Ever The Same

45

"So I finally was able to reason with Izzie." Mark Sloane said, sitting down on the other side of Derek's desk with his sandwich and bottle of water in his hands. "She realized that the house isn't completely the way she wants it...she wants to spend more time perfecting cupcakes now before we add one of those things to our house."

"Those things?" Derek laughed, making a note on the chart he was looking through.

"Baby's infant...newborn...whatever." Mark smirked. "It will come out looking just as hot as Izzie and I. Put your little Sam to shame."

"Sam's going to be the most popular baby in day care." Derek smiled.

"Unless Meredith was some over popular girl in high school or a cheerleader...I highly doubt your kid's name will be in the same sentence as the most popular."

"Okay...At least, I'm having a child."

"I'll be having one in a year.'

"Two years."

"Whatever....still." Mark chuckled. "My kid will be ten times cooler then your snot nosed...nerd."

"Would you stop insulting my child?" Derek said, looking up from his paper work.

"I'm making him stronger."

"He's not even here."

"I have to get warmed up first." Mark shrugged.

"Meredith will literally hit you if you say something like that around you." Derek laughed.
"Is she still on the attack?"

"Not as much."

"Well if you're not dead already...that's a good sign."

"She's come close."

"I never knew that tiny girl could be so scary until I was running out of the gallery to get away from her."

"That was pretty funny." Derek laughed.

"She threw a breadstick at me."

"She's thrown worse things at me."

"She's a monster."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"I would." Mark shivered.

"Just wait until Izzie gets like that." Derek smiled.

"That's what the spare bedroom is for."

"The bedroom was the only place where she wasn't angry."

"Did you stay out of it?" Mark said, taking a bite of his lunch.

"Of the bedroom?"

"Yeah."

"Just once during the morning sickness."

"And is she still...you know....really....."

"Horny?" Derek smirked.

"Yeah."

"Not really."

"Sucks for you."

"She's going to give birth to our son in two weeks. I think I can deal with it." Derek said, rolling his eyes.

"You're still not getting any."

"I'm getting a son."

"No sex."

"Is that all you think about?"

"I think about surgery...and boobs."

"Nice to see that marriage hasn't changed you." Derek laughed.

"It has...it's made me soft." Mark said sarcastically.

"Soft in other places."

"I have not." Mark scoffed. "I'm not soft...Izzie doesn't make me soft. You're soft...you're wife turned into the Ball Assasin."

"You better be careful." Derek warned.

"Are you going to cry?"

"No. But I'll pull a Meredith on you."

"Speaking of pulling a Meredith..."

"What?"

"Mom says you're sending him to her one or two days a week once Meredith stops boobie feeding him."

"Boobie feeding? Are you seven?"

"I'm being original."

"Okay...Well if you're asking me if that's true, yes it is."

"So you're son is going to be spoiled before he even turns one. Nice."

"It's one day a week."

"Valuable time my friend....valuable time."

"He's going to be in daycare all of the other days."

"With Mommy and Daddy one floor away."

"Exactly." Derek smiled.

"You're hopeless and shamelessly happy." Mark smirked.

"I'm having a baby. My wife is amazing. Why wouldn't I be happy?"

"You've got me." Mark laughed.

"Did you really think we'd get to this point?" Derek laughed, leaning back in his chair.

"I'm married...you're expecting a son." Mark laughed, shaking his head a little., "What would Dad say?"

"Don't screw it up."

"And live in the moment."

"Have you told Mom that you and Izzie are going to start trying in a year?"

"No...No."

"Good luck with that." Derek laughed.

"We'll tell her...closer to the time."

"She'll know."

"She won't know." Mark rolled his eyes, opening a chart on Derek's desk.

"Mom knows everything." Derek replied.

"Fine...she knows everything but it won't be that obvious until we actually try."

"Whatever you say."

"Besides...she'll be too distracted with your kid to notice."

"That's true." Derek grinned.

"And you my friend...are set for some sleepless and sexless nights."

"I know...Looking forward to it."

"Baby puke, dirty diapers..."

"And my son."

"All the same."

"You'll understand soon enough."

"And I'll still be getting sex." Mark replied, examining the chart.

"That's why there are baby sitters." Derek smiled, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket

"Hot babysitters."

"You definitely haven't changed." Derek sighed, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening it up, his face dropping as he read the message.

"You look like the Yankees just lost."

"No...It's...It's Meredith."

"Meredith? I thought she was in surgery."

"She's in labor." Derek whispered, staring at his phone for another second before slamming it shut and looking up at his best friend, not saying a word as he closed the laptop that was on his desk and hurried out of the room.