Lola likes to hang out with me. Or she did ... used to. Before I did this. Once, she almost ... There coulda been a kiss, but I chickened out. Well, maybe you don't need to be kissing her. No, I do. I do. I do need to be kissing her. My whole life is about kissing her."
"Catheter's in. Guys are on their last piece of cement."
Andrew turned to Bella. "Thank God. The hard part's over, right? The hard part's over?" He asked.
"Get a crash cart ready. I've got calcium, D-50 and insulin."
"Ready."
Andrew turned to Bella. He frowned. "The hard part is over?" He asked.
Bella sighed. She smiled. "Okay, there is a chance that when the nice gentlemen take off the final piece of cement there, on your abdomen, the toxins that have been building up underneath the concrete will rush to your heart, and you'll crash. You ... Your heart will stop, and you'll stop breathing. But, no, there's no need to make that face because we will restart your heart, and we will put in a tube that will breathe for you and rush you to the OR. We are good at what we do. Just, if you see the warm, welcoming light, do not go into it," she told him.
Andrew looked scared. Bella turned to the other doctors in the room. "I'm staying by his side. He needs someone," she told them. Knowing that this young boy needed someone there for him.
"Let's go."
Webber nodded. "OK, we're gonna do this on three. OK. One. Watch the leads. Two. Three," he said as The doctors removed the cement and the predictions come true. "There he goes."
Mark looked around. "Clear his airway."
"All right. One. Two. Three. Easy, easy, easy," Webber said as he wanted to save the young boy.
"Push the lidocaine."
"Bailey."
Bailey nodded. "Got the intubation."
"Go."
Andrew was transferred to a gurney. CPR was started. Bella stood there and watched. Just hoping that he was going to be okay.
****
Mark walked into the on call room. He saw Bella sitting there. "You're supposed to sit down. That's what the breaks are for. We're on our feet. Rest your legs," he said.
"My legs are good."
Mark smiled as he joined her. "Inappropriate, don't you think, thinking about sex during surgery? Just saying what I've been witnessing all day," he told her.
Bella sighed. She smiled a little. "This poor kid's entire body was encased in cement. His legs are crushed, his vessels and nerves cut off completely, and still ... I was turned on. This entire time I've been turned on because of you and your dirty talk."
Mark looked to her. "I want to take you somewhere tonight. Just you and me," he told her as he kissed her lips.
Bella nodded. "Okay. Sounds good. You're not breaking up with me are you?" She asked.
"No. I have something for you."
****
Derek saw Grace pacing. He saw the candles and frowned. "Gracie?"
Grace was pacing back and forth. "Stupid, corny, idiotic. I cannot believe I did this. Stupid loser. Son of a ... I could be at home instead of..."
"Grace."
Grace turned to see him there. Knowing she was relieved to see him.
"Where have you been? I've been waiting and waiting for you, and I did this stupid, embarrassing, humiliating, corny thing, and I was gonna tell you that this here is our kitchen and this is our living room, and that's the room where our kids could play. I had this thing, "I was gonna build us a house," but I don't build houses. I'm a surgeon. And now I'm here feeling like a lame-ass loser. I got all whole and healed, and you don't show up. It's ruined because you took so long. And I couldn't even find that bottle of champagne," Grace ranted.
Derek held up the bottle and smiled. He walked closer to her. "This is the kitchen? Living room? Little small. I think the view is much better from here. And that's the room where the kids are gonna play? Where's our bedroom?" He asked.
Grace pouted. "I'm still mad at you, and I don't know if I trust you. I want to, but I don't know if I do. I'm just gonna try. I'm gonna try and trust you. I believe that we can be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart, and I wanna be ..."
Derek walked up to her. He kissed her. After a couple of seconds, he pulled away. "I have to go."
"What?"
Derek smiled. "In order to kiss you the way I want to kiss you, in order to do more than kiss you, I want my conscience clear so that I can do more than kiss you," he said as he smiled. "Stay here. Don't move. Wait for me."
Grace nodded. "Okay. I-I built us a candle house. In case that wasn't obvious!" She called after him.
****
Bella smiled as Mark pulled up outside the house. She got into the car and looked to him. "Where are we going?" She asked as she kissed his cheek.
Mark grinned. "It's a surprise."
Bella smiled and nodded. She rested her hand on his thigh as he drove. She frowned as she saw him driving up a rocky hill. "What's going on?" She asked. She was confused as to what was going on.
"Follow me baby."
Bella reluctantly got out of the car. Mark took her hand and led her further up the hill. Bella smiled as she saw the view. It was of Seattle. "Oh wow. This is... I've never been here before," she said.
Mark kissed her lips. "This view isn't bad. But you're the prettiest thing," he said as he got down on one knee. "Bella."
Bella turned to look at him. She frowned. "Mark?" She asked quietly.
Mark grinned. "I know we've been through a lot. We've overcome all of that. And I can't imagine not having you. I don't want to flirt with anyone. I don't want to be with anyone. I want to build a future with you. I want us to have perfect babies that look like you. I want us to have our own house. But I'm not building one. That will be too long."
"Mark? What are you doing?" Bella asked. She had tears pouring down her cheeks.
Mark smiled. "Isabella Rose Shepherd. You are the one woman who's always seen the real me. Everyone sees me as a manwhore. You see me as Sloan. I can't imagine waking up anymore and you're not there. So, will you marry me?" He asked.
Bella wiped away the tears. She nodded. "Yeah."
Mark stood. He placed the ring on her finger and smiled. "I'm going to make you so happy baby. I promise," he said.
Bella kissed him deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "We're getting married!" She said as she kissed him again.
****
Bella and Mark went back to his hotel. Mark knew he was going to be getting sex. And he didn't want anyone to hear them. Especially as Bella had been all over him.
Even when they were having dinner, she had been touching him. Not that he would complain. Once inside she began taking his clothes off, stopping him each time he reached for the buttons running up the center of her dress.
When he was down to his boxer briefs she dropped to her knees and pulled him free.
He made a light whimper, biting his lower lip as he watched her place him in her mouth.
Looking up at him, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. He reached his hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair.
Bella released him, licking around his length and then took him back into her mouth, bobbing even deeper. Mark tightened his grip on her hair but left her in control.
"Beautiful." He groaned when she took part of him down her throat and held him there for as long as she could before pulling off to gasp for air.
She repeated the maneuver three more times, holding him longer with each pass.
Mark's hips bucked and the grip on her hair tightened, stopping her from continuing longer. He gently pulled to get her to her feet, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he walked her towards her bed, and spun her so her back pressed against his chest.
Holding her firmly in place with his left arm, he reached his right hand under the skirt of her dress and into her underwear, kissing her neck when she softly moaned.
Bella's arms lifted, reaching to hold onto the back of his head as she twisted to kiss him.
He used his ministrations to gauge her readiness, all while inching her closer to the bed.
Once he was satisfied he pushed her to all fours and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. "Don't move."
Her heart raced as she waited, glancing over her shoulder when she heard him fumbling with a box.
Mark quickly slid the condom on and moved behind her. He lifted her dress pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.
"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.
"You okay?" The question had sounded sincere, but he hadn't slowed down.
"Yeah... uh huh." The breathy words were more moaned that spoken drawing a smirk from the man plowing into her.
Mark's pace had leveled out compared to his abrupt entry. He appeared content with the position, something Bella wouldn't complain about since she was a fan herself.
His fingers slid to the front of her dress, slowly unfastening the buttons.
His arm slipped around her waist, continuing to thrust as he pulled her so that her back pressed against his chest allowing him to tug the dress free from her arms and toss it to the floor.
Bella dropped to the bed again, groaning into her pillow when she felt her bra loosen around her ribcage.
She wiggled it off, shoving the garment in the general direction of the floor.
More of his body weight pressed against her, an adjustment that only made each thrust feel more intense, as hands slid up her torso.
She whimpered when her nipples were tweaked, bucking her hips against him.
He pinched slightly harder and she groaned, grumbling incoherently into the pillow.
Mark's hand gripped her hair, tugging to elevate her head. "What was that?"
"Do it again Sloan."
He chuckled, dropping his hold on her hair as his hands returned to her nipples. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, using the bouncing of her hips as a blueprint. When he began circling the puckered peaks, much like he would a clit,
her body stilled and her chest lifted for better access. Her moaning increasing in volume until he felt her tighten around him.
Mark lessened the touch as he coaxed her down, giving into his own release when she was close to collapsing on the bed.
Bella moaned as Mark pulled out of her. She grinned. "I think we need to get engaged more often," she said as she kissed down his bare chest.
"Once is enough. Especially as I have you. I love you Bella."
"Love you too."
****
Derek and Grace were lying in bed in the trailer. Grace smiled. "I'd like to think I'm different to my mom. Do you think that I'm like her?" She asked.
"I think you're amazing the way you are."
"I want a life with you Derek. I want it all with you," Grace told him as she kissed his lips.
Derek knew how he wanted everything with her. But would it work?
****
Bella sat and watched as Mark slept. She smiled knowing how she was happy. But she had no idea how things were about to flipped upside down.
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AUTHORS NOTE!
Okay I know it may be a little too soon for them to be engaged. But there's a storyline in season 5 that requires them to be engaged
xo