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Callie paced the space from the stove and the center island over and over again. Her dress flowing perfectly as she moved. She couldn't believe she had agreed to get married so quickly. But everything had come together very well. She had decided that her mother and Addison were the perfect wedding planners and needed to take it on as a hobby. They had managed to whip up a perfect ceremony in less than 4 days. She thought she would have regretted putting Addison in charge of the dresses for herself and Cristina but she was surprised in what she had picked out. Both were in sleeveless knee-length flowing dresses in chocolate brown. Callie had fallen in love with them and Cristina didn't make a big deal about wearing it. Her dress on the other hand had taken several times and 4 hours in the dress shop. She had tried on at least 15 different dresses. She just couldn't find the right one. Finally the last dress was the winner. It was very simple but still had that elegance to it. She knew it was the dress when she walked out of the dressing room and her mother cried. The v-neck white chiffon dress hugged her in just the right places but flowed perfectly over her stomach and legs. The veil was very simple. It was attached to a very thin headband like tiara and flowed down her back. Her hair was down in soft curls, framing her face.

She took a deep breath and looked at the two girls who slept soundly in their swings. They were dressed in matching dresses. The tops were the same chocolate brown as Addison and Cristina's dresses but the bottom was white chiffon. Their raven hair was just long enough for Callie to clip tiny silver butterflies in their hair. She watched as Teresa carried the girls out of the kitchen and walked them to Rosa. Cristina and Addison were standing in front of the door, waiting for the ceremony to begin. She turned and smiled at her father. She hugged him tightly and her father held on for a little longer than she had intended. When he pulled away she could see the tears in his eyes.

"Daddy, don't cry. If you cry I'll cry." She said, reaching over and brushing away the few tears that had brimmed over.

"I can't help it, mija. You're so beautiful." He whispered. Callie smiled and her hand rubbed across the single diamond hanging around her neck. Her father had given I to her when she had turned sixteen. She had put it away and swore to never wear it unless for a special occasion. Her wedding seemed the perfect time to finally wear it.

"You know when I gave you that, I didn't expect that the next time I saw it I'd be giving you away." He said, rubbing his hand over hers. Callie smiled and hugged him again.

"Don't think of it like that. You love Mark. Think of it as getting another son. Only this one is worth the wait." She said with a smile. Emilio chuckled and shook his head at his youngest child.

"He is. He loves you very much and for that alone I respect him. He's taken very good care of you and the girls. He's already a wonderful father and I'm certain he'll make a wonderful husband." He said, and then pressed a kiss on to her cheek. The music began to play and she watched as Cristina and Addison each walked out of the door. Her father offered his arm and Callie looped her arm in and in the other carried a small bunch of wildflowers. She smiled as her father placed his other hand on top of Callie's and tightly held on to it. She was happy that the only guests in attendance were Meredith, the chief and Adele, her brothers, and surprisingly Alex. Her father had warned her that if George or Izzie showed up they would pay. Addison had already called dibs on kicking Izzie's ass if she tried to ruin Callie's day. Callie's heart thumped faster as she reached the gazebo. Mark stood there, his hands clasped in front of him and wearing the biggest smile she had ever seen. She looked to hi left for a brief moment and smiled at Derek and her brother, Jaime. She was happy mark had chosen Jaime to stand up with him. Jaime gave her a small wink and nodded his head back to Mark. Callie turned her focus back to Mark and she smiled as he reached up and wiped a way a tear. Everything around her stopped as her father placed her hand in Mark's opened ones. She barely heard the minister ask who gave her to him. It was only when her father kissed her cheek, did she snap back. She stared into mark's eyes and she knew that she was doing the right thing. She reached over and handed Cristina her bouquet, and took both of Mark's hands and then began her vows.

"Where do I start? How about the first time I met you. There I was a girl alone in the bar, hurt over a man who chose his friends over me. I did something that I swore to myself I would never do. I picked up a guy at a bar. At the time I had thought it to be dirty and so wrong but I've now come to realize that you were right. It was cheerful. You made me feel wanted and I wasn't alone. Then when my marriage failed you were there to pick up the pieces and put hem back together, as a friend. I wanted it to be more so I flirted and well made your life miserable. So that day in the closet was the beginning of our relationship. Not only did it turn us into what we are today it gave me our beautiful daughters. And as pissed at the time I was for you knocking me up, I now thank you because they and you are my whole world. If I had the chance to do it all over again I would and not change a single thing. I love you with every breath of my body and every beat of my heart."

The words flowed for her with out hesitation or remorse. Every word was the truth. By the time she had finished she was crying. She reached up and wiped them away and watched as he took a deep breath and started his own vows.

"Ok, we all know I'm not one for words, but here I go. Callie, you are well let's say not the easiest person in the world to like. Our little night even though I had at the time wanted more, was more than I thought I could handle. You were straightforward with me and basically made me doubt myself because you were the one woman who I wanted to get my hands on but couldn't because you were either too stubborn or married. You told me the truth and never gave me the sugarcoated answers. You were the lion I wanted to tame but instead you tamed me. The day you asked me if I was the kind of man who remembered birthdays, anniversaries, I was truthful. I wasn't. So when you told me you were pregnant I panicked. I didn't think I could be a father and the man you needed to support you. So I ran. But coming back was the smartest thing I could have ever done. I'm now the man who wouldn't forget a date if it killed me. You are my light, my world my everything Calliope Torres and I love you."

Callie couldn't believe that he had managed to write such perfect vows. He wasn't one for words. His proposal was proof of that. But he had written beautiful words and they seemed to pour straight from his heart.

"That was amazing Mark." She said, as a single tear ran down her cheek. Mark raised his hand and wiped away the tear with his thumb.

"Oh good, I re-wrote them 4 times." He whispered so only she could hear. Callie chuckled and rolled her eyes at him. He was such a goofball at times.

As the minister pronounced them husband and wife, Callie threw her arms around Mark's neck and kissed him deeply. A small applause erupted as they kissed. Her father cleared his throat when the kiss lasted longer than it should have. Callie pulled away and giggled. She took Mark's hand in hers and held it tightly as the minister introduced them as Mr. and Mrs. Mark Sloan.

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3 months later

Cristina cuddled closely to Jaime, her breathing labored after a sex session that caused both to collapse in exhaustion. Jaime lazily draped his arm around Cristina's waist and held her as their bodies calmed. She rolled over, facing him. Jaime smiled and gently brushed her hair from her face, exposing her dark brown eyes. He stared into them for a moment and then pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you." He whispered. Cristina smiled and kissed him softly.

"I love you too." She replied as she pulled back. Jaime gave her a small wink, as he pulled away from her. Cristina sat up, pulling the sheet around her exposed body. She watched as he pulled on his boxers then his robe.

"Where are you going?" she asked. Jaime walked over to her and kissed her cheek.

"Just stay here and wait for me. I'll be right back." He said, and then left eh room. Cristina shook her head and pulled the sheet away and kicked her legs to the side of the bed. She shivered as her bare feet touched the cool hardwood of her room. She softly padded to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. She reached in and pulled out a silk, spaghetti-strap gown and slipped it over her head. Smoothing out the small wrinkles, she walked to the bed and climbed back in, pulling the down comforter over her. She grabbed the remote sitting on the nightstand and flipped on the flat screen hanging across the room. She surfed through the channels, trying to find something other than infomercials. They had satellite TV and over 500 hundred channels and there was nothing on. As she reached the movie channels, Jaime opened the door and walked in with his back to the bed. He appeared to have his hands full because he gently kicked the door shut.

"Do you need some help?" she asked from the bed. Jaime quickly shook his head, keeping his back to her.

"No stay there, I'm coming to you. And close your eyes." He said, causing Cristina to sigh.

"Jay, I don't like surprises." She said, only causing Jay to turn his head over his shoulder and raise his eyebrow at her.

"You look like your sister when you do that. Please don't ever do it again. I would like to think of you as Jay and not my best friend thank you very much." She said, and put her hands over her eyes. Jaime smiled and turned around.

"No peeking." He warned as he moved closer to the bed.

"Jay, I'm serious. I hate surprises." Cristina said from behind her hands.

"Oh deal with it and let me be me, ok?" He said. Cristina sighed and felt the bed shift under his weight.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"No, and stop asking." He said, and set a tray of fresh strawberries and chocolate on the bed. He picked up the single long stemmed red rose and placed the ring that was tied to it on the top of the curling petals. He moved the rose close to her face, careful not to disturb the ring's resting place.

"Ok, now open." He whispered.

Cristina pulled her hands away from her face and stared at the rose for a moment, speechless.

"Jaime, I…" she started but he put his finger to her lips, hushing her.

"I know what happened to you sucked, it sucked in more ways than one. But remember I would never do that to you. What he said to you about letting you go and be free was stupid and spineless. I don't want you to be free. I want you to be mine. I want to wake up next to you and know that when you aren't there you're working because that's who you are. You love your work and I know that after a 48-hour shift you'll be coming home to me in the end. I love you for who you are and I would never change you. I would be honored if you would marry me." He explained. Cristina just stared, not speaking and clenching the sheet so hard that her knuckles began to turn white.

"Cris, say something please." Jaime asked, but Cristina just shook her head. Instead she let go of the sheet and kicked her legs over the side of the bed and got up. The shift in the weight caused the strawberries to topple and spill all over the bed and floor. She looked over her shoulder giving him an apologetic look, then left the room, leaving a stunned Jaime alone.