Three days later (Friday)
Addison and I were loading up as soon as we got off work. I was sincerely hoping that we didn't get caught up on a late surgery. I wanted to leave by at least seven. I met Addison in the OB exam room.
"Naomi has a job for you as an orthopedic doctor." Addison told me. I nodded.
"Did you tell her about the baby?" I asked. She nodded.
"She knows you'll have to take leave." Addison assured me. "How have you been feeling?" Addison asked.
"Tired, lots of stomach cramps." I told her.
"That's just your uterus expanding." She told me.
"Oh okay." I nodded. Addison smiled.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Addison asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, I need to get away from this place and I want to do this and be happy with my life, without Mark hovering." I told her firmly. She nodded.
"I'll help you with the baby until you get used to it." Addison decided.
"I figured since we're rooming together." I laughed.
"Come on we have work to do." Addison said and dragged me out of the room. I ran into Mark around four pm.
"Hey Callie!" He yelled. I put on a fake smile.
"Hey Mark." I acknowledged when he caught up to me.
"When can I move back in?" He asked.
"I don't know yet." I lied. The real answer was never, I'm leaving.
"Okay, well let me know." He said and walked off. Sometimes I felt bad about not telling him, but then I remembered that he was McSteamy and he would find another slut soon.
Next Day (2am)
We finally pulled up in front of the house Addison had bought. She sent me straight off to bed with much protest from me. When I woke up I found my stuff was already in my room and put away neatly. I pulled on some sweat pants and a Princeton shirt that used to be George's. I rubbed my small but expanding stomach.
"I love you." I whispered. I found Addison on the back deck looking out at the water. The view was amazing, I instantly loved living on the beach. I sat down next to her on the sand.
"We need lounge chairs." Addison decided. I busted out laughing and dusted the sand off my shirt.
"That might be a good thing to get." I agreed.
"How are you this morning? Any morning sickness?" She asked.
"Surprisingly no." I told her.
"That's good. It might be letting up early." Addison told me.
"I'd love that. What time do we start work?" I asked.
"Eight." Addison replied.
"What's the attire?" I asked.
"Business at the practice, scrubs at the hospital." Addison informed me.
"What color are the scrubs?" I asked curiously.
"Dark Purple or Dark Blue." She told me.
"Good, I look good in dark blue and I would miss it too much." I remarked. Addison nodded and watched a seagull fly lazily through the sky.
"Me too. So how about we get ready and head in early?" Addison suggested. I nodded and stood up. I dusted the sand off my pants and went inside. After a quick shower I pulled on some black dress pants and a nice dress shirt. I met Addison in the kitchen.
"No coffee?" I asked. Addison smiled.
"They have coffee there." She told me.
"Oh duh, I forgot they had a kitchen at the practice." I said. Addison smiled and we walked out to the car together. About twenty minutes and a lot of traffic later we pulled into the parking lot at Oceanside Wellness. I was extremely nervous as we boarded the elevator. Maybe it was just the morning sickness but I was really nauseas by the time we stepped off the elevator. Addison was greeted by a crushing hug from an average height black woman.
"Naomi, it's great to see you." Addison remarked when they pulled away.
"It's great to see you too Addison, and you must be Callie." She said turning to me. I nodded and we shook hands.
"Welcome to Oceanside Wellness, come on let's see your offices." Naomi told us and led us through the practice. My office had Dr. Callie Torres written in neat white letters on the glass beside the door. I smiled and put my purse down on the couch. I walked around behind the desk and ran my fingers along the top of my seat. This was home now. I sat down in the desk chair and ran my hands along the arm rests. It felt nice. I leaned back and relaxed. It felt good on my aching back. My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pants pocket. It was Mark. I figured he must be worried sick, but I couldn't answer it. I needed to be free. He was too smothering and he was trying to hard to be like George. I had to escape him. So, I turned my phone on silent and went to find the kitchen.