Main AN at the end, just wanted to warn...The first section is rather adult, so if you don't want to read it, do not read in between the first set of lines. After that you're word porn free :)
Izzie locked her fingers in the belt loops of Mark's jeans, pulling him into her. Their mouths met with fervor and Mark parted Izzie's lips with his tongue, sliding his against hers. Izzie's fingers busied with the button to his jeans as he broke the kiss only to remove his shirt, diving in again and nipping at Izzie's pouty bottom lip.
Izzie gave a sigh of relief as she freed him from his jeans and the denim collected around his ankles. Mark stepped out of his jeans, kicking them across the room as he tugged at the strings of Izzie's gray yoga pants and slid his fingers under the elastic at her waist and broke the kiss once more to remove them. His eyes caught the top of her tattoo, peeking out from above her cotton candy pink boy shorts. His fingertips grazed the blue and black ink embedded in her porcelain skin and Izzie gave a gasp, shivering under his touch.
His fingers worked their way under the cotton and elastic of her underwear, tracing the outline of her sex. Izzie moaned into his mouth, which sent pleasure up and down Mark's spine. Getting Izzie Stevens off was obviously going to be a thoroughly enjoyable experience and not just a quickie. This would not just another drunken bar hookup with rushed goodbyes.
She bucked her hips against his fingers as they entered her warmth and Mark couldn't erase the smug grin from his face even if he wanted to. Izzie's palms pressed into his hips, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him towards her bed. She managed to maneuver Mark so that she was shoving him back onto the bed, breaking the connection he had forged with his fingertips. Izzie wiggled her hips and removed her boy shorts before assisting Mark in removing his boxers. Mark's jaw fell open, looking at Izzie's nude body in awe. She gave him a devious smile and then shot forward, straddling his pelvis.
She leaned forward, her arms to each side of Mark's chest, knuckles digging into the mattress. Her wavy honey colored locks spilled around her, some resting on her shoulders, some framing her face. Mark reached up and his hand stroked her cheek while pushing away a stubborn lock of hair. His hand rested on her face and she closed her eyes for a moment, pressing her cheek bone into his palm, feeling his length against her sensitive folds. She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his before her tongue darted out to trace his full bottom lip. He locked his fingers behind her head, pulling her tighter against him as he swallowed her mouth and his tongue hungrily sought hers. Izzie gave in to his non-verbal demands and surrendered her tongue as he encircled it and then suckled. He moved to place her pouty bottom lip between his teeth and gently applied pressure, causing her to gasp.
She moved her hips backwards, easing his erection into her center. Slowly she inched him into her and he gave a moan of satisfaction. Izzie grinned, rolling her hips and moaning for herself. Mark's hands slid up her thighs resting at her hips, following her wave-like motions as she moaned again, loudly. Mark could no longer take it and in a swift movement he rolled to pin her on her back-- a few moments more of her on top and he would have succumb to an early orgasm. He was in no way ready to end what they had just started. He thrust forward, his entirety filling her warmth as she cried out, gripping his shoulders and clawing at his muscles with her neatly trimmed, glossy nails.
He felt her muscles tighten around him and quickened his pace. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex...and not that he wanted to; he was sure this moment rivaled it by a long shot. He wanted to go all night but as he felt her legs start to shake he knew she was close, close and tasting the sweet ecstasy as she lifted her head to kiss him. She broke away, her head falling back into her pillows as he delivered three slow thrusts before dipping his head to take her nipple into his mouth. Izzie gasped as the feelings of pleasure only intensified by the extra attention. Her legs tightened around his waist and he quickened his pace, moving from her breast to stare down at her. He didn't mean to stop, but he was overcome by her beauty. Her hair surrounded her like a halo of light; her eyes filled with a sparkle unfamiliar to him. He had seen it any time she said 'I love you' but now the sparkle lit like a fire and he couldn't quit staring. Nervously, Izzie covered her breasts and her hips, which had been attempting to coax him into continuing his thrusting, stilled.
"What?" she asked, jumping to conclusions in her mind. He propped himself up with his right arm, his muscles tightening. He used his left hand to brush her hands away from covering herself up, taking in her creamy skin and perfect breasts.
"You're beautiful," he said softly. Izzie felt a shiver of something almost magical rushing down her spine. Looking into his eyes, she finally felt as if she were worth something. She couldn't put the feelings overcoming her, body and soul, to words. Mark Sloan loved her, and she realized Meredith was right: she had tamed him. Izzie Stevens had tamed Mark Sloan and that was an accomplishment all in its own. The only other man that had truly loved her was buried in a small cemetery in southern Tennessee... Cemeteries, Denny, Meredith, taming? She stopped the vast array of thoughts from fogging her focus; she had Mark Sloan deep inside her and she was getting distracted?
"I love you," Izzie whispered in his ear as she tightened her thighs around him, pulling him deeper into her. Mark tucked his arms under her back, his abs rubbing against the soft skin of her flat stomach with every thrust. Izzie's tongue flicked against his earlobe and he moved to kiss her roughly, thrusting harder and faster until Izzie couldn't take it anymore. Her muscles contracted against his manhood which caused Mark to give in to his own release, his body going limp as Izzie moaned through her own orgasm. Slick with sweat, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he rolled onto his side. His lips gently touched her forehead and she closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of sex and his fading cologne.
Her eyes slowly focused on the alarm clock glowing just behind Mark on the nightstand. 12:15. They made it. Granted they didn't start before the new day began, but they did finish. She gave a proud smile that Mark couldn't help but take in.
"What?" he chuckled.
"We made it," she laughed.
"Shit yes we did..." he grinned. "Wait; I don't think we're on the same page here."
"The pact. It's after midnight," she nodded.
"Looks like we both got our ways then," he grinned.
She sighed happily as his hand moved up and down her side. "I feel like baking."
"I make you want to bake?" Mark laughed.
"It's a good thing...it's not bad baking. It's 'I just had rocking sex time to celebrate' baking, yay!" She squealed in delight. She held him for a moment longer and then pulled away, grabbing her robe and then skipping off to the bathroom.
Mark raised an eyebrow and laughed to himself, twisting his watch on his wrist.
Izzie peeked back into her bedroom and smiled. "Aren't you coming?" she asked, and Mark grinned and gave a nod.
The following morning found Mark groggily buttoning his shirt and making his way into the kitchen.
He paused, his sleep filled eyes finally focusing on a wide array of plates and his girlfriend standing before a skillet, grinning.
"Fuck," Mark said, his eyes widening at her domestic display.
"Oh! Hi! Good morning! I made breakfast!"
"Uh...did you ever make breakfast," Mark laughed. He sat down at the table where Izzie quickly placed a plate in front of him, followed by a glass of orange juice.
"Freshly squeezed," she nodded before Mark grabbed her hand and pulled her in for a long, lingering kiss.
"We have no time for that," Izzie laughed as she pulled away. "What? Round three wasn't enough for you?"
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with the number four," Mark smirked.
"There is when Cristina could be here at any minute," Izzie sighed.
Izzie jumped when she heard the door open and then slam.
"Shit!" She gasped.
"I smell sustenance, where is my sustenance!" Cristina growled as she shuffled down the front hall.
She paused when she saw Mark Sloan sitting at the kitchen table. Her eyes widened and she looked at Izzie, then back at Mark and proceeded to do this several times before she locked her eyes on Izzie.
"Why is there a manwhore in Meredith's kitchen?" She asked, pausing. "Wait...scratch that. Meredith loves manwhores...okay, why is there a Mark Sloan in Meredith's kitchen?"
"Uh..." Izzie stuttered.
"Oh, I won...I SO won," Cristina gloated.
"Nope," Meredith said from behind Cristina, slipping into the kitchen with a smile.
"Oh, alright super secret ninja; care to explain why they both look like they got some then?"
"Mark was beyond drunk last night and somehow wound up in my car when I went to peel Derek off of the bar...Seeing as he has a major surgery today with my boyfriend I decided to nurse them both back to sobriety and let Mark sleep on the couch."
"Whore," Cristina muttered. "Whatever, fine. Make me a plate; I'm going to hop in the shower first... I'M ON TO YOU TWO," Cristina said, pointing first to Mark and then to Izzie, before bolting up the stairs.
"Thanks Mer," Izzie smiled.
"No problem," she grinned.
Derek rushed into the kitchen, planting a kiss on Meredith's cheek as Izzie handed him a brown paper bag. "See everyone at the hospital!" he exclaimed before he started down the hall. He paused, turning back and walking towards the table as he realized Mark was still there.
"You got laid, didn't you?" Derek asked.
Mark leaned back in his chair and rested his hands behind his head, giving a cocky grin.
"Good, now you'll stop being such a jackass," Derek declared before heading for the door.
Izzie and Meredith turned to each other and laughed. "Men," Izzie giggled.
"I need to brush my teeth," she said after wiping down the counter. Meredith gave a nod as Izzie left the kitchen.
"If you break her heart I'll hurt you," Meredith grinned at Mark. Mark tried to picture Meredith Grey in her ninety two pound glory, trying to beat him up
"I may be small, but I am capable!" Meredith declared, before heading out of the kitchen herself. She slipped into the guest bathroom where Cristina stepped out of the shower, pulling her towel tighter.
"Why must everyone decide to use this bathroom when I am in it?" She growled.
Meredith stepped forward, reaching for her toothbrush and Izzie and Cristina both gasped. They caught site of the huge diamond ring on Meredith's left hand as it caught in the light.
"Meredith..." Cristina trailed off. "What the hell is wrong with your hand?"
"Oh...my GOD. Seriously?" Izzie squealed.
"Oh...OH Uh...Izzie could you leave the bathroom for a second...it's just...routine or whatever..."
"Oh...your person thing...gotcha..." Izzie nodded, giving a squeal as she exited the bathroom.
"I'm engaged!" Meredith exclaimed.
"I hate you," Cristina growled.
"Cristina!" Meredith sighed.
"You are...seriously? Seriously! SERIOUSLY MEREDITH GREY! You are...Meredith...and you're...engaged? This isn't funny, Mer. See my face? I'm not laughing," Cristina stated.
"You're being irrational!" Meredith exclaimed.
"I am NOT. We don't get happy endings, Meredith. You of all people know this! And after what happened to me, you're honestly going to embrace matrimony? You get drunk and do the inappropriate men thing...I get that, I accepted it. You do not get...sober and do the marriage thing. It just doesn't suit you."
"Cristina, you're really hurting my feelings. I want you to be my maid of honor," Meredith said.
"Yes, because I obviously wouldn't be matron of honor seeing as my wedding didn't happen."
"This is not time to be 'bitter bitch, I hope Burke chokes on the mouthpiece to his trumpet' Cristina, okay? This is time for my person Cristina to step up and support me," Meredith sighed.
"I cannot believe this," Cristina sighed. "Obviously you said yes because you have that...thing on your hand and you're all...flaunting it."
"How could I say no?" Meredith asked.
"You know what? Fine, I'll don the dress and do the maid of honor thing," Cristina nodded. "But I'm not planning anything with you, that's what Izzie is good for. Just pick the dress and I'll wear it and feign enthusiasm."
"Thank you," Meredith sighed as she watched Cristina exit the bathroom.
"You're getting married?" Izzie questioned as she stepped back into the bathroom.
"I am," Meredith smiled, despite the painful feeling in her chest due to Cristina's blatant disapproval.
"I am still in the denial period I think. How could she make such a rash decision? Marriage...she has no clue what she is getting into. Of course, she's Meredith and she has to do things without thinking...especially when it comes to him and his...hair and what not."
"Yeah...can we stop talking about Meredith?" Callie groaned.
"I am not talking about your fetus again," Cristina sighed. "I gave you fifteen minutes to put the fetus in the spotlight, which is fifteen minutes too long as it is."
Callie shook her head and laughed to herself as her fingertip grazed the spine of the book on the shelf in front of her. "I appreciate you coming along with me."
"I can do Barnes and Noble because there are medical journals I can distract myself with. Or I could just flip through Gray's Anatomy despite the fact that it's etched into my brain."
"Here we go," Callie smiled, holding up a copy of What To Expect When You're Expecting.
"Oh, ew. The woman on the cover is wearing pink and happily reveling in her domesticity. And there are FLOWERS. Do they have the book "When good chief residents go bad and give into their broodiness"? I heard that's a fantastic read."
"Has anyone ever mentioned that you are a very bitter person?"
"All the time," Cristina stated.
"Good, just checking," Callie nodded. "I need something for George to read."
"He can read?" Cristina gasped.
"Okay, why did I invite you along again?"
"Because Addison isn't here, you would in no way invite Izzie Stevens anywhere and you were a bridesmaid in my pretend wedding."
"Oh yeah, that's right," Callie agreed.
Cristina handed Callie a copy of Parenting for Dummies and gave a self-assured nod. "I have obviously made the perfect choice."
"Oh yeah, let me hand this to my already self conscious husband and say here idiot, I got you a book with 'dummies' in the title. He stood in the diaper section of the baby aisle of Fred Meyer yesterday looking like he was going to faint."
"You picked the perfect man to reproduce with," Cristina nodded oozing with sarcasm.
"I'm not dignifying that with a response," Callie stated, she randomly grabbed a father's guide to pregnancy book and started for the register.
"Want to go grab some Chinese?" Callie asked.
"Are you suggesting Chinese because I'm Asian? In that case, I want some Mexican."
Callie rolled her eyes. Cristina was fishing for anything to be mean and angry about and she was not about to get sucked into the bitter well that Cristina had become. "Okay, I am NOT Mexican, I'm Cuban and you need some midol. How about Italian then? I'll make sure the wine is endless for you."
"Oh, alcohol. See mentioning it already has me in a better mood. I shall drink my sorrows away while you drink your fetus water and I mock you."
"Sounds like a plan," Callie laughed.
"You are a decent substitute slash replacement person," Cristina nodded.
"I'll take that as a compliment but you're not replacing Meredith with me, and I'll stand my ground on that, you're just bitter, you'll get over it and things will be all Meredith and Cristina hour again and you two can McLabel everything."
"She can McKiss my McAss," Cristina snarled as they headed to the register.
"I can't believe you are getting married again," Mark chuckled.
"This time? Don't sleep with my wife," Derek stated.
"I'm a reformed manwhore, ass," Mark shot back.
"You're whipped," Derek laughed. "I've never seen you like this before."
"We had sex last night, right? Mind blowing, amazing, fucking fantastic sex, and I couldn't stop looking at her. I have never in my life had sex like that. It was...making love."
"Wow, you're whipped AND gay. I can't wait to call my mother and inform her of this."
"Please do not call your mother and tell her I'm a homosexual," Mark growled.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Derek said as he bit into his granola bar, leaning his back into the wall.
"This is why I don't confide in you," Mark nodded.
"No, you don't confide in me because you slept with my ex wife," Derek corrected.
"And here I was thinking we've moved past that," Mark sighed.
"We have," Derek said. "I'm just giving you shit."
"Have we?"
Derek nodded, before patting Mark on the shoulder. "I'd like you to be best man, Mark."
"I'm honored, Derek," Mark smiled, before giving Derek a bear hug.
"Wow," Meredith and Izzie said in sync as they stumbled upon their significant others.
"Mark's gay," Derek laughed.
"Fuck you, go brush your hair," Mark retorted.
Meredith giggled and scrunched her nose as Izzie shook her head. "I bet there's a ruler at the nurses' station..."
"Better make that a yardstick," Mark winked.
Izzie glared at him before turning to Meredith, grabbing her hand and staring at the ring for the twentieth time that day. "It's so beautiful," she sighed.
"Mark helped pick it out, because he's GAY," Derek pointed out.
"Aw, Mark did you really?" Meredith asked.
"Yes, because he knew bringing a woman meant someone opening their mouths and telling you. No offence, babe," Mark said in the direction of Izzie.
"He's my bitch," Derek nodded.
"What is your obsession with me being gay?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow at Derek. "Something you need to share with the rest of the class?"
"Okay, can we tone down the testosterone for a minute? Seriously!" Izzie sighed."Derek and Meredith are getting married," Izzie said, with a dreamy tone in her voice.
"I informed Mark that he is the best man," Derek nodded.
"Cristina is my maid of honor..." Meredith trailed off.
"I'm a bridesmaid," Izzie squealed.
At that moment, Lexie Grey strolled by, talking to two other interns. Meredith had been struggling to have a relationship with the girl ever since she showed up for her internship. "I'm not taking that as a sign," Meredith sighed.
"You should invite her," Izzie nodded.
"I don't know. What if she brings my father? That's seriously too much for me."
"We'll figure it out," Derek nodded, reaching out to touch Meredith's face. Meredith smiled and nestled her cheek in the curve of his palm.
Izzie smiled as she watched them, turning as she noticed Mark staring at her affectionately from the corner of her eye.
Derek turned and made a whip-like motion and appropriate noises at Mark who flipped him off. "I'm needed in surgery," Mark stated.
"Same here," Izzie sighed. Mark resisted the urge to grab her and kiss her, remembering her request to keep things quiet. He gave her a friendly nod and told her to page him after her surgery.
Izzie watched him walk off and then smiled to herself, which Meredith caught.
"I'm very happy for you," Meredith smiled.
"I should be saying that to YOU," Izzie laughed.
"What the hell is everyone grinning about?" Alex yawned, stretching as he walked by. He was finally on his way home.
"Izzie, you look like you just got laid," he added.
"You wish," Izzie snapped, quickly wiping the grin from her face. Was it that obvious?
"Meredith is engaged," she exclaimed.
"So I heard," Alex nodded, "Guess you're over drunken hook ups then?" he laughed as Derek shot him a look. "Congrats, Mer," he stated before heading off.
"Someday you will need to tell people you are seeing Mark Sloan," Meredith observed.
"I'll deal with it when I need to," Izzie replied.
"I don't see why you two are being so secretive. It's more than obvious that Mark Sloan is off the market and rather whipped," Derek laughed.
"Shut up!" Izzie laughed.
"Seriously, you'll be pregnant or whatever and telling everyone it's an immaculate conception. "
"Pregnant?!" Izzie gasped. "You seriously did not just go there."
"I went there," Meredith nodded.
"I hate you," Izzie sulked.
"You love me," Meredith giggled.
"A little...squee, wedding!" Izzie squealed.
"Thank you for your enthusiasm," Meredith sighed.
"Cristina will come around, Mer. Maybe at the last minute...but she'll come around. I'll talk to you later, I have an appendectomy," Izzie nodded, giving Meredith a reassuring smile before starting off towards the elevators.
"Mark Sloan is whipped. It doesn't fail to amuse me," Derek laughed.
"Okay, and what does that make you?" Meredith asked, her hands on her hips.
Derek pushed of the wall and grabbed his paperwork. "I uh...have to check on a patient..." he said.
"I feel like crap and your driving isn't helping," Callie barked a few hours later in the passenger seat of George's car.
"You shouldn't have eaten all that Italian," George pointed out.
"I couldn't stop; the baby was actually letting me eat and watching Cristina's drunken antics? Priceless. I didn't want to leave. I'm really regretting that tiramisu right now though," Callie said before she placed her hand over her mouth.
"Do you need me to pull over?" George asked and Callie shook her head.
"Just get to your Mom's already," she muttered through her fingers.
George nodded as Callie began to gag, and he pulled the car over in a residential area where Callie proceeded to fling open the door, lean out and throw up everything she had consumed earlier in the day. George reached over and rubbed her back with a sigh.
"You okay?" George asked.
"I'm fucking fantastic, George," Callie growled as she sat up and wiped at her mouth. She touched her hand to her lower stomach and gave a deep breath. "Come on, bebo, give me a break."
"I'm sorry," George muttered.
"George...don't be sorry, just drive," Callie groaned.
George nodded, continued down the road as Callie rolled down her window, taking deep breaths.
They arrived at the O'Malley family home a few minutes later and George parked, running to the passenger side afterwards to help Callie out.
"I'm pregnant, not crippled," Callie stated, but took George's hand anyways.
George tried to ignore Callie's raging hormones and spoke. "I'm nervous."
"Why?" Callie asked.
"I don't even know why… I'm telling my mother she's going to be a grandma for the first time...and I can't help but feel nervous for some reason..."
"We're about to make her the happiest woman in the world," Callie stated as they started up the porch steps.
Callie pushed the doorbell and Louise O'Malley quickly opened the door with a large smile and sparkling eyes. "Hello you two!"
"Hey Mom," George smiled, stepping in to give his Mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"And how is my beautiful daughter-in-law?" Louise asked, pulling Callie in for a huge and rubbing her back.
"I apologize, I'm not feeling the best," Callie sighed.
"You work too hard, that's why! You need to relax, take some time off!"
George and Callie followed Louise into the kitchen and Callie struggled not to gag at the smell of chicken in the oven. "Trust me, I'll be taking a rather long vacation here soon," Callie nodded.
"Oh?" Louise asked, stirring a pot of something on the stove. Callie gritted her teeth and struggled to breathe, her morning sickness kicking into high gear.
George noticed Callie looking rather sick and spoke up. "Mom, we have something important we need to tell you...and we...we were going to wait until after dinner...but...I think you need to hear it now..."
"Georgie? What's wrong?" Louise asked, her eyes softening. "Whatever it is I have faith that you two will make it through it."
George reached over and squeezed Callie's hand. "It's nothing bad, Mom," George stated.
"Well, spit it out...You made my heart stop beating for a moment there!"
"Uhm...well..."
Callie knew she had to take the situation into her own hands; she took a deep breath and pulled a grainy black and white image from her purse.
She looked at George before handing the picture over to Louise.
"What is..." Louise paused, staring down at the image, her eyes welling with tears. "This is...this is a sonogram!"
"Yes," Callie nodded.
"You...you're pregnant?" Louise gasped.
"I am," Callie smiled.
"You're having a baby!" Louise screamed in sheer happiness, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Congratulations, Grandma," George said as Louise wrapped her arms around Callie, hugging her tightly.
When they pulled away, Callie took a few deeps breaths. "Okay, sorry to be a spoil sport but your grandchild is being a pain and I really have to-" before she could finished she was bolting to the downstairs bathroom.
"Oh son," Louise began, "I know that things haven't been the best for you these past few months, with you and your test...and your...your father passing but this, this turns everything around. Look, you're back on your feet again in your career, and you and Callie seem so happy and...Now you're going to be a father. My baby boy...is having a baby of his own. Georgie, your father would be so proud of you," Louise said as more tears tell from her face.
George embraced his mother and closed his eyes, fighting back his own tears as he inhaled the calming and familiar scent of her perfume. It was the same perfume she had worn his entire life, a smell that brought pleasant memories of his childhood rushing back.
"I miss him," George said softly as Louise rubbed his back. She pulled away and stared George in the eyes, never faltering.
"Just think of this baby as his gift to you. Around the time I found out I was pregnant with you, my father died...and your father told me that sometimes an old life had to leave to make way for a new one. "
"I'm scared," George chuckled a bit, running his fingers through his hair. "How do I know I'm going to be a good dad? I mean, remember that goldfish I got from the fair? It died within twenty four hours...and don't get me started on the dog..."
Louise took George's face into her hands and forced him to look back at her, his nervous twitches subsiding as he looked into her eyes yet again. "You will be an amazing father, I just know it. This baby is so blessed to have such well put together, fantastic parents. You'll be surprised when you hold your baby for the first time and all the instincts kick in."
"Thank you, Mom," George smiled. "The baby is going to adore you."
Callie returned to the kitchen, sulking.
"Oh, you poor thing," Louise stated, rubbing Callie's back. "Good thing I have ginger ale, and I have applesauce. It may not sound appealing at all but you need something on your stomach and hopefully you can keep the applesauce down. If that doesn't work there are always soda crackers."
She headed to the fridge to grab a bottle of ginger ale and poured Callie a glass. Callie sat herself on a stool at the counter and Louise set the glass in front of her.
"So, how far along are you?" Louise asked, a proud smile on her face.
"Six weeks," Callie answered before bringing her glass to her lips.
Louise calculated the timing in her head. "March baby?"
"Yes," George nodded.
"Oh, a St Patty's day baby, nothing less for an O'Malley as your father would say..." Louise trailed off, clearing her through when she gathered her thoughts and grabbed the ultrasound picture to look at it.
"I can't wait to tell Ronnie and Jerry when they get home," George grinned.
"George, you don't need to show off," Callie stated.
"Oh you boys, constantly trying to outdo one another. They are still going on about how you got such a gorgeous wife. I told them to stop harassing you because one day you would come out on top."
"And I so did," George smiled, leaning over to kiss Callie on the forehead.
AN: Alright guys theres your McStizzie sex and I hope you aren't dissapointed. Special shoutout to Lilly for being my test reader and accuracy checker, LOL. More sappy CaGe because I love George's Mom and since they never gave us her reaction to their Vegas wedding I felt a reaction to baby O'Malley was needed. Can I mention how much I love writing Cristina? As always, special thanks to my regular readers/reviewers, you guys always make my day! ALSO: If you havent yet, go to my profile and check out the link for my McStizzie forum and JOIN, come post your fics and yammer on with us about the glory that is McStizzie. YAY!
