Alexandra 'Lexie' Caroline Grey-Sloan. Resident with a photographic memory at Seattle Grace Mercy West. Wife of Mark Sloan, mother to Kensington 'Kensi' Jane, and sister to Meredith Grey.
This is now a one x one role play blog.
After one month with Nolan, Mark found himself fully convinced he and Lexie had an easy baby. Nolan would sleep for decent amounts of time, he didn’t fuss too badly when it came time to eat or do something else. His parents could only hope this would stay the same for a long time. One of the things Mark found himself grateful for came in the form of Kensi loving her little brother. Sure she was only a little over a year old, but Kensi decided she would help with everything. The stubborn nature had come out when she decided her parents were doing something her brother not might like (or she didn’t) and made it well known that it wouldn’t fly with her. Mark loved his kids more and more every day.
“I don’t understand why the stupid buttons don’t work. All you have to do is press this little hatch thingy here and bam!” Mark mutters as he tries to set up the stroller. Recently the couple had invented in a double stroller, they hadn’t taken Nolan anywhere other than the doctor yet and needed the stroller, so now Mark trying to figure the thing out. Picking it up by the handles, Mark tried to just shake the crap out of the thing. Hoping that it might cause the stroller to pop out and open. Unluckily for him it does not. Spotting Lexie and his kids, he talks shaking his head “so I can’t figure this thing out. It says you’re suppose to press a thing and then pull while stepping on another thing but it doesn’t work.” He says shaking the stroller for emphasis.
When she is able to find her husband, Lexie is amused to see that he is having some trouble with the double stroller that they had had gotten since they still had two small children and Kensi wasn’t quite old enough to walk around on her own (the little girl would tire herself out more than likely). “Funny daddy!” She does her very best to try and keep from laughing at their daughter’s words and instead she just continues forward. “Here, take Nolan.” She says as she passed the little boy over to him and releasing Kensington’s hand a second later.
“Kensi, sweetheart. Your father might be a plastic surgeon, but you’ll pretty quickly that he’s met his match when it comes to anything baby related.” She commented as she braced her foot on one of the bottom bars of the stroller before pressing a small button on the side of the stroller while pulling the handle up to finally open the stroller with a confident smile on her face. “It was entertaining watching you try though, Mark.” She teased in his direction. “But I think we have a very eager little girl who wants to get to the park, isn’t that right Kens?”
“You have to be the calmest baby, Nolan.” Lexie commented as she lifted the little boy up from the changing table he’d been resting on as she’d gotten him dressed for their big day out. Their little boy was now a full month old and Lexie felt that it was safe enough to take the little boy out for the first time, though she was taking every precaution as she grabbed the small baseball themed blanket as well to use to cover him up once they were outside. Nolan was a relatively calm baby as they had come to see. He cried but not nearly as much as their daughter had, he was just content to have someone hold him and that was all the little boy seemed to need.
As she cradled the little boy close and made her way downstairs, she had barely stepped foot onto the main level of the house before her daughter was standing in front of her and tugging on the leg of her mother’s pants until Lexie looked down at her. The little girl was tugging on her pants leg with one hand and trying to play with the small clip in her hair with the other. “Don’t you look beautiful, baby girl.” Lexie greeted as she adjusted Nolan in her hold to reach down and take her daughter’s hand, leading the little girl into the living room. Kensington toddled along beside her mother, not letting go of Lexie’s hand. “Where’s your Daddy at, hmm?”
As Lexie reaches up to kiss him, Mark moves down, meeting her halfway to press a kiss to her lips. Right here in this house, Mark had everything that he ever wanted. “I do,” he points out. For some reason Mark felt a need to thank his wife. To just remind her over and over again about how he felt. This woman, this beautiful woman standing in front of Mark, had put him back together and changed him so much throughout the years. “I love you and I love our family.” They had a perfect family, two beautiful children and they were happy. Actually happy, and it felt amazing.
Mark remembers a conversation a year ago. When she told him she wanted to give him a boy, and just thinks of all the conversations after involving that. Even with six weeks apart, she wanted a baby that looked like her husband. “He’s gonna be sandy blonde like I used to be,” Mark says with a smile. Growing up his hair had progressively gotten darker, but he had started with blonde hair, just like the fuzz on Nolan’s head. “Something tells me that we will have a lot of stress when the two of them are in high school,” Mark adds with a smile.
“I know you do and we all love you too.” While their daughter could voice her feelings for the most part, their son obviously couldn’t but Lexie was well aware of the fact that he did love them as well. They had escaped the hell that Seattle had put them on what seemed like a daily basis and were finally able to just enjoy a slow paced life that didn’t revolve around danger all the time. They didn’t have to worry about something happening to their children because of some cursed hospital, they were finally free from all of that and while Lexie missed their family and friends; she wouldn’t trade the life they had now for anything in the world.
“Well I like how you look now.” She commented as she smiled up at him. “I always love how you look, except when you tried to dye your hair…that wasn’t one of your best moments.” She teased at him, poking his side playfully as she wrinkled her nose at him. “But we aren’t going to have any stress, you will – maybe this is payback for how you were in high school….”
The plane crash was one of those defining moments in their lives. Something that no matter how long they lived, they wouldn’t be forgetting it anytime soon. Lexie and him both had scars, physical and emotional. A perfect straight line scar ran down his chest, a sign of the multiple chest surgeries he had to endure. “I thought… That I would never see you again. When the plane started to fall, I turned around to look at you. I wanted to get up and move to you. I hoped that maybe it would be enough to protect you. And then the back of the plane came off… I thought… I thought I had lost you.” He says with a shaky breath.
Wiping the years from Lexie’s cheeks he looks at her. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted. I wasn’t the best guy and we both know that. But I met you, and I wanted to become this better guy. You have me a family lex. I have you and these kids and we live this wonderful life.” He runs on of his hands through her hair before speaking again. “Thank you. For all of this. For our two beautiful children, for loving me, for letting me love you, for forgiving me when I don’t deserve it and taking me back. Thank you.” He says with years filling the corner of his eyes.
Lexie could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she listened to Mark thank her for everything that she had given him. She reached up, placing a hand on either side of his face and rising up on her toes to meet him for a kiss just as they always had to do. “You don’t have to thank me for anything.” She said with a smile as she dropped back to her normal height and she was able to look up at him now. “I love you, you know that and I love our children – I’ve never been as happy as I am now, Mark.”
Just thinking of their children brought on a happiness that Lexie thought she would never experience but she was getting the chance with Mark and their children. “Nolan looks so much like you.” She commented as she thought of the little boy sleeping just down the hall. “I got my baby with your eyes.” She grinned up at him. “I have a feeling he’ll be giving the girls some trouble when he’s older.”
Following Lexie’s lead, Mark walks with her out of Kensi’s room and into their own. Taking one last glance at his daughter before doing such. When they reach their room, he wraps his arms around her as well. The two of them were one of those couples who needed the physical contact. It seemed no matter what, they always were touching in some way. In moments of anxiousness, Mark remembers reaching for her hand or her side. Just something to calm himself down. Their physical contact was how they had always been if he really thought about it. It would take him wrapping his arms around her, or pressing a kiss to her forehead to calm her down when she got worked up. He loved it and in all honesty wouldn’t change it for a second.
The crash was not something they would ever forget. That day remained plastered in his mind. He could never forget the look of his now wife laying under the plane. “You attribute that to having me there. I can’t even imagine what would have happened if you… if I hadn’t of heard you scream later.” He pauses as that crosses his mind. Lexie had let out this blood curdling shriek and it made him want to fight and live. “I heard that and I knew you were alive. If you could make it through that then you could make it through anything. And I knew you would be okay, you made me want to fight. To find some way to live and be with you. So it’s thanks to you that I’m standing here ad we have two kids.”
Thinking about the crash was one of the hardest things for either of them to do. It had left them both with permanent scars and there was nothing that they could do to erase that day from their minds, it was forever engrained in their minds. “I was so scared I was going to die.” She admitted with tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes before she buried her head into his chest to hide her eyes from him. “I thought I was seeing you for the last time and you were going to have to watch me die and I…”
Lexie cut off there as she found herself unable to speak for a few moments, the tears clogging her throat and leaving her with nothing. “I thought about everything we would never get to have but you’ve made it all possible Mark, you’ve given me everything I could have ever imagined and so much more.” She lifted her eyes back up to see him, a smile breaking out across her face. “You asked me to marry you and we have these two beautiful children, that’s all because of you. You’re the reason we have Kensington tucked in bed right now and we were able to bring Nolan home.”
“I’m perfectly capable of letting you help. Don’t worry. You can do all the diaper changes you want.” Mark teases with a smile on his face. Moving to New York meant good things for them. Here in Manhattan, he had chief of surgery, bad things weren’t supposed to happen here. It was their safe haven. Bad things stayed in Seattle and they wanted that to be the way their life worked. Good things belonged in New York. That’s what both of them wanted to believe. Their son had been born here. Reaching Kensi’s room, Mark lays her down on the bed and pulls the blanket up over the little girl to tuck her in and presses a kiss to her head.
Just like that, Lexie’s full of emotions and crying. It’s her post pregnancy hormones and he knows it. But still, he feels had knowing that she’s upset about this. Of course Kensi won’t wake up, she could sleep through most anything. Wrapping his arms around his wife he wipes the tears off her face, and presses a kiss to her forehead before he talks. “Kensi will always be our baby. It doesn’t matter how old she is. Kensi was the first baby we brought home from the hospital. She’s ours, and no matter if she’s five days, five years old, or fifty, she will be our baby.” A part of Mark wondered if he would live to see her turn fifty, most people did, but he was older. Would he see his kids turn 30? It was an always pressing question in his mind. “We have this life together that I couldn’t even imagine years ago. We got a third chance, most people don’t even get a second. We are so lucky Lex. It’s so wonderful. Just look at the lives we can give our children. They will always feel loved, they will always feel special and it’s because we love them. Now we just have more people to love, and our little girl is getting closer everyday to being able to tell us that she loves us more and more.” He says looking at Lexie with a smile on his face.
If she hadn’t been crying before, Lexie would have for sure been crying as she listened to Mark speak. He was right and she knew that. Kensington would always be their little girl, she was their first baby and they were so blessed to have her in their lives; but the little girl growing up so quickly made Lexie want to keep her a little girl forever. She leans down to press a kiss to their daughter’s head before she rises from the edge of the bed and urges Mark to follow her as she leads the way toward the comfort of their own room. While Kensi could sleep through just about anything, she didn’t want to take the risk of waking the little girl.
“You always know the perfect thing to say.” She murmured as she wrapped her arms around her husband’s middle and leaned against him. “We have this life because of you.” She said as she tilted her head back to look up at him. “If it hadn’t been for you and what you said out in those woods…I don’t think I would be here. You made me want me to hold on so we could have this amazing life together, everything that we have – it’s all because of you, Mark.”
Of course it’s Mark starting to hover. Without fail anytime something happened he hovered, even now he had this paralyzing fear about losing his wife. It was better now, at least compared to when they first had gotten together after the crash. “I am hovering. You just had a baby, and you’re supposed to take it easy. So please Lex, can you just let me hover for a little bit please?” Even though she had gone through a fairly simple birth, she still was at risk for so many potential complications. Strokes, heart attacks, seizures, abruptions or uncontrolled bleeding. Mark knew the risks that came after birth and frankly he just wanted to make sure none of that happened. They told people to take it easy for a reason and he wanted to make sure that nothing happened. “I know you hate my hovering. I’m going to hover for a little bit.”
When she brings up missing their daughter he feels almost bad for a moment. Why wouldn’t Lexie miss their daughter? She was adorable and tense to bring a smile to anyone’s face. “I know. We both missed her. She’s going to bed though. So I can carry her and we can both tuck her in.” Mark offers. It’s not really an offer. He’s going to carry her either way. It’s just a matter of how Lexie feels about it.
“Fine.” Lexie reluctantly agrees with a roll of her eyes. She knows there’s really nothing that she can do to make Mark stop. He worried and he had a very good reason in the past to do so but she liked to believe that they were past that and moving on to something better, escaping the disasters that had come along with Seattle was the best thing for their family and it showed with how peaceful their lives were now. “You can hover but you’re going to have to let me help, you can’t manage two kids under the age of two on your own – especially considering one of them is a newborn.” She reminded him as the two started toward Kensington’s room to put the little girl to bed.
Her room looked very similar to how it did back in Seattle; the most obvious change was of course the bed that was now in the room. It hadn’t been easy putting everything in place because for Lexie, it was a reminder that her little girl was no longer her baby. Kensi was growing up and there was really nothing that could be done to prevent it. They had a toddler on their hands now and there was no going back. “Our baby girl isn’t a baby anymore.” Lexie says as she pulls the blanket down enough so that Mark can lay their little girl down. “She’s a toddler now and we have a new baby in the house…” She could feel the tears threatening to fall as they pooled in the corner of her eyes and she mentally cursed her hormones for being completely out of sorts still.
Just before Mark starts to speak again, he hears his wife speak from the doorway. Looking up he can’t help but to smile. “It’s not corrupting him if it’s telling him the truth. If he’s gonna grow up here we’re gonna have to make sure that he’s a Yankees can. I can’t have my son growing up liking the Red Sox. Or worse. Harvard.” He teases with a smile on his face. With their sleeping daughter in his arms, Mark could only hope that she wouldn’t argue back. The Yankees vs Red Sox appeared to be a never ending argument between the two of them. It was one of those things, like the Harvard/Columbia battle that they would never forget or stop arguing about. It didn’t matter how long they had been together. It wouldn’t stop.
Getting up, Mark moves to set Nolan down in his crib. Unlike his sister, when Mark sets Nolan in the bed he doesn’t cry or fuss. He just snuggles into the bed before staying asleep. “I don’t believe it, no crying or fussing. He just, sleeps.” They joked before about Nolan being their easy baby but it seemed that would be true. Other than the one scare with Thatcher and Lexie while she was pregnant, he noticed the pregnancy to be easier, and it already seemed Nolan wanted to be the easy child in their house. Mark could only hope that it would remain that way as he got older.
Running his hand over the soft fuzz that Nolan had been born with, Mark presses a kiss to his forehead. “Love you baby boy.” He says as looks at his wife with their daughter. She wasn’t really supposed to be lifting heavy thugs and he understood Kensi wasn’t heavy but it still made him worry. “Here let me take her.” He says taking his daughter into his arms.
The only thing that was saving her husband from yet another round of their usual fight was the fact that she was holding Kensi in her arms. They could argue for hours over not just the Yankees and the Red Sox but their favoritism with Harvard and Columbia as well. She settles for rolling her eyes inside and watches with a small smile as her places their son into his crib, the little boy surprising them both by staying asleep. It was a complete opposite reaction of what Kensington had done when she’d been brought home, Lexie could still remember how much their daughter had cried during the first week alone but Nolan seemed to be the complete opposite.
“Uh oh, is this you starting to hover again?” Lexie asks as she lets Mark take their daughter out of her arms. Kensi shifts to make herself comfortable against her father but her little eyes remained closed. “I liked being able to hold her again, I’ve missed her a lot over the past two days.” She admits as she reaches out to smooth the hair atop their daughter’s head. “I don’t like being away from her, you know that.” She says as she looks up at him.
Since Kensi seems perfectly content to stay in Lexie’s arms, Mark takes Nolan from Molly. It takes probably ten more minutes before they’re alone. Molly and Laura leaving to head home, and the two of them with their two small children. Just like that, it seemed they finally had their family. Of course there would be a day when they had three children, like they agreed upon. But right now they had their two kids and Mark was the happiest he had ever been. “I think she missed you.” Mark says noticing that Kensi doesn’t want to let go of her mother. It’s adorable though, to see how attached she is to her mother.
By now, Nolan had long fallen asleep in all the shifting between people. It seemed that the tiny boy didn’t even have a single interest in staying awake right now. “I’m gonna go put him in his crib.” Mark says pressing a soft kiss to Lexies forehead before heading upstairs. When they reach the boy’s room, Mark walks around. “You see Nolan? This is your room. That banner right here is from the New York Yankees. They’re kind of the best sports team ever. Now mommy will try and tell you otherwise. That her Boston Red Sox are the best team but she would be lying to you. The Yankees are the best.” Mark says laying the boy down.
The moment Nolan’s back hits the mattress his eyes fly open, as if e wants Mark to pick him back up. So of course he lifts him up and sits down in the rocking chair. “You know we waited a very long time for you? That we waited and waited and hoped for you. Finally you’re here and were both very excited. You and I are going to do so many things when you get older. We’re gonna play football and baseball and basketball. And I’ll teach you how to fish. Just you wait, it’s going to be so much fun.” Mark says with a smile on his face.
“I missed her too.” Lexie admits as she presses a kiss to the top of the little girl’s head as her daughter lays her head on her mother’s shoulder. She hadn’t been apart from Kensington for even two days so the stay in the hospital had been difficult for her in the fact that she hadn’t been able to see her little girl as often as she would have liked. The small girl had been a permanent fixture in their lives and Lexie hated being away from her, even though she had been giving the little girl a brother. Lexie smiled at the thought. They were no longer a small family of three; they had welcomed another member into their family. For now, their family was complete.
“You’ve had a pretty big day, baby girl.” Lexie murmured once the two were alone and resting on the couch together. “Mommy loves you very much.” Lexie told her as Kensington nestled into her mother’s arms as she had always done when she was tired. She waits a few minutes, until she is sure that Kensi won’t wake up that she gets to her feet and carried the little girl toward the stairs with the intention of putting her to bed for a nap.
She paused at the door that would lead to Nolan’s nursery and at the voice inside; she smiled because of course Mark would be talking to their son. “You’re not corrupting him, are you?” She asked quietly so as to not disturb the sleeping girl in her arms.
“That’s my brower.” Kensi says pointing at Nolan. In the past few months they had worked on getting Kensi to recognize the fact she was having a brother. “That is your brother baby girl. He’s gonna live here now.” Mark tried his best to explain to the year and half old how having a little brother worked. They had worried for months on end about all of this ending badly. Everything so far had gone smoothly, Kensi loved her brother and hasn’t panicked or cried about any of this yet. “You gots a room uwpstairs Nolan.” Kensi says looking directly at her brother.
Following Lexie over to the couch, Mark sits down. Kensi squirms a little and Mark sets her down. It takes probably four seconds before she’s moved over to Lexie and crawls right in front of Lexie. “Mommy.” Kensi says reaching up to try and get her mothers attention. Even though Kensi very much was a daddy’s girl, they both knew that she loved both her parents very much.
Lexie lets her eyes reluctantly leave the form of the little boy in her niece’s arms but a smile appears almost immediately when she sees her daughter directly in front of her. “Hi, baby girl.” She greets as she reaches down to pick the little girl up and bring her into her lap. “I missed you.” She tells her with a kiss to Kensi’s cheek. It wasn’t easy being away from her daughter, even if it was only for a stay in the hospital so they could bring Nolan into the world. There were only a handful of times that Kensington had been out of their sight and while some might see it as being overprotective, Lexie refused to let anything happen to her daughter after they’d nearly lost her once before.
She lets the little girl remain in her lap and play with her hands as she turns back to see that her sister is now taking her turn to hold the first little boy in the Grey family. It was nice to have Molly be there, especially since Mark had been at the hospital with her. Their return home was peaceful and Lexie was more than pleased with that, she didn’t want to overwhelm either of the children and everyone seemed to understand that. Molly remained with them for a little while longer, before she announced that they had a plane to catch in the morning and needed to go. “Thank you Molly, for everything.” Lexie says as she watches her sister pass the little boy back to Mark, as Kensington was refusing to leave her mother’s arms.
“Someone is clingy.” Lexie noted as she came back into the living room after seeing Molly and Laura out. She already missed her baby sister but she knew that Molly had her own family to think about and Eric obviously missed his wife and daughter.