mark on my heart | Mark Sloan

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"Everett, I swear to god if you're not down here in 5, 4, 3-"

"Alright, Dammit!" The kid yells and stomps his way down the stairs.

5 going on 15. Nice. Bonnie scowls. "That will be a dollar in the swear jar, thank you very much. Car, now." She snaps and points behind her. "Hey hey hey, no!" She tuts as Phoenix squirms in her arms. "We are late, missy."

"Own!" She yells and screams, squirming.

Bonnie holds tighter. "Daisy, cmon!" She calls to the 4 year old, watching as she skips over. Butter wouldn't melt with Daisy.

"I've be ready for long ages mommy." She sasses and skips outside.

Bonnie suppresses a growl and makes her way out, slamming the door behind her. After checking the older two and wrestling the 1 year old, she finally hops in the drivers seat and begins to drive. "Ha! Your dad bet we'd be 20 minutes late. We're only 17." She muses.

"Buuuut it's a dollar for every minute mom." Rett grins.

"Hush." She smiles, and exhales softly, mentally checking things off in her mind.

"Will papa be here?" Daisy asks as she bounces her legs.

"Stop." Rett groans.

"He will, this meeting is for him remember?" She smiles looking in the rear view mirror.

"Stop!"

"Nuh."

"I'll hit you-"

"You certainly will not, Everett Dacre." Bonnie says firmly, glancing over as she stops at a light. The kid goes dead silent at his mom's stare. She turns it to Daisy a moment later. "Quit it. He didn't ask nicely but he did ask twice."

Daisy shrinks into her seat and keeps her legs still. Bonnie rolls her eyes at the silence and focuses on finding a near enough parking space. She raises a brow as she sees Derek's space taken by someone other than Amelia Shepherd, the sister taking over as head of neuro. Who drives a fancy merc like that?

She parks at the end of the parking lot and turns to the kids. "You remember your please and thank yous. You respect the people around and we use respectful noise levels. Clear?"

"Yes mama." They say, Nix giving more of a shrill yell.

With one kid on her hip, one holding her hand and the other holding their hand, they march their way inside and up to the fancy new plastics wing Mark has managed to nab. With a promise of only 30% focus on cosmetic procedures, only done to help fund half of the expenses, he hopes to focus on burn patients, long lasting skin conditions and reconstructions due to cancer or other treatments.

"You actually made it!"

Bonnie grins at her husband. "And no puke on me." She grins. "I brushed my hair, changed all 3 in record time AND made sure Nix has matching shoes this time." She says smugly.

"Damn, you're a hot Momma." He grins and kisses her. He gasps playfully as Nix shoves her hand in the way. "Oh my goodness, Phoenix!"

She giggles. "Baba!"

"Yes, baba is here." He smiles and takes her. He looks at the older two. "You guys been monkies?"

"Nope." They say simultaneously.

"Mmm that's a yes." Mark muses. "Go on, how much does mom o-"

"Nothing I swear!" Bonnie gasps.

"Mommy owes sevuhntin books." Daisy says, her tone a matter of fact.

"Yeah well Rett owes one dollar!" Bonnie tuts and scowls. "You guys are snitches."

"Atta girl for being honest." Mark slips her a lollipop and she squeals, snatching it. He points a finger at Rett. "What word was it?"