The Little Things(1/1)
Pairing: Mark/Addison
Rating: Harmless
Summary: Just a one-shot I wrote for a friend to her cheer up. Mark and Addison and a life I feel we've missed out on.
Pain and misery go hand in hand with life. You aren’t living until you’ve known suffering and overcome it, that breathless feeling when you realize you’ve reached a point of happiness, the sorrow left behind. You know that you will have to face that feeling again one day, but being able to bask in the right now and the joy make the idea of pain in the future seem worth it if this is what it will feel like after. You stare down into the pools of sky blue that flicker grey and smile as the little eyes blink and peer sleepily up at you. It’s worth it, you tell yourself, this moment of happiness. You take comfort in the steady rhythm of her heart beating and pull her even closer, swaddling her more with the pink blanket, taking comfort in the embroidered ‘Allyson‘ that is elegantly stitched in script. Feeling her is the only way you can be certain this is reality. Otherwise you know she’ll disappear along with the loud giggles you hear floating through the hallway and the rooms painted with shades of lavender, sage, and blue.
As your husband walks into the room, carrying his own pink bundle, you almost take your free arm and pinch yourself just to make sure because you’ve wanted this for so long that the idea of fate and God being on your side this time seems so surreal after once declaring that he hated you and motherhood just wasn’t in your cards.
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“There are other options, Addi. We will have a child to raise.” He pulled you into his arms then and wiped the tears away, assuring you that the negative pregnancy test didn’t mean a loss of hope.
“Why does God hate me? Why can’t I have this? Would I be that terrible of a mother?” You looked at him as if he had the answers and were surprised by the strong conviction you found in the steely grey orbs.
“He doesn’t hate you, Addison and you will be an amazing mother. We’ll get this.” You were astounded by the lack of hesitation. “I promise.”
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Three months after a hopeful pregnancy test and a week of tears at the loss of something that was never really there, Parker Lynn came into your lives, a whirlwind of a three year old with dark hair that when some sense of routine began, she insisted on having twisted into two matching French braids. Her piercing emerald eyes actually seemed to sparkle and you were certain you’d never been so in love. On her first night with you, she insisted on snuggling between you and Mark and you were shocked that she seemed to open up so easily, and pulled the girl closer, creating a pattern by touching each freckle that covered her nose as she slept.
A month into your new life as mother, you were certain the flu was going to kill you when you dashed to the bathroom when attempting to make Parker’s breakfast and had to work extremely hard to hold so much as a cracker down. At Mark’s insistence you finally made an appointment and left him at home to fingerpaint with the dark haired girl. Mark had to hold the phone away from him when you screamed into the phone that you were pregnant and you heard nothing until he began hurrying the toddler out the door and then he was telling you how much he loved you and how he and your daughter would meet you at the doctor’s office in ten minutes.
The day you found out you were going to be the proud parents of not one but two baby boys, Parker Lynn officially became a Montgomery-Sloan and you were ecstatic at the idea of three children of your own.
Everyday you learned more about your daughter and the day she referred to you as “Mommy” you actually wept and then proceeded to fill the small girl’s stomach with ice-cream and when Mark came home, he found a plethora of shopping bags and knew better than to question you on the amount because the smile you gave him as Parker toddled to the man and held out her arms, imploring her “Daddy” to carry her made Mark want to take the girl now and let her choose what pony she wanted him to buy.
You were playing Princess Tea party when your water broke and the little girl stared, wide eyed before screaming “Daddy!” at the top of her lungs to which a winded Mark was standing in front of you, pulling you into his arms and all you remember thinking was how much you must have scared your little girl, who barely understood how her little brothers were inside your stomach and definitely didn’t understand why daddy was driving so fast and why you seemed to be hurting.
Upon arrival at Seattle Grace, Parker was deposited into Aunt Callie’s arms and hours later hoisted onto Mark’s shoulders for a good view of the two babies in the nursery and when Mark gave permission, she giggled as Carson Samuel reached a hand out and it wrapped around part of her hand.
Mark returned to you with a baby in each arm and a talkative toddler at his side. You listened to her intently as Christian Jacob was placed into your arms and nodded along though you really only understood about two words of what the little girl was saying. Stroking your son’s soft light hair, you felt nothing but absolute happiness, watching as Carson was carefully placed in his big sister’s arms, Mark’s hands keeping the baby steady.
A year came and went and you and Mark simply watched as the two crying infants grew into small children, Carson’s smile the exact replica of his father’s and Chris’s angry face mirroring that of his mother’s. It was amazing to simply watch all three of the children interact and watch as Parker took on being Mommy to her baby brothers and insisted that she be taught to read so that she could be the one to tell the routine bedtime story.
When you went through a week of constant nausea and the very sight of spaghetti made you run for the bathroom, Mark was left to deal with the aftermath of three small children and spaghetti dinner and when you walked out looking pale, he stared at you, Carson smearing noodles into his ear, Chris painting his left arm with sauce, and Parker laughing loudly at their very festive daddy.
“You’re pregnant,” he simply told you and left you standing with your mouth wide open as he grabbed the messy boys and made his way to the bathroom before either could place hands on the clean walls. You laughed at the thought, but bought three tests anyway the next day and you think you have outdone the first call to Mark because you packed the children up and drove to Seattle Grace and though Mark was in surgery, you walked into the gallery and all but screamed that he was going to be a father again through the intercom and would have felt guilty if you hadn’t been ecstatic because of the way the scalpel almost fell from his hand.
You began to feel weak and dizzy around the third month and when you told this to Naomi over the phone, she insisted on flying out and two hours later you were being examined by your best friend who instantly began laughing when the screen became clear and before you even had a chance to look and see what was so funny, she was explaining.
“You really made the most of those two eggs.”
When your eyes rested on the picture, you could see the two forms and you began to cry which soon turned into a round of laughter that actually made your side hurt. "And I was thinking I couldn’t even have one and now we’re going to have five.”
“All under five years old. Good luck with that.” Naomi smiled at you and you chose to resort to four year old tactics, so you stuck your tongue out.
“By the time these get here, she’ll be five so there,” You laughed and received a playful slap on the arm.
“Fine, five kids under six. That’s so much easier.”
The pregnancy wasn’t what you would consider easy. You were definitely high risk and adding that to the stress of a four year old and two boys not even 2 yet and there was a definite fear, one that went beyond the normal parent to be. Mark helped as much as possible, taking on the frustration of Parker’s hair each morning and a fight with the boys over getting dressed, which helped you greatly and he was amazing when Naomi flew out during your eighth month and said she’d personally sit beside you and make sure you stayed in bed until two healthy baby girls were safely delivered.
You spent the last month reading to your children in your king sized bed and everyday, three new pictures made their way onto your bed when you awoke, the growing artistic abilities of Parker who seemed to be a natural in all things artistic which brought about pictures of houses, your family, now sporting two new small pink figures, another with the very colorful streaks that signified a Carson drawing, and the all red paper with smooth curves and squiggles that were now associated with Christian.
When you went into labor, you knew something was wrong, that it felt different than the first time, that it felt “odd” and through the great support team that came with Seattle Grace, a quick phone call meant that whoever wasn’t on call would immediately be in charge of the three young children. It seemed that Cristina and Alex were the lucky ones today and after Mark made sure the children were in car seats and they were on their way to Seattle Grace where their car would then be free for Cristina and Alex to take the children back to the house or considering the people watching them, either to Joe’s(Addison screamed no)or to get ice-cream(Mark handed over the money). Mark carried Addison into the hospital instead of waiting for a wheelchair and an hour of tests and careful watching and a caesarean section later, two girls with hair already the color of fire were brought into the world.
They weren’t the healthiest infants and you felt guilty for not realizing it before they were born and Mark had to scream at you in order to make you understand that it simply wasn’t your fault. The extended family you and Mark seemed to have at the hospital made sure that you and your children were okay. Callie and Izzie seemed to put aside their issues when it came to making sure three children were fed, bathed, and put to sleep with a story every night, and Richard became Grandpa when the children were at the hospital and were offered candy and construction paper and random gifts to keep them occupied.
Meredith and Derek were in charge on getting Parker to pre-school on days Mark and Addison weren’t able and the task of watching Christian and Carson fell on whoever had the least work for the day and the boys seemed to find a favorite uncle in George who made funny faces and built forts, with the Spider-Man sheets which gave him an extra point on the coolness scale.
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Today though, you’re home and you’re holding Allyson Faith and she’s healthy now, released as of yesterday, three days after her sister, Avery Grace, who sleeps quietly in her father’s arms.
When you hear the shrill laughter emanate from your eldest daughter’s room again, you stand up and carry the wide eyed baby girl, swaying from side to side to keep her calm to the source of the sound and find Parker and the boys in a wrestling/tickling match and it seems that they’ve all lost because you can hardly tell who’s laughing the loudest, and Christian’s face is red from the constant jabs he’s getting under his arms from his older sister. Carson’s McSteamy smirk is full blown now as his two year old legs give him balance and he runs to tackle Parker, who sees him first and goes to the offensive before he has a chance.
Mark walks in minus a one month old who he’s placed in a bassinet in your bedroom and when the children see that he is not holding a fragile infant, they see nothing wrong in bringing him into their game.
You laugh as you watch all three on top of Mark, who says he’s surrendered and lies on his back. It’s been a dark month and you were afraid the instability would take it’s toll on the children who were so used to routine, but they seem to be thriving and with your whole family now at home where they belong, you can breathe again and enjoy the happiness as it is.
Rating: Harmless
Summary: Just a one-shot I wrote for a friend to her cheer up. Mark and Addison and a life I feel we've missed out on.
Pain and misery go hand in hand with life. You aren’t living until you’ve known suffering and overcome it, that breathless feeling when you realize you’ve reached a point of happiness, the sorrow left behind. You know that you will have to face that feeling again one day, but being able to bask in the right now and the joy make the idea of pain in the future seem worth it if this is what it will feel like after. You stare down into the pools of sky blue that flicker grey and smile as the little eyes blink and peer sleepily up at you. It’s worth it, you tell yourself, this moment of happiness. You take comfort in the steady rhythm of her heart beating and pull her even closer, swaddling her more with the pink blanket, taking comfort in the embroidered ‘Allyson‘ that is elegantly stitched in script. Feeling her is the only way you can be certain this is reality. Otherwise you know she’ll disappear along with the loud giggles you hear floating through the hallway and the rooms painted with shades of lavender, sage, and blue.
As your husband walks into the room, carrying his own pink bundle, you almost take your free arm and pinch yourself just to make sure because you’ve wanted this for so long that the idea of fate and God being on your side this time seems so surreal after once declaring that he hated you and motherhood just wasn’t in your cards.
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“There are other options, Addi. We will have a child to raise.” He pulled you into his arms then and wiped the tears away, assuring you that the negative pregnancy test didn’t mean a loss of hope.
“Why does God hate me? Why can’t I have this? Would I be that terrible of a mother?” You looked at him as if he had the answers and were surprised by the strong conviction you found in the steely grey orbs.
“He doesn’t hate you, Addison and you will be an amazing mother. We’ll get this.” You were astounded by the lack of hesitation. “I promise.”
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Three months after a hopeful pregnancy test and a week of tears at the loss of something that was never really there, Parker Lynn came into your lives, a whirlwind of a three year old with dark hair that when some sense of routine began, she insisted on having twisted into two matching French braids. Her piercing emerald eyes actually seemed to sparkle and you were certain you’d never been so in love. On her first night with you, she insisted on snuggling between you and Mark and you were shocked that she seemed to open up so easily, and pulled the girl closer, creating a pattern by touching each freckle that covered her nose as she slept.
A month into your new life as mother, you were certain the flu was going to kill you when you dashed to the bathroom when attempting to make Parker’s breakfast and had to work extremely hard to hold so much as a cracker down. At Mark’s insistence you finally made an appointment and left him at home to fingerpaint with the dark haired girl. Mark had to hold the phone away from him when you screamed into the phone that you were pregnant and you heard nothing until he began hurrying the toddler out the door and then he was telling you how much he loved you and how he and your daughter would meet you at the doctor’s office in ten minutes.
The day you found out you were going to be the proud parents of not one but two baby boys, Parker Lynn officially became a Montgomery-Sloan and you were ecstatic at the idea of three children of your own.
Everyday you learned more about your daughter and the day she referred to you as “Mommy” you actually wept and then proceeded to fill the small girl’s stomach with ice-cream and when Mark came home, he found a plethora of shopping bags and knew better than to question you on the amount because the smile you gave him as Parker toddled to the man and held out her arms, imploring her “Daddy” to carry her made Mark want to take the girl now and let her choose what pony she wanted him to buy.
You were playing Princess Tea party when your water broke and the little girl stared, wide eyed before screaming “Daddy!” at the top of her lungs to which a winded Mark was standing in front of you, pulling you into his arms and all you remember thinking was how much you must have scared your little girl, who barely understood how her little brothers were inside your stomach and definitely didn’t understand why daddy was driving so fast and why you seemed to be hurting.
Upon arrival at Seattle Grace, Parker was deposited into Aunt Callie’s arms and hours later hoisted onto Mark’s shoulders for a good view of the two babies in the nursery and when Mark gave permission, she giggled as Carson Samuel reached a hand out and it wrapped around part of her hand.
Mark returned to you with a baby in each arm and a talkative toddler at his side. You listened to her intently as Christian Jacob was placed into your arms and nodded along though you really only understood about two words of what the little girl was saying. Stroking your son’s soft light hair, you felt nothing but absolute happiness, watching as Carson was carefully placed in his big sister’s arms, Mark’s hands keeping the baby steady.
A year came and went and you and Mark simply watched as the two crying infants grew into small children, Carson’s smile the exact replica of his father’s and Chris’s angry face mirroring that of his mother’s. It was amazing to simply watch all three of the children interact and watch as Parker took on being Mommy to her baby brothers and insisted that she be taught to read so that she could be the one to tell the routine bedtime story.
When you went through a week of constant nausea and the very sight of spaghetti made you run for the bathroom, Mark was left to deal with the aftermath of three small children and spaghetti dinner and when you walked out looking pale, he stared at you, Carson smearing noodles into his ear, Chris painting his left arm with sauce, and Parker laughing loudly at their very festive daddy.
“You’re pregnant,” he simply told you and left you standing with your mouth wide open as he grabbed the messy boys and made his way to the bathroom before either could place hands on the clean walls. You laughed at the thought, but bought three tests anyway the next day and you think you have outdone the first call to Mark because you packed the children up and drove to Seattle Grace and though Mark was in surgery, you walked into the gallery and all but screamed that he was going to be a father again through the intercom and would have felt guilty if you hadn’t been ecstatic because of the way the scalpel almost fell from his hand.
You began to feel weak and dizzy around the third month and when you told this to Naomi over the phone, she insisted on flying out and two hours later you were being examined by your best friend who instantly began laughing when the screen became clear and before you even had a chance to look and see what was so funny, she was explaining.
“You really made the most of those two eggs.”
When your eyes rested on the picture, you could see the two forms and you began to cry which soon turned into a round of laughter that actually made your side hurt. "And I was thinking I couldn’t even have one and now we’re going to have five.”
“All under five years old. Good luck with that.” Naomi smiled at you and you chose to resort to four year old tactics, so you stuck your tongue out.
“By the time these get here, she’ll be five so there,” You laughed and received a playful slap on the arm.
“Fine, five kids under six. That’s so much easier.”
The pregnancy wasn’t what you would consider easy. You were definitely high risk and adding that to the stress of a four year old and two boys not even 2 yet and there was a definite fear, one that went beyond the normal parent to be. Mark helped as much as possible, taking on the frustration of Parker’s hair each morning and a fight with the boys over getting dressed, which helped you greatly and he was amazing when Naomi flew out during your eighth month and said she’d personally sit beside you and make sure you stayed in bed until two healthy baby girls were safely delivered.
You spent the last month reading to your children in your king sized bed and everyday, three new pictures made their way onto your bed when you awoke, the growing artistic abilities of Parker who seemed to be a natural in all things artistic which brought about pictures of houses, your family, now sporting two new small pink figures, another with the very colorful streaks that signified a Carson drawing, and the all red paper with smooth curves and squiggles that were now associated with Christian.
When you went into labor, you knew something was wrong, that it felt different than the first time, that it felt “odd” and through the great support team that came with Seattle Grace, a quick phone call meant that whoever wasn’t on call would immediately be in charge of the three young children. It seemed that Cristina and Alex were the lucky ones today and after Mark made sure the children were in car seats and they were on their way to Seattle Grace where their car would then be free for Cristina and Alex to take the children back to the house or considering the people watching them, either to Joe’s(Addison screamed no)or to get ice-cream(Mark handed over the money). Mark carried Addison into the hospital instead of waiting for a wheelchair and an hour of tests and careful watching and a caesarean section later, two girls with hair already the color of fire were brought into the world.
They weren’t the healthiest infants and you felt guilty for not realizing it before they were born and Mark had to scream at you in order to make you understand that it simply wasn’t your fault. The extended family you and Mark seemed to have at the hospital made sure that you and your children were okay. Callie and Izzie seemed to put aside their issues when it came to making sure three children were fed, bathed, and put to sleep with a story every night, and Richard became Grandpa when the children were at the hospital and were offered candy and construction paper and random gifts to keep them occupied.
Meredith and Derek were in charge on getting Parker to pre-school on days Mark and Addison weren’t able and the task of watching Christian and Carson fell on whoever had the least work for the day and the boys seemed to find a favorite uncle in George who made funny faces and built forts, with the Spider-Man sheets which gave him an extra point on the coolness scale.
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Today though, you’re home and you’re holding Allyson Faith and she’s healthy now, released as of yesterday, three days after her sister, Avery Grace, who sleeps quietly in her father’s arms.
When you hear the shrill laughter emanate from your eldest daughter’s room again, you stand up and carry the wide eyed baby girl, swaying from side to side to keep her calm to the source of the sound and find Parker and the boys in a wrestling/tickling match and it seems that they’ve all lost because you can hardly tell who’s laughing the loudest, and Christian’s face is red from the constant jabs he’s getting under his arms from his older sister. Carson’s McSteamy smirk is full blown now as his two year old legs give him balance and he runs to tackle Parker, who sees him first and goes to the offensive before he has a chance.
Mark walks in minus a one month old who he’s placed in a bassinet in your bedroom and when the children see that he is not holding a fragile infant, they see nothing wrong in bringing him into their game.
You laugh as you watch all three on top of Mark, who says he’s surrendered and lies on his back. It’s been a dark month and you were afraid the instability would take it’s toll on the children who were so used to routine, but they seem to be thriving and with your whole family now at home where they belong, you can breathe again and enjoy the happiness as it is.