She was into neonatal and fetal. He was into plastics.
She was quiet. He was loud.
She was sweet. He was arrogant.
And yet he was attracted to her not only in the way she loved what she did but how she handled everything with such grace that it...
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"So, you just took a measuring tape with you before Meredith talked to her roommates?" Alison asked as the three walked through the hospital halls.
"Yeah, why?" He asked noticing Alison's look she had on her face.
"You can't do that, Derek! I know you're excited about this next step with her but I think there's a possibility you could have ruined it before it ever started..."
"You really think so? She didn't even tell her friends about us though..."
"This is exactly my point, Derek," she let out a groan as she thought of her friend's stupidity.
"But-"
"Ugh, forget it," she said in a frustrated tone as she stomped off.
Mark heard her mutters though as she wasn't that quiet saying something along the lines of, "why do I even bother? How much of an idiot can he be?"
Mark laughed slightly as Derek gave him a look.
"Go easy on her," Mark tells his best friend as he pats his shoulder. "I want to say that it's just pregnancy emotions, but it's not."
Derek laughed and shook his head.
"Good luck," Derek patted Mark's shoulder and they went their separate ways.
*
Everyone was in the auditorium as Alison sat next to Mark as she ate her cookie dough bites candy which was something that she had been craving a lot of during her pregnancy. She does a little happy dance in her seat as she took the first handful of bites.
"Sweetheart, can I have some?" he asked his fiance as he pulled the puppy dog eye look on her and she groaned.
"Fine, bubs. But only because you're nice and hot," she told him as she gave him a peck on the lips and poured some into his hands.
"Sweetheart? Bubs? What happened to you two?" Derek asked as he took a seat next to Alison and stole a few of her cookie dough bites.
"Don't make fun us," Alison told her person. "You and Meredith are just as sick."
"We don't have little nicknames for each other."
"Well maybe you should," she told him and continued to much on her cookie dough bites as Mark held out his hand and she gave him some more.
"What do you guys think Richard is going to talk about? Must be pretty important if he called all of us here," Mark commented.
"I dunno," Alison said as she shrugged her shoulders. "Richard doesn't talk to me like he does with Derek," she answered and the couple looked at the man in question.
"Don't ask me," Derek let out a small laugh. "I don't know a thing."
