PERFECT ➼ m.sloan

𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗲 (𝟲𝘅𝟭𝟰)

Elle walked into Grace's bedroom. She smiled as she looked to her. "So I'm going to be an auntie?" She asked as she joined her on the bed.

Grace nodded. "Apparently so. God this is a mess. I never wanted it to be this way. I just... it was meant to be Mark sitting here with me. Not you. No offence," she said.

"Thanks. None taken. Look, I know it's not easy. But you're gonna be okay. You're going to be a mom. And soon enough, you're going to be able to make it.

Grace just nodded. Knowing how things were a complete mess. And she hated it. She just needed it to be okay somehow.

Elle looked to her. "Have you talked to Mark yet?" She asked.

"He's not talking to me if you weren't aware," Grace said. She sighed. "Sorry. No I haven't talked to him. I haven't told him. He's snogged Addison. So, I can't talk to him yet," she told her.

"I know it's hard Grace. But you have to think of the baby. Mark, as much of a jerk he is, he needs to know," Elle told her. She didn't want Grace to regret not telling Mark.

"Why do you have to be right?"

"I'm Elle Grey. Duh."

****

A few days later, Grace had changed her hair colour up a little. She had talked to her OB who had told her that dying her hair was fine as long as she didn't leave the dye on for too long.

Mark walked over to Callie. "Hey, Torres. Do you know anything about putting together cribs?" He asked.

Callie frowned. "You bought a crib?"

Mark shrugged and smiled. "Well, Sloan's coming home tonight, and I got it put together, but it wobbles. And it can't wobble. Now will you take a look at it?" He asked as he looked to her.

Callie laughed. "You're like a sweet, nerdy dad now. I don't even recognize you," she said.

"Well," Mark said. It was then that he saw a brunette at the nurses station. "Who's the brunette?"

Callie shrugged. "I don't know."

Mark nodded. "I may be a dad, but I am a single dad. Excuse me," he said as he walked over to her.

"Okay. Now... now I recognize you."

Mark approached the blonde girl. "It must, uh, suck to work on Valentine's day. I don't believe we've met," he said.

Grace frowned as she turned to look at Mark.  "Aah! What'd you do to your hair?!" He asked.

Grace rolled her eyes. "I changed it. I ... I colored it. I just ... Wait. You thought I was someone else. You didn't know it was me and you were hitting on me?"

Mark shook his head. "No, no. I pretty much thought you were, you know, just some brunette," he said.

Grace scoffed. She looked to him. "Go sit on a cactus would you?" She said as she turned and walked off.

****

Grace looked to see Sloan as she was stood there. "Sloan? When did you get in? Does Mark know you're here?" She asked.

Sloan turned to Grace. She smiled. "Um, no. My flight got in a little bit early, and I just took a cab over. I didn't to bug him or anything. Somebody said that you guys have a free clinic? Do you know where that is?"