I always felt a little bit jilted by George and Callie's wedding. Yes I know you had full on Christina/Burke drama happening (more on that next chapter) but it still left me unsatisfied. Oh well, c'est la vie, mean I get to imagine it myself.

Nice Things: Calliope Iphigenia Torres - George Thomas O'Malley (2007)

Callie was used to nice things, that was just how it was. Her father had raised her and her sister with only the best and had set her up comfortably. She was used to wining and dining in the finest restaurants and a room at the Ritz. But the Ritz, this wasn't. It was a barely 3 star hotel off the strip in Vegas. The room was warn and a little dingy. The heart shaped bed was tacky and the view out the window looked out onto a parking lot. But right now she wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world. She looked at George, then down at the ring on her finger. Her mother's engagement right was a twelve carat monster and it was one that Callie had always told herself she would one day out do. The ring George gave here wasn't even close to twelve carats, hell, it wasn't even close to a carat. But as she looked at the gold band with the one small diamond, she knew it was the most precious thing she owned and would be something she would treasure for the rest of her life.

She grinned as George began to wake up. Snuggling closer to him, she took his face in her hands and gave him a long kiss. "Good morning Mr. O'Malley." She giggled and kissed him again.

"You better be careful." George grinned sleepily. "I've got an insanely hot, insanely jealous Latina for a wife and she will kick your ass if she catches you doing that."

"You're damn right she will." Callie giggled, propping herself up with her elbow. "But jealous, I don't know about that."

George laughed and looked at her, his eyes studying every inch of her face. God he was so lucky, she was the most amazing woman in the world and she was his wife, they were married. It was this last part that made him frown slightly, something that didn't go unnoticed by Callie.

"What's wrong?" She asked, a look of concern beginning to spread over her face. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No, no, it's perfect. You are perfect." He sighed and laid his head back on the pillow. "We shouldn't have done this."

"What do you mean?" Now she was really concerned. Was he regretting getting married already?

"This!" He made a wide gesture around the hotel room. "You and me, getting married in Vegas by an Elvis. That's supposed to be for drunk strangers in casinos. You deserve to have a big white wedding with church bells and flower petals and your dad walking you down the aisle. You deserve something special."

"Oh thank god." Callie breathed a sigh of relief. At George's questioning look she explained. "George, I don't give a crap about the big wedding. I mean, maybe I did at some point and sure, it would have been great to dance with my father at our wedding reception, but I don't need all that. I have you, and that's all I need." She wrapped her arms around him, he reciprocated the gesture, and for the longest time, they lay there, not daring to move. "I love you Callie O'Malley." George said finally.

She snorted. "Oh God, how long have you been sitting on that one?" She laughed into his chest.

"Ever since I realized I loved you." He said sheepishly. He kissed the top of her head, "But it's true."

She closed her eyes and smiled. "Yeah it is. I love you too, Mr Callie O'Malley."

"Uh uh, you do not get to use my joke against me."

"Oh yes I do. I'm the wife, so I'm allowed."

He laughed. "What do you say we see about finding some food before we head home?"

"Ok, I almost wish we didn't have to go back. Reality sucks." She sat up.

"Pretty much." He agreed as he slipped out of bed and started looking for something to wear. All too soon they were both dressed and ready to leave. As they left, he took her hand in his and smiled. "Good morning wife."

She laughed and kissed him. "Corny, but very cute."

"Now you have to say it back." He nudged her.

She smiled and blushed slightly. So maybe she wouldn't have the traditional kind of nice things, but that was fine so long as she had him. She loved how sweet and kind he was, and if saying these little corny things every now and again was what made him happy, so be it.

"Good morning, husband."

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