Mark Sloan was unusually nervous—a rare sight in the halls of Seattle Grace. He walked with purpose, flowers in hand, toward Lexie, who stood at the nurses’ station scribbling notes. Everyone had told him to go for it.

Cristina had said, “Sloan, if you wait any longer, she’ll be in a retirement home.”

Meredith raised an eyebrow.

—“Just try not to Sloan this up.”

Even April gave him a pep talk.

As he opened his mouth to speak, footsteps echoed down the hall. Lexie’s head turned first—then her whole expression shifted. She lit up like the morning sun.

You appeared at the end of the corridor, still in your pediatric scrubs, carrying a small gift bag. Lexie smiled widely and walked straight toward you, completely unaware of the small crowd now staring.

You leaned in, whispering something, and Lexie laughed. Her hand found yours naturally, and just before you turned to leave, she stopped and turned back toward the group.

—“Oh! Guys,” she said cheerfully, tugging you gently closer. “I want you to meet my spouse. They work in peds here.”

Meredith blinked slowly.

—“Wait. Spouse?”

Cristina’s jaw dropped.

—“You’re married?!”

April’s hands shot to her face.

—“Oh my God! That’s so romantic!”

Lexie beamed.

—“We got married last spring. Super small, no fuss.”

Mark’s bouquet dropped slightly in his grip.

—“You guys never told anyone?” Meredith asked, stunned.

Lexie shrugged with a soft smile.

—“We like keeping things ours.”

Just then, you leaned closer and whispered something to her. She nodded and turned to the others.

—“Anyway—we’ve got a reservation to get to. See you tomorrow!”

The hallway went silent as you both disappeared around the corner.