Title: Bend and not Break (11/?)
Author: VietAngel
Rating: T, possible M
Summary: George has a huge secret, Callie has huge news, and when the two collide everything explodes…pulling Callie and George apart but opening the door for new lives, new loves, and allowing Callie to reconnect with the father she never really knew.
Author's Note: So sorry about the wait. I meant to have this posted Sunday night, but I had an internet connection crisis and it just didn't happen. So, to make it up to you this chapter is much longer than usual. Oh, and if anyone wants to download the songs, I also post this story in the gafanfic community on livejournal...the links are there.
Suggested Soundtrack:
"Suddenly I See" - KT Tunstall
"The Way I Am" - Ingrid Michaelson
"Count of Monte Christo" - The Noisettes
"Leisure Suite" – Feist
"Fastlane" – Esthero
"As Lovers Go" - Dashboard Confessional
"Rx Queen" – Deftones
"Take Me to the Backseat" - The Donnas
"Wow, you look amazing!" George exclaimed as Callie emerged from the bathroom fully dressed. She was wearing a red, three-quarter sleeved, empire waist dress that flowed loosely over her belly. It showed off all of her best assets…it had a deep v-neck that showed off her ample cleavage, and it stopped slightly above the knee—showing off her long legs. She completed the look with black, knee-high, leather boots and some adorable knee socks with little bows on the sides. He felt completely underdressed in his faded jeans and vintage D.A.R.E. tee that Callie had purchased for him some time ago. "I'm not complaining, but you didn't have to get dresses up. We're just going to my mom's."
"I know, but I spend so much time in scrubs…I like to have a girly moment and feel beautiful when I can," she replied. "So, you like?"
"I love. You're stunning…and for the record you look beautiful in scrubs too," he replied, walking over and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"More stunning than your blonde, stacked, supermodel friend?" she joked. She instantly regretted it when she felt him stiffen.
"Cal, I am so sorry I ever said that to you," he started. "You know I didn't mean it like that. I…"
"George, I was just kidding. It's okay," she replied, silencing him with a finger over his lips. "I'm not going to lie to you and say it didn't hurt, but I'm over it. We've both said things we didn't mean."
He didn't say anything more. He pulled her body closer to his with a hand on her lower back and pressed his lips to hers lightly, teasingly. He traced her lips with his tongue and easily gained entrance. The kiss quickly deepened into something more passionate and his hands slid down to cup her ass. It was at that point that Callie regained control of her senses and pushed him away.
"Uh uh, down boy," she said as she struggled to catch her breath. "We can't do this right now. We need to go."
"Come on, Cal. You can't leave me like this!" he replied, motioning to the tent in his pants. Callie folded her arms across her chest and tried her best not to laugh.
"Think disgusting thoughts and it'll go away," she giggled. "Oh, I know, think about that time after we first found out I was pregnant and I threw up all over your car."
"Honey, you're not helping. What I remember about that night is kneeling in front of you while you were dry heaving—I could totally see down your shirt," he replied.
"Perv! You're worse than Karev!" she huffed. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, which didn't help George's situation any…she was too cute.
"Callie—pouting is adorable and sexy. You're making things worse," he observed.
"Ugh! Fine!" she exclaimed. She thought for a minute and then finally had a eureka moment. A devilish smile appeared on her face and that always made George a little nervous. "Think about your mom."
"Ok! That did it!" he replied.
"Are you sure? Because I had more…" she started. "You know, your parents have three kids, so they probably had lots of sex right? Yeah and…"
"Callie!" he yelled, covering his ears like a child. "Do NOT talk about my parents having sex!"
"Why not? They probably did it all over the house," she said. "In the kitchen, the bathroom…maybe your room when you left for college…"
"You are an evil woman Callie O'Malley!" he yelled as he turned to flee from the room. Callie followed, smiling and laughing all the way.
For the first time in his life, George was happy to be stuck in traffic. He couldn't keep his eyes on the road anyway—he was too busy staring at Callie. She hadn't noticed; she was in her own little world—grooving to the Rick James CD she'd popped in and singing along. The woman was definitely one of a kind. Even "Super Freak" sounded amazing spilling from her lips.
He licked his lips as he watched her sitting there with her dress hiked up and her legs wide open to accommodate her belly—the flawlessly silken skin of her thighs exposed and her breasts bouncing slightly as she moved to the beat. As much as he loved watching her do her thing, he couldn't resist the urge to reach over and caress her thigh. She jumped slightly at the unexpected contact, and then flushed with embarrassment at the realization that she'd been caught in the act.
"Don't stop on my account, I didn't mean to interrupt you," George laughed. "I'm happy you're in such a good mood."
She smiled brilliantly at him and bit her bottom lip. She placed her hand on top of his and slid it higher up her thigh to let him know just how good her mood really was. That was one hint he had no trouble getting. He unhooked his seatbelt and leaned over the center console to latch onto her neck as his hand continued to travel higher. He had just snaked his hand into her panties when a horn blared behind them…the traffic had finally cleared. George moved back to his seat and put his seatbelt back on while Callie straightened her dress. They had been so wrapped up in each other that they hadn't notice the Jeep full of frat boys that had pulled up beside them—until they all started clapping and cheering. They both flushed with embarrassment and Callie covered her face with her hands. George gave a quick and awkward wave before speeding off.
The remainder of their ride to his mother's house was uneventful. George pulled into the driveway, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned to retrieve the single rose he'd purchased for his mother from the door pocket of Callie's truck. Before he could even blink, Callie was straddling him.
"Callie, what the hell?" he asked, in total shock that a woman who was nearly six months pregnant could be so agile. He looked over to her empty seat and tried to figure out how she had maneuvered over the center console and into his lap so quickly. She made quick work of freeing him from his jeans and boxers. Her nails grazed his shaft lightly and he finally gave her his full attention. He reached under her dress in the hopes of ridding her of her panties only to find that they were already gone. "Ok, how the hell did you…"
She silenced him by stuffing her panties in his mouth. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do at that moment. Her mind knew that it wasn't the most appropriate thing to do in front of her mother-in-law's house…in broad daylight…for all the neighbors or any passing motorist to see—but her body just wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"I married a ninja! That is so cool!" he mumbled through the fabric. Callie would have laughed if she hadn't been so focused. She joined their bodies and they both moaned in ecstasy. George removed the panties from his mouth and kissed her as she began to move her hips slowly. The air crackled with intensity and they could both feel it. He had to touch her, feel her…his hands wandered over her body, caressing her stomach, her thighs, any part of her he could reach and it still wasn't enough. They were as close as man and woman could possibly be and it still didn't feel like enough.
He felt her tighten around him and he knew she was getting close to orgasm, and for that he was glad…because he didn't know how long he could last with her looking at him like that. He pulled her closer to him and brushed her hair to the side to expose her neck. He latched on to that little spot just under her jaw line and sucked hard…she was extremely sensitive there and it always drove her crazy. He knew it yielded the desired results when she quickened her pace and tightened around him once again. He brushed the hair from her eyes, and cupped her face in his hands so she had no choice but to lock eyes with him. He bucked his hips once, twice—and then they were falling down the rabbit hole together.
She fell against him, out of breath and completely spent. When she regained some semblance of normalcy she lifted her head and rested her forehead against his. He fisted his hand in her hair and showered her face with kisses. He couldn't believe that he had ever doubted his love for this woman, and it didn't have anything to do with the constant, mind-blowing sex. Callie was everything to him…his wife, his lover, his best friend—everything good and pure in the world all wrapped up in one beautiful package.
"I'm sorry," Callie whispered once she could speak again.
"Sorry for what? You haven't done anything to be sorry for," George replied, eyeing at her curiously.
"Sorry for jumping on you like that. I just…sometimes I look over at you and I just need you. I—I just love you so much I need to feel you, I need you inside me and…I'm sorry, I'm rambling, I have no idea what I'm saying. I'm hormonal and crazy," she said.
"Stop apologizing…and you're not crazy. I feel it too, sweetie. I feel it too. I see you and I just want to get as close to you as I possibly can. When I'm with you like this…it's like—it's like I'm complete. It's just you me and the baby in our little family bubble," he replied. He smiled and planted a kiss on the bridge of her nose, and then her lips. He helped her ease back into her own seat and they quickly got clean up and made themselves presentable again before entering the house.
"Georgie! Callie!" Louise exclaimed and George and appeared in the kitchen. She wiped her hands and went over to greet her baby boy and her daughter-in-law.
"Hey mom," George said, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hi Louise," Callie said as she approached her mother-in-law. She was immediately swept into the older woman's arms.
"Oh my…look at you!" Louise exclaimed. "You are stunning, my dear. I would have given anything to have that body when I was pregnant."
"Thank you," Callie blushed. "It smells amazing in here; what are you cooking?"
Before Louise could answer there was a commotion at the back door, which signaled the arrival of Ronnie and Jerry. George rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around his wife. Callie smiled, she loved his two crazy older brothers…they reminded her of her own and she missed them terribly. They greeted their mother before heading over to where Callie and George were standing.
"Georgie!" they both said and they ruffled their younger brother's hair. George scowled and slapped their hands away. He hated when they called him that.
"Stop calling me Georgie! My name is George!" he yelled.
"Mom calls you Georgie," Jerry replied.
"You're not mom!" George retorted.
"Whatever," Jerry replied. "So, how's my favorite sister-in-law?"
"I'm your only sister-in-law, and I'm fine," Callie laughed as Jerry gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Whoa, hot mama!" Ronnie said as he reached out to rub Callie's belly. Never one to be outdone by either of his brother's, he gave his sister-in-law a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. "How are you and the littlest O'Malley doing?"
"I'm fine…and your niece is a perfectly healthy little freeloader. I'm happy to have her though," Callie replied.
"Ok you two," Louise interrupted, speaking to Jerry and Ronnie, "go get cleaned up, you smell like a truck stop. Dinner will be ready in an hour or so." They made sure to hassle their brother a little more before complying.
"Louise, is there anything I can help you with?" Callie asked while unsuccessfully trying to stifle a yawn.
"No sweetheart, but thank you for asking," she said as she rubbed her daughter-in-law's back. "You poor baby, you must be exhausted after working all day. Go on up to Georgie's old room and get some rest...I'll wake you when dinner's ready."
Callie nodded and fought another yawn before heading up. She was definitely exhausted and a nap sounded perfect. George started to follow after her, but Louise stopped him.
"And where do you think you're going mister?" she said.
"Um…upstairs with my wife?" he replied.
"I don't recall you being pregnant and tired…which means you can stay down here and talk to your poor mother whom you don't visit nearly enough," she said.
He knew she was right and he felt bad about it. He had meant to come around more since his father died…but then he and Callie got married, and there was the thing with Izzie, and then Callie got pregnant, and of course there was work. He smiled and began to chop the vegetables that were on the counter.
"I'm proud of you George…and I know your father is too," Louise said, breaking the comfortable silence. "The way you take care of her, it reminds me so much of him. My baby boy—it seems like just yesterday you were learning to walk, now you're married and about to become a father."
"I owe it all to you and dad; you set such an amazing example for us. I just love her so much—I want us to have what you and dad had…forty years of marriage and a house bursting with children and love," he said.
Louise was so touched by his words that she couldn't speak. George had never been good with words, but when he was speaking about Callie or the baby he was always so clear and articulate. She had fallen in love with Callie the first moment she met her, but as a mother she had her doubts about the marriage…it was fast and he was still reeling from the death of his father, but it turned out to be the best decision he'd ever made. She could tell by the way he spoke of Callie, by the way he looked at her with such love and adoration in his eyes—by the way he was always thinking of her, even to the point of almost chopping his finger off.
"George honey, put the knife down before you end your career prematurely. Get out of here, go be with that gorgeous wife of yours," she said, shooing him out of the kitchen, "but no funny business young man, she needs to rest."
"Mom, you know I would never do such a thing in your house," he replied as innocently as possible.
"Maybe not in my house, but apparently my driveway is fair game," she teased, letting him know that she knew what they had been doing in the driveway for twenty minutes before they entered the house. She laughed as her youngest boy turned beet red, but she decided to cut him some slack. "George, it's ok. You're a grown man, you're married and your wife is pregnant…believe me I understand, enjoy it while you can because in a few weeks she's going to want to strangle you for trying to touch her."
He definitely did not want to get into a conversation about sex with his mother, so he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried upstairs to join Callie. He found her curled up on her left side in his old bed; she hadn't even bothered to remove her shoes. He kicked off his own, and then carefully removed her boots. He grabbed a blanket from the closet and spread it over her before curling up behind her.
"Hi," she purred lazily as he snaked his arm around her stomach.
"Hi," he responded, nuzzling his nose in her hair. "I thought you were asleep."
"Getting there," she slurred.
"Well then, don't let me stop you," he replied.
"George? You know I love you right?" she asked softly.
"Of course I do," he answered, curious as to why she would feel the need to ask him such a thing.
"I want you to keep that in mind, because I need to tell you something," she said. He didn't respond, his silence letting her know that she should continue. "Baby, this is a very small bed…and if you don't get out of it so I can go to sleep, I'm going to knee you in the groin and frijolita will be an only child."
George laughed and kissed the top of her head before getting up and planting himself on the bean bag chair in the corner. He wasn't stupid, he knew better than to test her. He wasn't really tired anyway; he just wanted to be near his girls.
Louise had put together quite the feast and Callie couldn't have been happier. She had been craving home cooked food for a while and Louise had certainly delivered. They feasted on baked chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, broccoli, fresh baked dinner rolls, and homemade apple pie. After they'd stuffed themselves and laughed until their bellies ached, they retired to the den for a movie.
"Oh for the love of—get a room!" Ronnie yelled at George. He was sprawled out across the sofa and Callie was settled between his legs with her back resting against his chest. She was covered up to her chest with a blanket and all anyone else could see were his hands moving beneath it.
"Yeah, Georgie…the least you could do is not cop feels in front of mom. We all know you have the hottest woman in Seattle," Jerry said, winking at Callie. "You don't have to throw it in our faces every second."
"We already have a room," he replied, nuzzling Callie's neck as she lay limply against him, "and relax; I'm just rubbing her stomach."
"We should probably head home. The shower and the bed are both calling my name," Callie said.
"You two are welcome to stay here if you're too tired to drive back across town," Louise interjected.
"Thanks mom, but I'm fine to drive," George said as he helped Callie up.
"Yes, thank you for everything Louise," Callie started, following George's lead and giving Louise a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I had a wonderful time. One more meal like that and you may never get rid of me."
"You're welcome to come by any time, sweetie," Louise said.
They said goodbye to Ronnie and Jerry and they were on their way. They both had smiles on their faces the entire ride home, and George held Callie's hand over the center console. She loved George's family...and though she was a recent addition, she felt like she had been there all along. Louise was everything a mom should be…everything she had longed for all her life. And Ronnie and Jerry—they were awesome. Once back at the Archfield, she and George shared a relaxing shower together and then got ready for bed. She slipped into a pair of flannel pajama pants and soft cotton layering tee, while George chose boxers and a short sleeved tee.
"Owww!" she moaned as a sharp pain shot through her groin. George jumped up in a panic, thinking something was wrong with the baby; however, Callie knew it was just round ligament pain…a pain in the ass, but perfectly normal. "Relax babe, it's just a little round ligament pain. I tried to turn over a little faster than my body is willing to move. It'll go away in a minute."
George breathed a sigh of relief and helped Callie settle into the massive amount of pillows that now occupied the bed with them. The things had seemed to multiply like tribbles since she'd been pregnant. He placed one behind her back while she tucked another between her legs to ease the pressure on her hips. Finally settled in, she closed her eyes and hoped that the baby wouldn't keep her up. George flicked off the light and ten minutes later, just as Callie was about to drift off to sleep…her cell phone rang. She groaned and grabbed it off the nightstand, sighing heavily at the word that stared back at her…Mom.
"Hola, mami," she started. "Si, I was almost asleep…si…si…pero, mami…pero….Ugh, fine! Basta ya!...Si, la semana proxima…te quiero tambien. Goodnight."
"What's wrong?" George questioned as Callie groaned, slammed her phone down and dramatically readjusted her pillows.
"That was my mother," she replied. "Remember that party my dad mentioned when we had lunch? Well, my mother hasn't forgotten about that…she'll be here next week."
TBC…
