Now guys, do you really not know me by now. If Callie is pregnant, I would never make it a Mallie baby, although it may be genetically, it wont really be. So relax, Callica all the way

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"You know," Addison began as she entered the room, file in hand. "If you wanted me to come back all you had to do was ask."

Callie attempted to smile, but she had never been so uncomfortable in her life. She was sitting there on the table alone, a thin hospital gown all that was protecting her from the world.

Addison sat down in the chair across from the exam table.

Callie knew the answer already. "I'm pregnant aren't I?"

"I'm sorry Callie. The tests don't lie. And the nausea, the back pain, the stomach cramping. Not to mention you haven't had a period in over two months." She put the file down and powered up the ultrasound machine. "Do you want to see the baby?"

Callie turned her head in the opposite direction.

Addison sighed. She'd been in Callie's shoes before. "Well I'm just going to check to make sure everything is on track in case you do decide to keep it." She just hoped Callie didn't make the same mistakes she did. Everything looked fine with the little life inside of Callie. "Developing right on schedule."

Callie put her arm behind her head and turned her head even further away from the screen.

Addison checked the heartbeat, which was also perfectly fine. Callie couldn't help but let the tears fall as she heard the fast rhythmic beats. Everything had been going fine, everything was great. Why now?

Addison wiped the gel from Callie's stomach and covered her back up, returning to her chair. "You're about 8 weeks along. The fetus is just over an inch, you can see the ears beginning to develop and the hands and feet." Addison realized she was talking to herself and jotted her findings down on Callie's chart. When she was done she closed up the folder and put it aside. "Callie?"

Callie would not move.

"Callie, what are you going to do?"

Still she received no response. "I'm judging your conception was around the 28th because it looks like the baby is just entering the 8th week." Still nothing. She got up and walked over to where Callie was facing and knelt down beside her. "Callie, I know you're scared. I do, believe me I do." She put her hand on Callie's arm. "I'm here for you."

Erica was waiting for Callie right outside the exam room, but once they were done Callie stormed right out of the room and out of the hospital. Erica stayed back and talked to Addison.

"She's pregnant."

Erica was in a state of shock similar to Callie's. "I can't lose her."

"Tell her that."

Erica nodded. "Thanks Addison."

Callie didn't know where to go. She had moved out of Christina's place and in with Erica, but she couldn't go there. Everything was so messed up. She didn't know how long she was sitting in her car, but it had to be a good amount of time because eventually Addison came out and slid into the passenger seat beside her.

"I don't know what to do."

"That's perfectly normal Callie."

They sat there in silence for a while. "What did Erica say?" Callie finally asked.

"She's concerned about you."

"She didn't say she never wants to see me again?"

"Callie, she knows you had sex before you two got together. She knows you had sex with Mark before you two got together. She even knows it was less than 48 hours before you got together. . . She loves you."

Callie unconsciously placed a hand over her lower abdomen. "She's the love of my life. I don't know what I would do without her Addy. But this is my child. I couldn't live with myself knowing I killed my own child."

Addison grimaced, but hid it well. She knew Callie wasn't saying anything about her or the personal choices she had made. "So you're keeping it?"

Callie slammed her hands down on her steering wheel. "I don't know. Everything was perfect, and now…Now I don't know."

"Go home Callie. Go home and talk to Erica."

"She doesn't get out for at least another 45 minutes."

"Good. Then go home and think. Then when she gets home, talk with her. Let her know what you're feeling. She may be feeling the same thing."

After dropping Addison off at her hotel, Callie drove straight to the home she shared with Erica. It was a nice house, grey with white shutters and trimmings. There was a stone fireplace in the middle of the living room, hardwood floors, a spacious dining room, more than enough room for them both to cook and move around the kitchen, a den with a window seat and flat screen TV. There was a fenced in yard behind the house, enough room for a pool and plenty of trees for a really cool tree house. Upstairs was the master bedroom, Erica's office and two spare bedrooms. The one right next to their room would be perfect for a nursery. It was facing the back of the house with a nice view of the yard and the little stream that ran behind the house.

Callie kicked off her shoes and collapsed down on the mocha and ivory sheets of her and Erica's king size bed, disturbing one sleeping cat.

"Oh, sorry Domino." She moved over and the cat curled up next to her, resting her head on Callie's hip. That was how Erica found them when she got home three hours later. She quietly put down her bag and took a detour down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and picked a blanket up from the hall closet on her way back to the bedroom. She covered Callie with the blanket and sat down beside her on the bed.

"Hey."

Erica brushed the hair from Callie's face. "Hey."

"You came home."

"Did you expect me not to?"

"Kinda."

"I'll always come home."

Callie smiled and reached up to caress Erica's face. "You've been crying."

"Here, sit-up." She helped Callie to sit-up and gave her the glass of water. "Drink this."

Callie took the glass and took a few sips. "Why were you crying?"

Erica smiled and tucked a hair behind Callie's ear. "I don't want to lose you."

Callie looked up. "Why would you lose me?"

"Cause you're having Mark's baby. I thought you'd want to have it with him. Be the…perfect little family."

Callie put the glass down and turned so that she was facing Erica and grabbed her hands. "Yes, this is Mark's baby, but there is absolutely no chance that I am going back with him. We were never together in the first place, it was just sex. Certainly not enough to raise a child together."

"So what do you want?" Erica asked, barely a whisper.

"You. Erica, I love you. That's not going to change. Not now, not ever. You make me the person I want to be. You make me happy. I never thought so many things were possible until you came into my life. You're my soul mate. Every minute we're apart is another minute I'm wishing we were together." She leaned over and kissed a tear from Erica's cheek. "I want this baby, but I can't do it without you."

"You won't have to." Erica scooted closer and threw her arms around Callie, protecting her and their baby from anything and everything in the world. She pulled away and locked eyes with the other woman, wiping away her tears and her fears with a stroke of her hand. She took that same hand and rested it over Callie's abdomen. "We're having a baby."

Callie burst out in tears. "We're having a baby." This wasn't anywhere near where she thought things would go, but she couldn't be more happy, excited and scared if she tried. It wasn't going to be easy, nothing ever was, but they could handle it. They could handle anything together.