"5 times the love"
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Lexie bit her lip, trying to to pick only five times she had fallen in love with Mark Sloan. Because there were so many more than five. “Oh, Mark. Just five? This might be hard. How do I choose?”
She thought a moment longer, before her eyes lit up. “Okay. The first time I don’t think I knew then what I felt but looking back, I realize it was the beginning for me. When you told me George would be an idiot for not liking me back, that life was too short not to tell someone how you felt about them. That stuck with me for a long time—the way you said it, how you said it. So long, in fact, that it’s probably what pushed me to your hotel room that first night. Which brings me to the second time..”
Lexie blushed, looking down. “The second time, was after I came to your hotel, and we had sex. And then we talked, for hours. I didn’t really know you before that. But that night I saw a whole different side of you. Looking back, I was falling for you then, harder than I should have been.”
“The third time was probably after I had…you know…broken you,” she cringed with a small laugh, “and we were forced to not have sex for six weeks. The time we spent together, just laughing and talking…,” she drifted off, a far away smile on her pretty face, “I knew then that I did love you, that I had fallen in love with you.”
“The fourth time…well, that’s later. You were suturing up the little boy who fell out of his tree house, I think he was five. I watched you talk with him while you worked; he was so scared and you just..talked him through it,” her voice carried a tone of amazement, “You took the time to make him feel comfortable with you, made him laugh. Seeing you so kind to that child…swooning doesn’t even cover it. Mark, I was so in love with you after that. It made me want children with you, more than I already did.”
“The fifth time, though there are so many more than five, was the moment I saw your face when we heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time, after I was sure I had lost him. You were with me the minute I needed you, and then for you to be there, to see him—though we didn’t know he was a ‘him’ then—to hear his heartbeat with me…Mark, I can’t describe the way it felt. I loved you so much in that moment. We had created that together, and it was so perfect. You face, your eyes…,” Her eyes watered a little at the memory, but the smile on her face was so big and bright. “Mark, I’ve loved you, fallen in love with you, a thousand times over. And I have no doubt I’ll fall in love with you a thousand more times.”