A few weeks later Callie awoke at 5 am with a pounding headache and an awful feeling in her stomach. She bolted to the bathroom and emptied what was left in her stomach. After pulling herself up from the bathroom floor she looked in the mirror.
Man I look like shit.
It didn't take long for George to recover and ever since his promise of sex to his wife was fulfilled. Many drunken nights at Joe's had ended with a full blown sex session back at the Archfield. Hey, even sober nights were pretty eventful in the O'Malley apartment. Callie eventually thought that she had caught what George had, it was her birthday in 3 days and all she wanted to do was slap him for making her look like this.
George walked into the bathroom and switched on the shower, oblivious to his wife's raging temper. He placed his arms around her waist from behind and began to kiss her neck whilst mumbling" Good morning beautiful". As much as this sent shivers down her spine she turned round to face him.
"George look at me." She looked at him with death eyes and a face like a child who's favourite toy had been stolen. He didn't know what he had done but he was confused as to what she was feeling. He could usually read Callie like a book, after being with her for so long he guessed it just came with the package. but this look, was it hurt, pain, anger?
"What's up Cal?" She pouted at him. He usually knew that she did this for attention, usually from him, but today she looked sad and deep. He noticed that she had been considerably moody these past few days and this morning was just one exactly like the night before. He remebered what happened last night...
He was cooking dinner when she stormed in from the hospital. She threw down her jacket and handbag and stood there glaring at him. "Erm Cal are you all right? You seem a little erm..Up tight.."
"Up tight, are you friking kidding George. I asked you to fill the car with petrol after work last night. But did you, no. I friking broke down in the car park of seattle grace. Good job derek's shift finished the same time as mine else id still be friking sitting there in the pissing down rain of seattle." She threw her handbag at him, just missing his head and stormed into the bathroom.
"Jeez Callie, would you just calm down. I forgot. Sorry." He sighed. She had been so moody lately.
"Fuck off George. Im having a bath. Leave my dinner in the oven."
30 minitues later she emerged from the bathroom.
George had long finished his dinner and was laying on the sofa reading the newspaper. He didnt see Callie leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom looking at him. She instantly felt guilty for shouting at him. Man how many times had she forgot to do things he asked her, but she never shouted at him like that. She looked over to see that he had left her dinner in the oven and her dessert on the workbench next to it.
She walked over to him and stood behind him on the sofa. Reaching out she ran her hands through his hair. He looked up at her not knowing what to say. She could sense it and yet again felt so friking guilty.
His words stumbled as he spoke.."Erm..are you..erm ok now?"
She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. "Im sorry george. I didnt mean to yell, i just had a shit day that's all. And my frriking 'McHormones' have been rather active recently. If i ever throw anything at you again, just throw it back. Blame the friking Eoestrogen."
He laughed at her and kneeled up on the sofa, placing his arms around her waist. "Your dinners in the oven, it's probably cremated by now and ive left you some cobbler that izzie made on a plate on the workench. I bought you some Ben and jerrys Phish Food ice-cream to go with it because i know you love it."
She kissed him once again and walked off. Watching his beautiful wife walk infront of him, he only had one thought. "Women" he moutterd to himself, smiling and shaking his head. He layed back down on the sofa and continued to read his paper.
"I look like shit!"
"You look a little tired but I guess that's coz ive been wearing you out hey.." He began feeling her up and removing her clothes. "Why...Don't...You...take a shower with me." He said in between kissing her face and shoulders.
She slapped away his hands. " George. stop feeling me up. I feel like shit and I look like death. Its my birthday on Tuesday and I want to look my best. Not like someone who hasn't slept since the friking ice age.!"
"Hey.." He held both of her hands in his and pulled her towards his chest. She tried to pull away but he resisted and pulled her in harder, He began to kiss her head and pulled her face up to his so she was looking in his eyes.
"You Mrs.O'Malley, are beautiful. You've probably caught the cold that I had, we'll go the the drug store and get you some medicine or pills. Ill tell the chief your not feeling too good and you can take a few days off work. He's got a soft spot for you and you know it so it won't be a problem. Ill ask Dr.Nesbit to cover your surgeries so you have nothing to worry about. We'll still have your birthday party and you will look amazing." He finished with a kiss to her lips. By this time she had relaxed into his arms.
"You amaze me sometimes you know that. Planning ahead like this."
"Yeah well I had it planned seen as you were so oblivious to the fact that you would catch my cold."
She looked up at him slightly offended.
"Don't worry babe. I love you for it."
He let her go. " So how about that shower then?"
She walked up to him and pulled off his wife beater.
"Sounds good to me O'Malley"
Little did they know that them few drunken nights had created not one, not two, but 3 small people. And they thought it was just a cold...
