A/N: Here we go! The last chapter of "Adore". I hope that you all enjoyed our little Mallie journey. Thank you for sticking with me through this endeavor. :)

She slipped in the back of the church, closing the door as quietly as she could manage behind her. Her blue dress, the one that she wore to Alex and Izzie's wedding years ago, hung limply from her shoulders contrasting with the harsh bun that she had tamed her curls into. She'd redone her makeup three times, but had skipped the mascara the last time. No one noticed her come in; they were far too focused on the beautiful glowing bride and her equally handsome glowing groom as they were finally getting married. She watched the smile on the bride's face and remembered when it used to be for her. The priest was taking forever with all of the opening pomp and circumstance. She steeled herself, knowing what was coming soon.

"If anyone holds a reason as to why these two should not be married, speak now, or forever hold your peace," the priest said.

She watched Callie's head turn. She watched her scan the crowd. She watched her flick her eyes up, and she held back tears as Callie caught her steady gaze. She smiled and nodded, assuring her Calliope that she wouldn't ruin her day. She had finally learned that sometimes when you loved someone enough, you let them go and be happy. Callie looked absolutely gorgeous in her traditional white gown. Mark looked happier than Arizona had ever seen him.

She watched them say their vows, and then she watched them kiss. All too soon, they were heading down the aisle towards her. They hesitated for a fraction of a second and Arizona mouthed, "I love you."

Callie smiled and mouthed, "I love you, too."

And then they were gone.

She followed the caravan to the reception and stood at the edge of the tent while they danced. Callie had apparently finally been able to teach Mark how to dance properly and they glided over the floor like professionals. She had to admit that it was graceful. She went widely unnoticed by the guests, choosing to hang back in the shadows and just watch. One man did notice her though, and he made it known when the real dancing had gotten underway.

"Why are you here?" Carlos Torres questioned her.

"To give them my congratulations," Arizona said calmly. "And to let Callie know that I am happy for her."

"She doesn't need you to be here."

"She knows that I am here. If she didn't want me here, she would have told me to leave herself. I'm not hurting her anymore, Mr. Torres." Arizona avoided looking at him as she continued to watch the dance floor. She'd lost track of Callie and Mark a long time ago. Carlos eventually walked away from her and she relaxed.

"Robbins!" Mark's voice came from behind her.

She turned around quickly. Callie was standing behind him. "Hey."

"Thank you," he said before walking away, leaving the women to talk.

"Callie, I can go."

"I would have already seen to it if I'd wanted you gone," Callie said. With a smile, she leaned over and pulled Arizona into a hug. "Thank you."

Arizona nodded. "You never cried over me because you were happy. You did today with him. I think you made the right decision. I'm happy that you're happy, Calliope."

"It's what you wanted," Callie said, playing with her ring. They both knew that it wasn't a jab at the past. It was simply the truth.

"I know," Arizona held back her tears yet again. "I know."

"I should get back," Callie said before walking past her.

Arizona stood there for a moment before calling over her shoulder. "Callie."

Callie looked back at her.

"Congratulations."

Mark watched his wife talk with Arizona. His wife, he smiled. He would never get over being able to call Callie Torres his wife. They had certainly been anxious about Arizona. She could have easily crashed their wedding in a most spectacular fashion, but she hadn't. He was partially ashamed that he thought she would in the first place. But it had been a beautiful day. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life than Callie as she walked down the aisle. Everything else was a blur to him, but that moment had gone in slow motion. Time had dragged endlessly as she glided towards him. She'd had the most brilliantly stunning smile on her face. It had touched her eyes and made them sparkle as if the angels had laid the stars of heaven in them. She was undoubtedly the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he would never lose her again.

Callie walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Miss me?"

"Always," he smiled. "Did it go okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "She said congratulations."

"I'll have to remember to thank her at some point," he replied, pulling her into his arms.

"So when is it appropriate for us to clear out of here?" she asked with a devilish glint in her eyes. "Because I'd really like to get home."

"Oh, so no honeymoon for Mrs. Sloan?" he asked.

She swiped at him. "I'm still Torres, Sloan. And I am dying for the honeymoon." They had decided to keep their last names as they were so as to not confuse any medical doctrines. "I love you."

He kissed her again. "I love you too."

"Sir," the doctor said, "We're going to have to ask you to leave."

"That's my wife! That's my son! I'm not–" he yelled as two male nurses dragged him out of the room. He fell to his knees behind the doors as they swung shut, blocking his view of his wife being hurried down the hall to the OR. Their vacation to commemorate their two year anniversary had quickly turned into a nightmare when Callie had gone into preterm labor. She wasn't due for another three weeks. He'd never prayed before. They'd gotten married in a church purely because she had wanted to. He didn't believe in God, but she did. "Please. Please don't let her die. I know that I might not mean much to you, but she means everything to me. Please don't let her die. Don't let him die. Take…take me instead, anything. Just please don't let her die."

He prayed for hours, never leaving his spot on his knees. He wished on everything that he'd ever heard had magical powers. He swore on everything that was valuable to him. And when the doctor came back out to get him, he barely had the strength to get to his feet. "Is she alive? Is he okay?" he questioned. The doctor refused to answer him, instead remaining silent as he led Mark down the hallways. Finally, Mark grabbed him by the collar, "Answer me!"

"To the left," the doctor indicated calmly.

Mark put him down slowly. In the room was Callie, awake and smiling as their son was being placed in her arms. She rubbed noses with the tiny bundle in her arms before looking up and catching Mark's eyes. Her smile grew wider when their eyes met and she motioned for him to come in. Sheepishly, he looked at the doctor. "Sorry man."

"You were afraid," he said. "Never be sorry for fearing for those you love."

Mark nodded. The doctor handed him a gown and he put it on expertly. The whoosh was familiar as he stepped into Callie's room and quickly crossed to her. "Callie."

"Mark," she smiled, meeting his lips when he bent down to kiss her.

"I thought I was going to lose you, baby," he said, crouching down to look in her eyes. "I was so scared that I was never going to see you again. I can't lose you, Cal," he said softly.

"You won't," she said. "Now come meet your son."

Mark stood back up and gazed down at his family. His son was healthy and strong, and he had the Sloan nose. Mark let him catch his little fist around his finger and he kissed the top of Callie's head.

When Callie finally let him hold the baby, she let her body relax enough to realize how tired she was. It had been a long day. But right now, as she watched Mark adore their son, she knew that she wouldn't have changed it for a single thing. She had never imagined that her life would turn out this way. After Arizona, she had almost given up hope of having a family. But Mark had given her that chance again and she was so happy. They had their ups and downs, but she was more in love with him today than she had ever been before.