Two hours later, the pair had moved into the living room. Mark sat on the couch in black sweats and an old t-shirt watching early morning reruns of All in the Family. Callie alternated between rocking back and forth on her hands and knees next to the couch and lying on the couch so Mark could rub lavender lotion into her swollen feet. The contractions were now closer to 8 minutes apart. Every time Mark brought up going to the hospital, Callie shut him down. As her next contraction started, she moved to the floor and Mark rolled to the opposite end of the couch, placing both feet quietly on the ground. He had almost made it into the bedroom when she whimpered.

"Where are you going?" she questioned, panic rising in her voice.

"I'll be right back," he vaguely answered.

Mark went into the bathroom to make the phone call.

When he returned to the couch, Callie had resumed her position, eyes closed, absentmindedly using her finger to draw on her belly. Mark took a second to look at his fiancé. Of course she looked gorgeous, even in his oversize Mickey Mouse t-shirt. Though under the peaceful exterior, her face appeared mildly troubled. Her eyes were squeezed more tightly shut than normal, her left hand was clenched in a fist, and her mouth wore no expression. Since she found out about the baby, Callie had worn a smile almost all the time, whether she was falling asleep or popping someone's hip back into place.

Mark haphazardly cleaned up takeout containers and put used glasses into the dishwasher.

Ten minutes later there was a sharp knock at the door.

"Finally," he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who's there, Mark?" Callie moaned from the floor, "it's not even 6 am."

Mark rushed to open the door, hoping someone could talk sense into Callie. He had never been so thrilled to see Miranda Bailey in his life.

"Where is she?" Bailey demanded.

Mark opened the door wider and pointed to Callie. "She won't go to the hospital, she won't let me call anyone. We have no idea how she's progressing. I offered to check her myself, but she refused," he said in a rush.

Bailey held her hand up, stopping him. She walked over to Callie and gently placed a hand on her back.

"Callie."

Callie looked up at her with tear filled eyes. She quickly brushed aside the few tears that escaped.

Mark watched the silent exchange between the two women from the doorway. It pained him to see Callie struggling.

"I know it hurts, Callie," Bailey softly said.

"No, no," she said, sitting up again.

"It doesn't hurt?"

"I'm scared," Callie whispered shyly.

"Well, girl, of course you're scared." Bailey pushed Callie's hair out of her eyes. "This is undiscovered territory. But that doesn't matter now. You love this baby."

Callie nodded.

"That's all that matters. You and that fool over there are baby crazy!"

"But we don't have everything ready. And we still have too many names to choose from."

"That baby doesn't care about its outfits or even its name yet. All it wants is to eat, sleep, poop and be loved."

"Okay," Callie replied meekly.

Mark was shocked. She was usually so fearless and strong. She'd never told him how scared she was for this baby to arrive.

"Can I check you out, Cal?" Bailey asked.

Callie nodded.

Mark rushed over to help her up. Their eyes met and he saw some of that fire return to her. She'd be okay. "You can do this, Callie," he murmured into her ear, brushing his cheek against hers.

Callie puckered her lips and Mark reciprocated with a kiss.

"Hell no. We are not putting this off any longer," Bailey said.

"We don't have to do this here," Callie said. "Let's go to the hospital."

"Thank you!" Mark exclaimed. He did not want to have to deliver his child in their bed.

"I'm not finished. If either of you say a word to anyone…" Callie didn't have to complete the sentence. Mark and Bailey both knew that stare she was giving them. Bailey had taught her that stare.

An hour later Callie was at 5 cm. She'd declined all pain medication, sticking with her "women give birth in rice paddies" rationale.

She refused to allow anyone into the room besides Mark, Bailey and the OB. While they waited for Addison, who they hoped would arrive before the baby, they shot baby names back and forth at each other. They had narrowed the boys names down to three, but the girls names were still running rampant. There were just too many great ones to choose from.

"Jenna," Callie shot out.

"Veto. The second girl I slept with."

Callie rolled her eyes. "Chloe?"

"No," Mark said. "Marka?"

"Seriously? Are you that vain?"

"Joking, Cal."

Her smile turned into a grimace.

Mark stroked her hair, feeling helpless, but doing everything he could to support her.

"It has to mean something," he muttered, while he waited for the pain to pass.

"Emma?" he asked?

"Maybe. Maia?"

"I like that."

"Sofia?"