Now or Never โžผ Mark Sloan

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๐—•๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ฎ ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐—ฆ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๏ฟฝ... More

๐—–๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜
๐—”๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—น (๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†)
๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ข๐—ฎ๐—ธ (๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—œ ๐——๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐——๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€)
๐—Ÿ๐—ฉ๐—”๐—— (๐Ÿญ๐Ÿณ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€)
๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ (๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐— ๐˜† ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป)
๐—•๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜๐˜† ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น (๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜†)
๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜† (๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—œ ๐—”๐—บ)
๐— &๐—  (๐—ข๐—ต, ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—š๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—น๐˜)
๐— ๐—ฐ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต (๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—”๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜)
๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป (๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—”๐˜ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ป)
๐—˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐— ๐—ฒ (๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฆ๐—ผ ๐—–๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ฒ)
๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜ (๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐˜… ๐——๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€)
๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—˜๐˜…๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€)
๐—ง๐—ผ๐˜…๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€ (๐—ช๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป' ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ป')
๐—”๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ (๐—ช๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—•๐—ฒ ๐—ข๐—ธ๐—ฎ๐˜† (๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ž๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐— ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ฒ)
๐— ๐—ฐ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐˜†๐Ÿฎ.๐Ÿฌ
๐—˜๐˜…๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜€ (๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐Ÿญ-๐Ÿฎ-๐Ÿฏ)
๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—จ๐—ฝ (๐——๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐—”๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐˜ ๐—”๐—น๐—น?)
๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐˜† (๐—” ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐˜€ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ)
๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ธ'๐˜€ ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ (๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ/๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป)
๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—›๐—ถ๐—บ (๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐— ๐—ถ๐˜… ๐—จ๐—ฝ๐˜€ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ธ (๐—›๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—˜๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†)
๐—š๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป'๐˜€ ๐—˜๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—ž๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—™๐˜‚ ๐—™๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜? (๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด)
๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—จ๐—ฝ? (๐—–๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ต ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ฒ - ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ข๐—ป๐—ฒ)
๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ (๐—–๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ต ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐— ๐—ฒ - ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ง๐˜„๐—ผ)
๐—›๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ (๐—Ÿ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€ ๐—ข๐—ป ๐— ๐—ฒ)
๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป (๐—ฃ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐— ๐˜† ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜)
๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐˜… ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐— ๐—ฒ? (๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜€ ๐Ÿญ&๐Ÿฎ)
๐—ฅ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ (๐——๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—” ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—ข๐—ณ ๐— ๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐Ÿญ&๐Ÿฎ)
"๐—œ'๐—น๐—น ๐—–๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚" (๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—™๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ & ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ช๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ)
๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐— ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฑ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ผ '๐—œ' ๐—œ๐—ป ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ)
"๐—œ ๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ถ๐—บ" (๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ ๐——๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ)
๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ด๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—ฅ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—จ๐—ฝ)
๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐— ๐—ผ๐—บ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—•๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ)
๐—ฅ๐—ผ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฒ ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐˜€ (๐—œ๐—ป ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐—›๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ)
๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜† (๐—”๐—น๐—น ๐—•๐˜† ๐— ๐˜†๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ)
๐—ฉ.๐—œ.๐—ฃ (๐—ช๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ช๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ)
๐— ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ง๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป (๐—ฆ๐˜†๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐˜† ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—น)
๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ (๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป & ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ข๐˜‚๐˜)
๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ธ'๐˜€ ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—น (๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—”๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—™๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐˜€ (๐—”๐—ป ๐—›๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜ ๐— ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ)
๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ฎ (๐—œ ๐—ช๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—™๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ)
๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป๐˜€ (๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—•๐˜† ๐— ๐—ฒ)
๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ (๐—ฆ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—”๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—™๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ (๐—ก๐—ผ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐—”๐˜ ๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜†)
"๐—œ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐——๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€" (๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐——๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐——๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜€)
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐— ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—œ๐—ป ๐—ง๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐˜€ (๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—™๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€)
๐—๐—ผ๐—ต๐—ป ๐——๐—ผ๐—ฒ (๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—š๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ข'๐— ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜† (๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐— ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐— ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—œ๐—ป (๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฏ๐˜†๐—ฒ)
๐—–๐˜‚๐˜๐˜€ (๐—œ ๐—”๐—น๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐—™๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐˜†'๐˜€ ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป' ๐— ๐—ฒ)
"๐—œ ๐—ช๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ" (๐—ง๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ข๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป)
๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ (๐—œ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป)
๐—œ๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€ & ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ง๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐˜€ (๐—š๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ)
๐—™๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ & ๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ธ'๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ป (๐—œ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ)
๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—”๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ (๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—›๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†)
๐— ๐˜† ๐——๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ (๐—›๐—ผ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐—ฒ)
"๐—œ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—จ๐—ฝ" (๐—•๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ)
๐—œ ๐— ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—›๐—ถ๐—บ (๐—œ ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฆ๐—ผ ๐— ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—•๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ)
๐—œ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜)
๐—ฆ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—ป'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„๐˜€ (๐—ฉ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ)
"๐—œ ๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—™๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—จ๐˜€" (๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ต)
"๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฏ๐˜†๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐˜…" (๐—ฆ๐˜†๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐˜† ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€)
"๐—œ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚" (๐—›๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ, ๐—Ÿ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ & ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—›๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ)
๐—ง๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—”๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป (๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐˜† ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ)
๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„๐˜€ (๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜†)
"๐—ช๐—ฒ'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ข๐—ธ๐—ฎ๐˜†" (๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—”๐—น๐—น ๐—›๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€)
๐—•๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ฎ'๐˜€ ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„๐˜€ (๐—ช๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—œ'๐—บ ๐—•๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐—”๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป)
๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ (๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐˜†๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—บ)
๐—”๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ (๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ)
๐—ก๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐˜† ๐—•๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐˜€ (๐—”๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป)
๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐— ๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐—ช๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—œ๐˜ ๐—ข๐˜‚๐˜ (๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—”๐˜ ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ)
๐—”๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ (๐——๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—บ & ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐— ๐—ฒ ๐—จ๐—ฝ)
๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜†๐—ป ๐—ฆ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—ป (๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐——๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—ฒ)
๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜† (๐—ฃ.๐—ฌ.๐—ง ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐˜† ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€ (๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ)
๐—”๐˜„๐—ธ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ (๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—›๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ผ ๐—œ๐˜)
๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ (๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฒ (๐—ช๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ช๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด)
๐— ๐˜† ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ (๐—œ ๐—ช๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ)
๐—ฉ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ

"๐—ช๐—ฒ'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—”..." (๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด'๐˜€ ๐—š๐—ผ๐˜๐˜๐—ฎ ๐—š๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ)

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By _X_Sammii_X_

Bella shook Mark awake. She looked to him and smiled. "So we find out today. If we're having a boy or a girl," she said as she pulled the duvet over her.

Mark nodded and smiled. He wrapped Bella in his arms. He kissed her lips. "I know. I think we're going to have a boy."

"Yeah? I think a girl," Bella said as she yawned. She smiled as she felt Mark's hands on her stomach. "You okay?" She asked.

Mark nodded. He sighed and held her close. "I love you. I just don't want to hurt you," he told her.

"You won't. I trust you completely," Bella said as she laid her head on his chest. She looked to him and smiled. "We're gonna be fine. I think."

"You think?"

Bella nodded. "Well this baby is half me, half you. So we're doomed if they're anything like us," she told him as she grinned.

"Good point."

"We're gonna be okay. We're Bella and Mark. We're always okay," Bella said as she looked to him.

Bella moved under the duvet. She grinned as she pulled his boxers down.

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."

"Babe..." Bella mumbled. She looked to him. "Please. I need you."

Mark lifted her shirt 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 Erin 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.

Mark 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. Warren'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 and Mark were sitting in OB. Mark was skipping the morning meeting as they were finding out the gender of their baby. "You sure you don't wanna be at the meeting?" She asked.

Mark shook his head and smiled. "Why would I want to be there when I'm here with you," he told her.

Bella smiled. She took a deep breath. "Every time we have an appointment, I always worry that there's something wrong. That we're not going to hear the heartbeat," she said.

Mark rolled his eyes and smiled. "Well you know you're being silly. Our baby is gonna be fine. They have you as their mom. So it's going to be okay," he told her as he kissed her lips.

Bella sighed and smiled. She knew how Mark was always reassuring her. But part of her was always worried that there was something wrong with the baby.

"Bella?"

Bella and Mark stood. They walked into the room. Bella got onto the bed. Mark took her hand. The OB looked to them both. "Okay. So you're sixteen weeks today. Let's see if we can see what baby is," she said.

After a few examinations, the OB put the gel onto Bella's stomach. A few moments later, the baby's heartbeat was heard. Mark never took his eyes off of the screen as he saw his baby there.

Bella saw the look on Mark's face. She smiled. The OB nodded. "Okay Bella, the baby is a little underweight for what we would expect for this time. But they are a healthy. The weight isn't really a concern at the moment."

Bella frowned. "Okay? I'm eating all the right foods and taking it easy."

"This isn't anything to worry about at the moment. The baby will gain weight. Did you want to know the sex?" The OB asked as she looked to them.

Both Bella and Mark nodded. The OB smiled. "You're having a-."

****

Grace smiled up as Bella walked over to her. "Hey. How did it go this morning?" She asked.

Bella nodded. "The baby is underweight. Is that my fault? I mean, I'm doing everything I can."

Grace smiled and shook her head. "No honey. These things happen. Your baby is going to be okay. Besides you're tiny yourself. Did you find out what you're having?"

"Yeah. We know."

"And?"

Bella smiled and winked. "You'll have to wait," she said as she looked to her.

"Isabella!"

"Grace."

Jackson walked over and looked to Bella and Grace. "Shepherd, Grey, who are you with today?" He asked.

"Shepherd."

"New Robbins. I miss old Robbins. New Robbins pisses me off," Bella said.

Jackson groaned. "Damn it. I've already blown it with Shepherd. I can't ask him. Uh ... Bailey. I haven't blown it with her yet."

April turned to them. "He thinks no one wants to work with him," she told them.

"Are they saying that or are you saying that?" Lexie asked.

"Here you go, doctor."

Jackson turned to April. "Who are you with again?" He asked.

"Karev. Uh, I mean stark."

"No, you meant Karev."

April shook her head. "I..."

"And you don't want to go there," Jackson told her as he looked to her.

April rolled her eyes. "You don't know where I'm going."

Bella raised her eyebrows. She looked to her. "He's right. You don't want to go there. As someone who has been there, you don't want to go there," she told her.

April shook her head. "I'm not ... I'm not going anywhere," she said.

Lexie nodded. "He's not the guy for you. Okay? Trust me. And don't be paranoid. Trust me on that, too."

Lexie walked off as Bella and Grace turned to Jackson. April frowned. "It's okay for you to go there?"

"I'm a guy. I live there."

****

Bella was stood with Alex as they spoke to the parents. Bella smiled. "We'll bring your baby up soon," she said.

"Lisa. Her name is Lisa."

Alex nodded and doooe against The donor was an adult, so the liver will actually be split between your baby..."

"Lisa. Sorry. We read that if the doctor knows your baby's name, it helps you to kind of bond with her. We read that's important," the mom said.

The father looked to the doctors. "Will Dr. Stark be splitting the liver in situ? We know that ex vivo takes less time, but we also read that in situ gives better results. W- we're not trying to tell you how to do your job, we..."

April smiled. "Oh, no, no, no, of course not. Please don't apologize. We'll find out for you," she told them.

Bella walked up to Stark. "One second. Yeah, you want to blow up as many of those guys as you can."

Bella rolled her eyes. "Dr. Stark."

"There you go. You got it. You got it."

"Dr. Stark, uh, can you come talk to the Collises, please?" Bella said as she looked to him.

"Oh!"

"They've got a lot of questions," Bella said. Knowing she really didn't like him.

Stark nodded. "Yeah, I gotta check on that kid's harvest team. Did you ever hang glide?"

"What? I... no? I don't like heights," Bella said.

"It's apparently a very good way to become a liver donor."

Bella rolled her eyes. "Wait, sir, are you splitting the liver In the body or ex vivo? The parents want to know," she told him.

Stark nodded. "Okay. Those folks have been spending a little too much time Consulting Dr. Internet. Listen, just hold their hands, let them feel smart, and tell them I am busy getting their baby a liver," he told her.

Bella scoffed. "Her name's Lisa."

****

Lexie was talking to Derek who was in the doorway of an on call room. "Yeah. Okay, but I don't understand. I'm on your service," she said.

Derek shook his head. "I don't need you. The craniotomy's been canceled. I don't have anything for the rest of the day," he told her.

Lexie nodded. "So what am I supposed to do now?" She asked as she looked to him.

Derek shrugged. "Go study."

"Study what?"

"I don't care, Lexie. Go somewhere else."

Derek closed the door on her and goes back to kissing his wife.

Grace frowned. "Wh ... Oh, my God. Mm. How do we have time for this?" She asked.

"We have to make time for this."

Grace looked to him. "But I think you should talk to Bella," she said as Derek kissed her.

"What? Why?"

"Because. She's had a hard day!"

"She's tough. She's fine," Derek told her as he kissed her lips.

"But-."

There was suddenly a knock at the door. Derek groaned. "Oh, my God. Lexie," he said as he opened the door. "What?"

"I'm looking for Dr Grace Grey."

Derek closed the door. He turned back to Grace. "What did you and Bella do?" He asked.

****

Bella had just finished in the surgery with Lisa. She sighed knowing how hard surgeries on babies always was.

She knew how she was adamant that she was going to do all she could to become a great doctor. But sometimes it all got too much.

Mark walked over to her. He kissed her lips and smiled. "Do you know how hard it is to not tell everyone what we're having," he said.

Bella smiled. "I know. Grace asked me. And I wanted to tell her. But part of me wants to wait until I've given birth."

"Maybe we can tell Derek and Grace?"

"You'd be okay telling them?" Bella asked as she looked to him.

Mark nodded. He held her close and sighed. "I know you're worried about the baby. But it's all okay," he told her.

"You're not blaming me?"

"What? Why would I?" Mark said as he kissed her. He smiled. "I've been reading up. These things can happen. Our baby is going to be okay."

Bella wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you. More than you'll know," she said as she kissed him and walked off.

****

The party at Cristina's house has begun. Jackson's drinking in the kitchen. Meredith, Teddy, and Owen soon arrived.

Mark looked up to them. "Welcome. Wine's on the table, beer's in the fridge," he said.

Owen frowned. "I have a fridge?" He asked as he looked around.

Mark nodded. "And since you actually live here, I'll hand over the hosting duties to you," he told him. He saw the look on Bella's face.

"Where's Cristina?" Owen asked.

Mark shrugged. "Haven't seen her, which is sort of rude. Torres might know. Hang on," he said.

Mark walked over to Callie. "Callie, Yang say where she was?" He asked.

Callie looked up. "Oh, um ... Can I move in with you?"

Mark smiled. "That might be the rebound talking."

Callie shook her head. "Not like that. Not that. Just until I can get rid of the subletter in my place. I'm starting from scratch, and I don't... I don't want to do it alone. Can't I be alone with you and Bella?" She said.

Mark frowned and looked to her. "This a riddle?" He asked.

Callie shook her head and smiled. "No. I'm drunk. Come on. Can I?" She asked.

"Sure," Mark said. Not even thinking about Bella at that moment in time. Knowing his friend needed him.

"Yay."

Mark walked over to Bella. He took her to one side and smiled. "Callie's moving in for a while," he told her.

Bella frowned. "Excuse me?"

"She needs us doll. She's got no one," Mark said as he looked to her. He saw the look on her face. "What?"

Bella shook her head. "I'm pregnant Mark! And you want me to live with your ex sex friend? That's messed up! Mark..."

"Why are you being unreasonable?" Mark asked.

Bella looked to him in disbelief. "I'm being unreasonable? Mark, I'm having a baby. We don't have the room for Callie! I love her, I do. But there's no space for her," she told him.

Mark sighed. "The baby is gonna be in with us for a few months. She'll be back in her own place soon enough. You're being selfish."

Bella shook her head. "If you want to live with her then that's fine. I'm not. I get you want to help your friend. But I thought me, you and the baby came first," she told him as she turned and walked off.

****

Grace looked up as Bella walked in. She had her bags with her. "Bella? What happened?" She asked.

"Mark told Callie she could move in. We're having a baby. And he does this?" Bella mumbled.

Grace sighed and held her close. She smiled. "You know you're always welcome here. Your room is untouched. I won't let anyone touch it," she told her.

But would Bella and Mark be able to get through this hurdle? Or would things get too much?

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