Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I just like to play with them a little...that sounds sooo wrong. Anywho, these characters and all of their glory belong fully to Shonda Rhimes, abc, and all of those great people.
A/N: This is my first fanfic everrr. Tell me what ya think? All reviews (good or bad) are welcomed, they make me want to write more. A little heads up: 'thoughts' , "speech", Callie's text messages , Arizona's text messages - again, this looks confusing but it isn't, you'll see. Enjoy and reveiw and stuff, thanks!:)
Thank you lots to everyone who reads my story. It really makes me happy :))) This one is a little longer than the rest. Enjoy.
Chapter 4 : 1 Month Ago
"And what about 28, what comes after 28?" I ask my 3 year old tiny human.
"Umm, 29!" he says back over excited.
"Yeah! Great job, bud. Okay, okay… how about your name, can you show mommy how you spell your name?" I challenge him.
"Oh, that's an easy one. X-A-V-I-E-R ... R-O-B-B-I-N-S!" he says matter-of-factly.
"What about your other last name?" I say.
"Oh yeah," he giggles "T-O-R-R-E-S" he finishes.
"Okay, how about your middle name? I bet you a whole cookie that you cant spell that! " I say with wide eyes. I love times like this with my little boy before bed. He's so smart and I am definitely a proud mommy.
"That's Sloan just like daddy's name!" he says. I nod and he continues "S-L-O-A-N!"
"Oh boy," I say "I owe somebody a cookie!"
"Now?" Xavier says with wide eyes. Just then, Callie enters the room and sits on the bed with Xavier and I.
"Nooo, now it's time for somebody to go to bed," she says "You have a big day tomorrow!" Callie tells our son.
"Yeah, I know," I chime in, "four is a big number! You can have your cookie at your party tomorrow, bud."
Anxious for his birthday to come, Xavier climbed up under his blankets in his race car bed and poked his lips out for a kiss. God, I love this little boy.
"What? No story tonight?" I asks Xavier.
"No, Mommy. I need to go to sleep so my birthday can come faster!" he answers.
We laugh a little and then Callie and I take turns kissing our boy goodnight and we turn to leave.
"Goodnight Mama. Goodnight Mommy. I love you."
"We love you too, Zay." Callie says as we close the door to his bedroom and headed to the living room. She (along with most of our friends) insist on calling our son Zay. After almost four years, I rarely ever call him that. I have my reasons.
Anyways, Callie and I make our way to the living room and get comfortable on the couch.
"Wanna watch a movie?" Callie asks me.
"Yeah, sure. Whadoyah wanna watch?" I ask
"Umm, Ooo Crazy people living in rocks is coming on in ten minutes" Callie says a little too excited.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You know the movie with the people in the rocks? With the nuclear explosions? In the hills?" she responds a little annoyed that I'm not understanding her.
"Umm, The Hills Have Eyes?" I ask her.
"Yeah that!…I was close. It comes on in about ten minutes, wanna watch it?" Callie asks back.
"Yesss!" I smile, I love scary movies. In the dark, cuddled up with my Calliope. It gets no better.
We sit and wait for the movie to start. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I ask Callie
"Was Mark on-call tonight? He never misses tucking Xavier in the night before his birthday."
"No. I saw him in the building earlier. Plus he said he had off tonight." she answers
"Weird" I say.
"Yeah," Callie says, "the movie's starting, go cut out the lights."
Half way through the movie and Callie and I are going at it like teens in the back of a hot ride. I'm talking full blown make out session. I've somehow managed to get on top of her and I'm now straddling her waist. Her hands start to roam under my t-shirt. She's running her nails up and down my sides and a moan escapes my mouth from somewhere deep within. We should move this to the bedroom because we cannot afford to be walked in on by Xavier again (it happened once when he was two but that's a whole nother story) but I just can't stop. Callie starts to pull my shirt up over my head and I naturally lift my arms to help. I'm in my lacy pink bra, one of her favorites. She unbuttons my pants and start to tug them down revealing my lacy pink panties. Once my pants are off, I start to trail kisses down Callie's jaw line and down her neck. She moans, encouraging me to keep going.
"Get up," I say sternly in between kisses, "Bedroom... Now."
She stands with me still on her. I wrap my legs around her waist and my arms around her neck, she smacks my ass and then cups it. I love it when she does that.
"Demanding aren't we?" Callie says in a low voice, full of lust.
"Oh you have no ide—" I was cut off by the door swinging open and the lights being cut on.
"What the hell, Mark! Knock much?" Callie yells dropping me to my feet. I stand there in shock not realizing what just happened.
"Where's Zay?" he asks Callie. When she doesn't answer, he turns to me. He's seems to be starring really hard at me and then I realize that I'm still in my bra and panties.
"What, Mark? What are you even doing here this late?…Mark! Stop looking at my girlfriend before I hurt you! Now what's going on?" I hear Callie ask while I'm rushing to put my jeans and t-shirt back on.
"Callie, I need to see my son before I leave"
"Wha—leave? Mark what the hell are you talking about?"
"Cal, I got a job offer in Oregon. Head of Plastics, and the money that they're offering is too much to turn down." Mark says.
"Wait what?" I say confused "That still doesn't explain why you just busted into our apartment at…1:43 in the morning" I finish looking at the clock.
"I decided not to go but then, then I thought about it and I guess I'm going now. I changed my mind on a whim and my, my flight leaves in a few hours." he says.
"Wait so you're leaving your son? For a job? For, for, for money? And on his birthday? Are you kidding me, Mark?" I say, amazed.
"It's not like I'm moving to Sydney or something. It's Oregon! Zay can come and visit me anytime he wants. And I can start a new life over there and it'll all work out, you'll see." he says.
"No, Mark! My 4 year old son will not come to Oregon anytime he wants!" I say in a mocking tone. "You're bailing, I knew this would happen, I kne—"
"Shut up!" Mark cuts me off.
"Mark!" Callie finally steps in.
"No, Cal, He's MY son," he said, looking me directly in the eyes. Yes, this was true but we all knew what he really meant when he said it. "I'm not bailing on MY kid! I'm just doing my job. Like I said, he can come and visit me when he wants to, it isn't that far." he said, this time, raising his voice a little more.
"Nice one, Mark, real low. But a little heads up, he's MY son too and no matter what you or anybody—"
"Stop it." Callie said softly to me. She knew that I was getting upset over Mark's pervious comment. The fact that Xavier wasn't biologically mines has never ever made a difference to me or anyone else but what Mark just said was low and Callie could tell that it irritated me a little.
"Mark, are you serious about this?" Callie asks him. How she's able to stay calm through this is a mystery.
"Yeah, Cal." he answers.
"You may not be able to see Zay that often. I mean with our schedules and you know, the fact that he's four and can't come on his own."
"Yeah, I get that and it's okay" he says.
"It's okay? Okay? You not being able to see Xavier should be the first thing on the list of things that are very much NOT okay, Mark! This is ridiculous." I snap.
"Arizona, our son is asleep over there," Callie says, pointing to Cristina's old room, now Xavier's, "and if you'd like him to stay asleep, you need to lower your voice. Like now." she tells me.
"Mark, this can't wait until after his birthday?" Callie asks, still calm.
"No, I have to fly in in a few hours to get settled, I have to go to the new hospital and go through some things with HR and all that." Mark answers.
"I can't believe this, Mark" Callie says. I can hear the anger in her voice yet she remains calm. "He's in there, go tell him good-bye."
"No" I say softly.
"What?" both Callie and Mark say, confused.
"No," I repeat, "don't wake up my son. He's asleep, don't wake him up. You're leaving him, that's on you, but don't go wake up my son." I say quietly.
"Oh, here we go again," Mark shouts, "Look, Arizo—"
"Mark, shut it," Callie says, "You're too loud, you're gonna scare him." just as Callie said that, like clock-work, Xavier's door opened up and he walked out in his Go Diego Go PJ's.
"Mama, Mommy.. What's going—Daddy!" he yells, still half asleep. I can't help but smile at my baby, smiling, curls flying. I've been meaning to talk to Callie about a haircut.
"Hey, little man! How's it going, huh?" Mark says softly, picking him up.
"It's okay daddy. Guess what…it's my birthday!" Xavier says.
"Yeah, I know," Mark says with a smile, "Hey, little man, daddy has to talk to you about something, okay?" Xavier nods his head in agreement. Mark put him down, and squats to his level.
"Daddy has to go away for a while so I'm not going to be here for your party tomorrow. In fact, I'm not going to be living over there anymore either," Mark says pointing to the door, "I'm moving away but guess what, you can come and visit me annnyyyytime you want to, okay?"
"But I don't want you to go away" Xavier says quietly. It breaks my heart to see him like this.
"But I have to, little guy. Just think, you'll have a bigger room and lots and lots of toys at my new place and guess what else?"
"What?" Xavier whispers.
"You can even get that puppy you've always wanted now!" Mark says.
Xavier's eyes light up, "Really?" he says excited now.
"Oh, you bet cha!" Mark replies.
"Cool!" Xavier says back, "I'll miss you daddy" Xavier says giving Mark a big hug.
"I'll miss you too, little man" Mark says. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Mark was on the brink of tears...but I do know better and right now Mark was bailing and it pissed. me. off.
They hug for a little bit longer and then pull apart.
"C'mon, bud, let's go back to bed. You've got a big party later" I say picking him up.
"Will you read me a story?" he asks me laying his head on my shoulder, "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day?".
"Sure, birthday boy, any story you want!" I tell him.
As we approach the door, I hear Mark call our son, "Xavier Sloan" he says as Xavier picks his head up to look at him, "I love you, okay?" he finishes.
"I love you too, daddy." he says to Mark, through a yawn.
With that, I took my son back into his room to read to him. He was out before the third page.
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