mark on my heart | Mark Sloan

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"Here comes the bride."

Bonnie blushes as she walks down the corridor, Rett on her hip. "Not for another 5 days, thank you." She sings.

Robins smiles. "You're nervous, I see."

"I'm fine." Bonnie says defensively. "Can we get on with this? He's due a nap."

"Of course. Hi little man." Robins coos at Rett. "Almost 9 months already, wow." She hums, a little absentmindedly. 9 months means it's been just that long since everything happened. He's her first patient back; well, not back fully but Mark and Bonnie wanted a doctor they trust, since they got rid of the past 3 paediatricians.

Rett shrieks at her and smiles wide showing his bottom teeth. Bonnie sets him on the bed. "Is he always so happy when he's due a nap?" Arizona jokes.

"He is until he suddenly realises he's tired and becomes a demon." Bonnie muses.

"A demon? Never." She coos and smiles as it makes the tot shriek.

Bonnie smiles small. "He's really regressed with sleep." She says before yawning, as if subconsciously proving a point. "Like, every 2 hours we're up. Sometimes we don't sleep at all."

"That can happen." Robins reassures as she measures his head. "Still on formula?"

"Yeah, I stopped pumping." Bonnie watches him play with her dangling stethoscope. "He'll swipe that."

"I don't mind." She giggles and helps him pull it off. "Have you tried a different formula? Could be upsetting his tummy, stopping him sleeping."

"We could try." Bonnie agrees as she leans her head back on the wall.

Arizona watches her for a moment; as a representative of the tiny humans, she often has to help the parents, as well. "You're exhausted." She says gently as she picks Everett up. "Have you been taking care of you?"

Bonnie scowls and instantly looks at Arizona. "Have i- really? Wow. Yes I have. You wanna check my meds or something?" She snaps. She huffs. "Sorry. Kinda." She mutters.

Arizona shakes her head. "It's okay." She bounces the tot a little. "But I am asking as a friend, as well as a doctor." She counters. "This isn't about your mental health disorder, but your mental health as a new mother who had a very traumatic birth experience."

"I had an easy birth." Bonnie frowns as she crosses her arms.

"You did in terms of labour." Arizona agrees as she moves Rett to the scales. "But not in experience. Your partner was incapacitated, your best friend absent for most of it. You were more scared than you should have been. That's not normal for many women and it's bound to have affected you." She reasons.

Bonnie takes a deep breath. "It was a good birth, I'm lucky it went so well." She simply says. "I need the bathroom, do you have him?"

"Of course." Arizona says and watches as Bonnie rushes out, a small frown etching onto her face.

Bonnie locks the bathroom door and throws her purse open, digging around. She grabs the box of tests and does her thing on all 3, setting them on the side all face down as she washes her hands. On top of having a partially able husband, a 9 month old baby, her own wellbeing and a wedding in a few days, her body has now decided to deny her a period. Now it still has time to come but she's got into her own head and won't settle until she's proven to herself that she isn't pregnant. It's late due to stress.

She paces the small bathroom and chews her cheek, freezing as her phone beeps. She takes a deep breath and turns the first over. Pregnant. Huh. Okay, try again. She turns the next over. Pregnant.