My dear and loyal fans, I am so very sorry that I have not posted in a while. But there was a problem with my story and everything I had for it was deleted. I am working my way to getting it back to where ut was, but it's taking a while.

Hope this is good for now.

Just a question, anyone else think the last scene between Callie and Erica last night was funny and slightly uncomfortable? I miss how close and akward-free things used to be for them

Village Voice

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…..Ten!" Erica relaxed against the wall and wiped Callie's forehead. "Good job Baby." She added, with a kiss to the area she had just wiped dry.

Callie leaned her head back against Erica's chest.

"All right, good work Mommies." The coach said as she meandered around the room and helped a few couples out. Birthing class had been Callie's idea. The truth was, Izzie was right. She was scared. Not about becoming a mother or being totally responsible for this tiny human being currently growing inside of her, but of the birth itself. Of the pain and the damage to her feminine area. Erica liked it down there, and she wasn't so sure that she would afterwards, despite Erica's constant reassurances.

It was a two hour drive two times a week, but they had found a birthing class for same-sex parents. There had been a gay couple when they first started, but their surrogate had gone into early labor and they hadn't heard from them since. So for now it was all women all the time. That many women with raging hormones kind of made Callie want hang herself, but then she realized that she was with the most beautiful woman in the room and started looking forward to going to class and showing Erica off.

However, today was a little different. Everyone had shared the stories of how they got together and how their baby, or babies in the case of one couple, had been conceived…all but Callie and Erica. So today was their day, and Callie didn't know exactly how to phrase it.

Callie had hoped that maybe the coach would let them have a pass, but when she turned to them and looked straight at Callie she knew that wasn't going to happen.

"Doctors" She addressed the pair. "I believe today is your turn to speak."

Callie turned to Erica. "What is this, an AA meeting?" She whispered. Erica chuckled to herself and helped her girlfriend stand up.

Callie wasn't usually nervous when speaking in front of groups, but this was different. There were four other couples, bringing the total number to eight, not including herself and Erica, and five babies, not including hers and Erica's. Erica reached up and gave Callie's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Hi, I'm Callie and this is Erica. Um…we met at Seattle Grace, it's the hospital we both work at in Seattle. I am an orthopedic surgeon and Erica is a cardiothoracic surgeon-"

"Wait," One of the women interrupted. Miranda, if Callie remembered right. "Dr. Hahn. You're Dr. Erica Hahn."

Erica nodded. "Last time I checked."

"I knew you looked familiar. You operated on my cousin a few months ago."

Erica got worried. "Did I do a good job?"

"Amazing. It's like he's a whole new person. You saved his life."

Erica never got tired of hearing how amazing she was, and this was no different. But as she opened her mouth to speak Callie shot her a death glare so she quickly shut it. "Sorry." She whispered.

Callie continued with their story. "Anyway, we met at the hospital when Erica came in to replace our previous attending cardiothoracic surgeon. At the time I was going through a divorce from my husband." If anyone was surprised to hear this, they didn't show it. "And she was there for me. It was there from the beginning, just neither of us wanted to admit it. See, in this hospital it's hard to make friends, and even harder to keep them. We'd flirt and stand a little too close to each other sometimes, let our hands linger on each other for a few seconds too long…

"Then one day a friend of mine came up for a visit. She had worked at the hospital, but left for another job in California a few months earlier. We had lunch and she asked me if I was speaking the Vagina Monologues." The room laughed, but Callie's face fell. "And that was when I realized I had feelings for Erica." She looked down at the fair woman and smiled. "But I didn't want to admit it, so I started sleeping with the head of plastics who had been trying to get into my pants for months, and Erica's too for that matter.

"It got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore, all the lying and the hiding, and especially staying away from Erica…it was too hard. So, I kissed her outside the hospital and we became a couple. Two months later I found out I was pregnant with the guy I had been trying to prove my heterosexuality with's baby. Erica was great. She told me from the beginning that she would be there for me, that we would raise the baby together.

"We told the father, there were legalities to deal with. He was the baby's father, so whatever involvement he wanted to have with the baby, he was entitled to it. At first I was livid with him. He basically said he wanted nothing to do with the baby…he had a life, he had plans. Never mind that I did. But then Erica turned to me and said, 'He just gave us our baby' and since then she has been. She's our little girl."

Callie sat back down and the room erupted with applause. Erica took Callie's hand and kissed her. "I love you."

They had lunch at a nearby Italian restaurant. It was Erica's favorite. They had been there a few times, usually after birthing class, as Erica found it ridiculous to drive two hours to a restaurant when there were plenty adequate enough within a twenty minute drive. Even though it was her favorite.

But today was special. Today, Callie wanted to show Erica just what she really meant to her. It was time to take the Next step.