A/N: I have control issues. If I get an idea, I have to go with it. I own not one bit of Grey's.
"Addison Adrienne, I swear, if you name that poor child after me I will never speak to you again!" Callie stomped her foot, looking at the woman across from her eating lunch.
"Callie, it's not that bad. I actually kinda like it." Addie grinned, taking a bite of salad.
"It is too that bad! Why do you think everyone calls me Callie?"
"You can't tell me that you hate your name."
"I don't hate it," the Latina mumbled. "But you can't name your child that. She'll be tortured endlessly, trust me."
"You turned out okay," Addie reminded her.
"That is so not the point here," Callie groaned as she pushed away her half-eaten sandwich and fries. "Do not make me go to Grey, you know I will."
"Richard sent her home for the day; she almost passed out in surgery." The redhead stuck her tongue out.
"No, Richard did not." Meredith informed her while sitting down, rubbing her swollen stomach. "He tried and failed when I pulled Bailey in for back up."
Addison jumped slightly, turning to look at Meredith before turning to Callie. She looked like a deer in headlights as she turned back and forth between the two.
"Do you know what she's trying to name your kid, Grey?"
"Oh yeah," the blonde rolled her eyes as she stole a fry from Callie's tray. "I already told her no. Don't get me wrong, I love your name but I rather save our daughter that kind of torture through school."
"Thank you," Callie burst out as her hands flew into the air. "Someone who is sensible about this whole thing."
"I kinda sorta don't like your right now," Addison mumbled as she threw a piece of lettuce at her friend across the table.
"You're just mad cause I told on you," Callie pointed out smugly, tossing the lettuce back.
"That's so not the point," the redhead replied as she kicked the Latina under the table.
"Oh my god," Meredith put her face in the palm of her hand. "I married a five year old."