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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[season 5 episode 17]
"I'm thinking about changing Liam's middle name," Alison tells her husband as she puts away the presents they got from the baby shower later that night as they were in the comfort of their own apartment.
"You don't want it to be Christopher anymore?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"I mean can you blame me? He said horrible things to me and to you also. That's not someone I want to name our unborn child after," she said a little bit choked up. She got a little teary eyed.
"No, baby. No one can blame you. I just want to make sure this isn't going to be a decision you regret down the road. You've been so sure this whole pregnancy that Liam Christopher was going to be it."
"I'll think about it," she agrees, exhausted from the whole thing with Derek as she leans into her husband and he places a kiss on top of her head.
"Good. Now, let's get you into bed," Mark told her as he helped her walk to their bed and get her under the covers.
"Fine," she agreed and didn't fight him on it because she could pass out any minute now. He helped her get settled even though she could go to bed herself. If she were being honest, sometimes she loved it when her husband babied her. He placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, her nose and then her lips as her eyes fluttered closed and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Love you," she murmured.
"Love you too," he placed another kiss on his lips before letting sleep take over her.
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The apartment was quiet except for the sound of Alison shifting restlessly under the covers. Mark lay beside her, his bandaged hand throbbing from the fight with Derek. He hadn't told her the full story yet—he figured bruised knuckles would speak for themselves—but when he noticed her sit up suddenly, clutching her stomach, every ounce of guilt evaporated into fear.
"Aly?" His voice was sharp, alert.
She winced, breathing out slowly. "I think... I think it's happening."
Mark shot upright, all traces of exhaustion gone. "What do you mean 'it's happening'? Happening-happening, or Braxton Hicks happening?"
She gave him a look even through the pain. "Middle of the night, cramps five minutes apart, water broke. Which kind of happening do you think?"
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