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***Grey's POV***

We get up in a hurry and rush through our morning routine. I have a serious case of Jet lag, especially with the time difference. However, I will power through it.

I'm so fucking excited.

"Baby. Let's go!" I lift my hands and Mak jumps into my arms. I kiss his amazing lips and haul us straight out of the room.

We walk quickly to my Dad's room and I bang the heel of my palm against the door.

"I'm ready." Dad comes out smiling manically.

"I can't wait." Mak leans over and latches on to my Dad. Dad hugs him and pushes him around so Mak is getting a piggie back ride.

Dad walks by Mario and Kip's room, knocking roughly twice.

It takes less than a minute before the two are out of the door and joining our group.

"Who is waking the gremlin?" Mak giggles out.

"You!" We all say. Mark can't seem to stay upset with Mak. So he will be the sacrificial lamb.

"Sure." Mak rolls his eyes and smiles brightly.

Dad let's Mak slide down his back and we all move to the side while Mak sticks the spare room key in the door. He launches himself forward, through the door and we bust out laughing.

Mak lands directly on top of Mark, waking him instantly.

Mark groans. He turns Mak over inside of his arms and starts tickling him.

A peal of giggles leaves my baby's lips as Mark takes advantage and blows raspberries on his cheeks.

"Good. Morning." Mak laughs manically while Mark digs his fingers in between his ribs.

"They sacrifice you?" Mark huffs out, his breath coming out in laughing pants.

Mak shakes his head and points in our direction.

"Assholes." Mark laughs. He picks Mak up and deposits him in my arms. Then he slams the door in our faces.

"You Benedict Arnold." I playfully point at my love.

Mak nips at my finger and winks at me.

Dad turns around and let's Mak have his position on his back once again.

A minute later, Mark comes out looking like a whole fucking meal. I whistle lowly and run my thumb over my bottom lip, dramatically dragging my eyes from his legs to his eyes.

"Quit checking me out bastard. Let's get this over with." Mark smirks as I playfully slap his shoulder.

"Damn, Mark. You clean up nice." Mak purrs after making bedroom eyes at our friend.

"You aren't reeling me in today, Mak." Mark walks beside us as we move through the hotel lobby.

"I don't know what you are insinuating." Mak giggles when Mark points at him.

"Mmmhmm. The whole hall heard you two. I realize you rile up Grey to get your brains fucked out." Mark pinches Mak's cheek.

"I plead the fifth." Mak giggles.

I whip around and glare at my little vixen.

"OH my Gahhhdd. You didn't fucking know." Kip belts out a large guffaw.

No. I didn't.

"Baby?" I ask incredulously.

"EGO dont loqui anglicus." Mak winks over at me.

"I don't even know what that means." I glare.

"He said he doesn't speak English." Dad chuckles loudly.

"What language is that?" I ask. Fuck, my baby is amazing.

"Latin. He is showing off." Mario fist bumps Mak.

"How many languages can you speak?" I ask Mak.

Mak holds up his hand with five fucking fingers.

I didn't even know that.

"He speaks Latin, English, French, Japanese and Mandarin." Dad informs me.

"How did I not know this? How do you?" I ask my Dad. We slip into the Hummer.

"It was in his College application." Mario announces.

"Five languages, before college?" I am blown away.

"I started learning Russian and Italian but, I ran out of time." Mak shrugs his shoulders like this isn't even a big deal.

"Wow. You are too much." I whisper in Mak's ear. We ride to our meeting with Mark none the wiser.

"Let's stop for breakfast." Mak suddenly states.

"I'm starving. Yeah, good thinking." Mark high fives Mak and I hold back a knowing smile.

We stop at a tiny breakfast cafe and order food. God, Italian food is divine.

We sit for quite sometime and talk. Mark keeps the conversation going. Dad looks over at me and winks. It's perfect. Mark seriously thinks this is a business trip.

After breakfast, we decide to order coffee. Mark even orders some pastries for the meeting, thinking he will win the board over with cannolis.

We let him roll with it since it completely benefits are cause.

"So, how long will this shit take. I want to be a tourist." Mark looks pointedly at Dad.

"Most of the day. We have a lot of catching up to do. It's been a while." Dad shrugs his shoulders when Mark groans dramatically.

"Kill me now." Mark rubs his hand over his face and throws his head back.

"No time for dying. We got places to go and people to meet." I grab Mark's hand after standing up. I pull him out of his seat.

"One last stop." Mario urges. "Flower shop."

"Why the fuck would we bring flowers?" Mark barks out.

"Because I fucking said so." Mario throws a coaster at Mark that is from the drink bar in the limo.

"Whatever. The longer you take the less time I have to put up with people." Mark crosses his arms and sits back in the seat.

"You are not a morning person." Kip bellows out.

"Never said I was." Mark cuts his eyes over to Kip.

"For the love of all things holy. You really are a big grumpy bear." Kip starts an argument playfully.

"Everyone in this car not having sex raise your hand." Mark raises his hand. "Good enough reason to me." He then drops his hand and lays his head on my shoulder.

"Quit picking on the big baby before he cries." I duck when Mark throws his arm back to elbow me.

"You fucker." Mak yells out.

I turn and see Mark's elbow has landed in Mak's face.

"Shit." Mark yells. He crosses over my lap to examine Mak's now bleeding nose.

Dad hands me a napkin. I tilt Mak's head back and pinch the bridge of his nose.

Mak pushes forward and I hold his nose while he cradles his head between his hands. I look over at dad bewildered.

"They changed that a couple of years ago. Something about the blood pooling up in the esophagus." Dad hands me a second and third napkin while Mak's nose pours a steady stream of red.

"I'm so sorry Mak. I meant to hit Grey." Mak waves Mark's apology off.

We stop at the flower shop. Mario, Kip and Mark jump out.

"Be right back." Kip yells and they disappear into the shop.

"Sorry baby. I'm so sorry." I pull the napkins from Mak's nose and clean up the left over trail.

"I'm fine. I bleed easy." Mak winces as he presses the swollen area of his nose.

Dad leans forward, cradling Mak's face tenderly. He pushes his thumbs around the area that is swollen.

"It's not broke. Thank God. But, we will need to ice that." Dad reaches into the cooler of the bar and wraps a cloth napkin up with ice. He gently applies it to Mak's nose.

I lay Mak in my lap and hold the make shift ice pack to his face.

"Could have been worse." I lean down and kiss Mak on his forehead.

"It's fine really. It was just an accident." Mak lays there for ten minutes before he decides he has had enough and hands the ice bag to my dad. I examine the swelling and see it is minimal.

"I love you, Baby. I'm so sorry." I kiss his lips softly.

"I love you. You owe me." Mak smiles over at me. He is breathtaking.

"I will make it up to you, love. I promise." I kiss his lips sweetly and then go ahead with a deeper kiss. Because, why not.

"All better." Mak beams when I pull away.

"Good." I peck his temple.

The guys come back and Mark hands Mak a stuffed animal. I roll my eyes. What a fucking suck up.

"Sorry." Mark whispers. He leans over and kisses Mak on the cheek.

"It's so fucking cute. Oh my god. I love Stitch." Mak hugs the little Blue Alien to his chest and pets it between the eyes.

"Did you get flowers?" Dad asks Mark.

"Yeah, I made Kip carry them." Mark chuckles.

Mario and Kip scoot into the car and boy are they holding a bouquet of flowers. Red roses, Day lilies, Cala Lilies and baby's breath fill the air with a sweet aroma.

"Damn, boy. You trying to date one of them?" Dad chuckles at Mark.

"I told her to give me the best they had." Mark shrugs like he could care less.

"Their gorgeous." Mak wows out.

We get closer to the facility and I try to distract Mark until we are parked in the garage.

"Why are we meeting here?" Mark asks as we exit the limo.

"It was the only place possible." Kip lies through his teeth.

"Just seems odd. Whatever. Soon enough I will be walking the streets of Italy." Mark smiles widely at the thought.

Kip hands Mark the flowers as we make our way onto the elevator.

"Did you tell them we are coming up?" I ask, trying my best to give nothing away.

"Alex knows." Dad nods his head in confirmation.

Ah, yes Alex. He has been a pearl in making this happen.

The elevator slowly crawls up the floors until it gets to floor five. It stops and a couple more people step on. We move over and let them on.  The new man and woman hit the button for the seventh and eighth floors.

We wait patiently as we climb each floor. The first person exits. We spread out minimally and wait for the the next person to reach their destination.

Once all the new occupants have left we all sigh in relief. It was quite cramped.

We make our way to our final exit. The elevator pings and the doors slide open. Dad steps off followed by the rest of our entourage. Dad slides his phone awake and sends a text, to Alex. Then we follow him through the long, cold corridors.

Dad searches for whichever room we are heading to. He stops in front of a room that is in a hall with only three other rooms, one on each wall. There is a nurses station in the middle. The nurses look tired but, bored.

A few doctors wander the hall, none coming close to our destination.

"You ready?" Dad looks at all of us. I smile and nod.

Mak claps his hands. Kip kisses Mario briefly and I wrap my fingers tightly around my baby's hand.

Dad knocks softly before Alex opens the door with a wink.

"Alexei Carson. You can call me Alex." Alex takes his sweet time to shake each one of our hands. He places a kiss on Mak's cheeks before doing the same to myself and then Mark.

Mark hesitantly accepts the welcoming gesture.

We step through the oversized door and are greeted by a beautiful African American woman.

"It's so nice to see you all. I'm Angie. I have waited a long time to make your acquaintance." Angela, that's her name, leans in and hugs each one of us. My dad gives her a long comforting hug, rubbing his palms soothingly over her back. He whispers something in her ear that has the woman giggling.

"You're a charmer." Angie swats at my dad's shoulder.

"I speak the truth." Dad winks.

Angie grips Mark's hand and pulls him down the hallway. We follow behind filled with anticipation.

We get to the edge of the hall when Mark gasps and takes a large gulp of air. He turns to us with tears already spilling from his denim blue eyes. We all shoo him forward. He turns and stares at the hospital bed, not making a motion to move forward.

I reach my hand out and gently place it on the small of Mark's back. I apply a little pressure to nudge him forward.

"Ma, what's all the commotion?"

"Honey you have visitors." Angela speaks softly to her son.

Sebastian opens his eyes and sits straight up in the bed.

"Mark." Sebastian breathes out. He opens his arms and Mark finally moves. He lunges forward and lands in Sebastian's awaiting embrace.