Good Song

Waiting, I got no town to hide in
The country's got a hold of my soul
TV's dead and there ain't no war in my head
And you seem very beautiful to me

Sleeping but my works not done
I could be lying on an atom bomb
I'll take care
Cause I know you'll be there
You seem very beautiful to me

It is the rest of your life keeps
a rolling and rolling
Picture in my pocket looks like you
It is the rest of your life keeps a
rolling, rolling, rolling along

Spending the night at the house was a definite no-no for their arrangement. Mark hated it, but he understood it, so he had to make do with whatever time they did have. This night, he had conned Meredith and Derek into taking Sophie for the night for 'parental practice', and after about an hour of begging, he had convinced Callie to come back to t Derek's trailer with him.

She laid sleeping next to him now, the sheets hanging low at her waist, leaving her back exposed as she laid on her stomach, her hair in her face. He was never one watch his lover sleep, maybe with Addison, he was, but he'd never found it as entertaining as watching Callie.

He reached over and pushed her hair out of the way, then proceeded to run his index finger along the outline of her spine. She moved a little, but still did not wake up. He leaned forward then, kissing her cheek and neck as he rubbed her back.

She awoke lowly, humming, mostly in protest than anything, but when he reached around her waist to pull her closer to him, she giggled, "Let me sleep."

"No." He said, nudging for her to wake up.

She lifted her head and rested her weight on her elbows and smiled sleepily at him, "I've been sleeping for an hour. Leave mea lone."

"You said no sleepovers. I'm only respecting your wishes." He lifted the sheets and moved to lay behind her as he kissed her shoulder and kneaded his fingers in her hair.

She watched him over her shoulder, "Oh, I get it. You're not letting me SLEEP. That's clever."

"Shut up."

She chuckled as he pulled at her hair gently and leaned over to kiss her as he nudged her legs apart. His hands went from her hair, and down to her waist, where he slipped his arm under her body to lift her hips, just enough to thrust slowly into her. She sighed and bit her lips as he continued to drop open mouthed kisses on her back and shoulders and she let her head drop forward as he moved ever so slowly in and out of her. If she was having any trouble waking up a minute ago, she wasn't anymore.

"This is so not fair." She said with a groan, "I need my sleep."

"Yeah, don't we all." He responded, breathing hard against her shoulder as he leaned over to nibble on her earlobe.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned involuntarily. Sex was good before, but she didn't remember it being THAT good before they semi-broke up.

He reached around to lace his fingers with hers against the mattress ad felt her start to move her hips upward against him, attempting to quicken the pace, "Stop it." He warned, "my wake up call. My rules."

"Oh, you are in so much trouble later." she warned, not very convincingly, since it was quickly followed by a girly, whimpery moan as he thrust into her in a circular motion that made her eyes water.

"I somehow don't I will be in trouble later."

She chuckled and lifted her head, arching her neck as she searched for his mouth again. As she kissed him, she licked his bottom lip and breathed heavily against his mouth as she felt her orgasm slowly build up. She let her head drop as the first quake hit and he reached up and grabbed her hair again, pulling her in for a kiss as the second one hit and he came soon after.

He waited a second before sliding off of her, laying on his side as she collapsed on her stomach and closed her eyes as her breathing became normal again, "Mmm, that was nice."

"I told you."

She rolled her eyes, but instead of making a smarmy comment about it, she simply leaned forward and kissed him, gently at first, then it became more demanding and suggestive. He kissed her back and welcomed it.

She'd been really insatiable recently. He decided it was because the fact that they weren't together anymore was a turn on--and then he remembered the only other time she'd been that way. He pulled away and looked at her.

"What?" She asked.

"Callie, are you pregnant?"

"What?" She asked nervously, moving off of him and avoiding his eyes.

"Callie, look at me." He said, sitting up as she did.

"Mark--Come on…"

"You're pregnant!" Part of him was shocked and the other part was giddy with excitement, "HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN THIS?" But he was also angry.

"Uh--I don't know" She tucked a strand of hair behind her hair, "Five weeks maybe?"

"WHAT?!"

"The last time I was pregnant you wouldn't have sex with me!"

"Callie!"

"Stop yelling!" She took a deep breath and looked at him, "It was--the time at the house--on the kitchen table. And when I found out--Meredith took a hundred million pregnancy tests and later that day, she made me and Cristina both take one with her one last time to be sure and--bam, I was blue."

He was frowning. She hated it when he frowned.

"I didn't lie. I just…didn't tell you."

"WHY?"

"Because. We were getting along better than when we were together and--it was nice and, I just kept pushing it aside and I just--I don't know."

He scooted closer to her and pulled her legs onto his lap, "I love you. I want to come home. I'm sorry that I took you for granted. It will never happen again. And you can trust me on that because I hate this fucking trailer and I don't' ever want to see another hotel room, and because any other house will never be home--and because I miss you. Both of you."

She smiled weakly, "I miss you too."

"Tell me what I have to do ... anything ... I just ... I need to be home with you. You ... you try to drink coffee when you're not supposed to because you're incredibly childish and have and addictive personality, and you ... you don't eat the right things and ... I ... I am supposed to hold your hair back for morning sickness, damn it! Your hair is too long for you to hold on your own."

She laughed at that.

"…and I want to kiss your belly when the baby is kicking too hard so ... tell me how to fix this. Please? I don't' want to miss anything anymore. Missing Sophie's first curse word killed me."

She laughed again.

"What should I do?"

"Just come home." She shrugged, looking up from her lap and then shrugged.

"Yeah? Okay. And I'm over the whole sex and a baby thing. I promise." He leaned in and kissed her again.

"Let's get the hell out of here. I hate this trailer with a passion." She said and searched around the floor for her clothes.

Meredith sat at the island counter in her kitchen, reading a magazine, while Derek stood over the stove, mixing spaghetti sauce with a wooden spoon, when the kitchen door swung open and Sophie came running straight for Derek, "Hey, Princess!" He said, picking her up.

"Hey, pumpkin." Mark greeted Derek with a smile, his hand on Callie's lower back as he ushered her past the door.

At six months pregnant, Callie wobbled through the kitchen, smiling uncomfortably at a surprisingly huge Meredith as she pulled up a stool to sit next to her, "Hey."

"It's not fair." Meredith sighed as Mark and Derek talked over the stove, "--I'm a month less pregnant thatn you. Why are you smaller than I am?"

"I'm still pretty big."

"I look like a whale."

"Are you really gassy?"

"You know, I was, but--" She stopped short as mark and Derek snorted and laughed, "--WHAT?" She snapped, "We'd be happy to trade with you assholes. You can have the morning sickness, and the swollen feet, and weird cravings and bladder infections--"

"You look beautiful." Derek cut in, Sophie repeating his words instantly.

"Breathtaking." Mark added.

Callie rolled her eyes and nudged Meredith to follow her, "Dicks. What, am I supposed to look hot while I'm carrying a watermelon in my belly--" She said as they went out into the living room.

"I can't help it if I have gas." They heard Meredith say before the door closed behind them.

They looked at each other with empathy for a second, then burst into laughter.

When Cristina walked into the kitchen to get a drink, she found Mark sitting miserably at the table while Derek held the phone to his ear, "Where's the food?" She asked, quickly spotting the take out boxes on the counter "That it?"

"We made pasta--" Derek said gloomily, "--but it made Callie and Meredith nauseous."

"What? Both of them?"

Derek nodded, "And then we ordered Thai food, but apparently, they wanted Chinese, and the noodles don't taste the same--"

"You're kidding me…" She glared at both of them, "You're a neurosurgeon, and you're a plastic surgeon--you get paid the big bucks to order around half the hospital, and you can't handle two pregnant women? Unbelievable." She sighed heavily and went back into the living room, carrying the Thai food in her hands.

As she set the food on the coffee table, she looked down at Meredith and Callie, who looked up, "You're going to eat this. They're not your servants, and they're not interns at the hospital. Get over it, and eat. You're pregnant, not Hitler's predecessors."

They remained silent for a moment. Callie finally took a breath, "Okay. Fine."

They didn't' complain once the rest of the night.

XXX

"Another girl?" Mark said, almost disappointed. He winced as Callie threw a pillow at him, "no--" he climbed off the bed and moved towards her, "--it came our wrong. Another girl!" he said, over excitedly and she giggled, "What are we naming her?"

"It's my turn. I vote for Mia."

"Mia sounds good" He said with a nod and reached out to touch Callie's growing belly. He looked up at her and smiled widely, Sophie's excited."

"I'm excited." She said with an equally wide smile.

"I hate to get all cliché and corny but, I love you."

"I love you too."

He leaned in close and kissed her softly, slowly moving his arms around her waist, when Sophie ran in the bedroom, with a DVD in hand.

"Daddy! Movie!" She yelled, pushing her now long bangs out of her eyes.

He sighed and picked her up, taking the DVD from her tiny hands, "Callie--Mr. Rogers? Come on."

"What?" She asked, "I like Mr. Rogers. My kids will know Mr. Rogers." She reached over and ran her fingers through Sophie's bowl cut hair, "Baby, you need a haircut. You look like a member of The Strokes."

"She likes to rock. Leave her alone." He kissed Callie and then waited as Sophie too asked to kiss her mother, and then her baby sister. "Come on--" Mark said, throwing Sophie over her shoulder as she laughed, "Mr. Rogers time. Since I get no say in the way you're raised." He mock glared at Callie.

XXX

"I'm having a boy." Meredith announced excitedly as she entered the exam room where Callie and Izzie sat, examining Mrs. Allen, who had just had her shoulder reset.

"Yay!" Izzie responded, with slightly more fervor than Meredith.

"Really?" Callie asked her, frowning, "Don't tell Mark yet. I swear, I can still hear the disappointment echo through time from when I told him we were having another girl."

Izzie gasped, clapping her hands for emphasis, and everyone, including a startled Mrs. Allen, turned to look at her, "You're having a girl and Mere's having a boy. Oh, they can get married."

"I don't believe in arranged marriages." Callie said dryly.

"Oh!" The blonde gasped again, "You two should have a double baby shower! I can plan it."

"I don't believe in arranged baby showers either." Callie responded, turning to look at Meredith, and pleading with her eyes to make her stop.

"Iz, no baby showers."

"Oh, come on! I'll bake and cook. It will be fun. Pink and blue everywhere."

"You know, honey--" Mrs. Allen said gently, touching Izzie's arm, "--dating helps."

Callie looked at Meredith, and before she could say something hurtful to Izzie, Meredith cut in, "Maybe just a small dinner, Iz."

Mark woke up in the middle of the night, Callie's side empty. He sat up sleepily and climbed out of bed, looking in the bathroom first, before going out into the hallway and walking down the stairs after checking on Sophie.

He stood barefoot in the living room, his shoulders slumped as he watched Callie doing what looked like meditating in the middle of the room. The coffee table had been moved aside and the curtains had been drawn to let the moonlight in. She sat up straight, her hands on either one of her knees with her eyes closed as she deeply breathed in and out.

"What are you doing?" He asked rubbing his eyes.

"Shh." She said, taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly, "I'm calming down your daughter. I'm Zen."

"You're Zen?" He asked, skeptically.

She breathed in and out again and calmly said, "She's a freaking acrobat and won't let me sleep. And I read somewhere that if I cant get her to settle down while she's in the womb---she's a lost cause. I don't want her to be teenage me."

"Well--" He complained moving to lie down on the floor next to her, "--be Zen in bed."

"No." She whispered and shook her head slightly, her eyes still closed, "I have to be on a flat surface, where I can concentrate. I have to be Zen."

"Right. Zen." He grumbled, his eyes closing, soothed with the sound of her breathing, "I'll be Zen with you." He rubbed her belly softly.

He was asleep in five minutes.

Mia Sloan was born a few months later, and Allen Shepherd arrived about a week after.