"Mom, for the millionth time, Mark and I are not together." Callie huffed.

She held her daughter in her arms, the baby constantly squirming and distracting her from the task at hand. They had been out for over four hours, though it felt like days.

"I'm just saying, that baby of yours deserves two, loving parents. Mark is handsome! I love him!" her mom gushed tickling her granddaughter's feet causing the most adorable laugh to sound.

Shifting Sofia to her other hip and—literally—shoving a pacifier into her mouth, Callie began to gather her things. "We're not discussing this any further. Can we just leave?"

Lucia shook her head at her daughter's attitude. "Fine. I think little miss here is starting to get tired anyway."

"Oh, really? I haven't noticed." Callie muttered under her breath while she stuck Sofia in the store's shopping cart. She winced after taking her first step. "Actually, do you mind taking everything to the check out line? I have to use the ladies room."

With a simple nod from her mother, Callie grabbed her purse and searched for the nearest restroom.

The past few weeks have been hectic; her father had recently passed away and her mother decided it would be best to move in with her daughter while she tried to move on. Callie hadn't been too close with her parents the past few years. She came out as bisexual right after college, and her parents saw that as a sin, a reason to abandon their daughter and take away all her money. She had struggled to stay sane through her intern year at Seattle Grace, with hectic hours at the hospital accompanied by sneaking residence in the hospital basement. It was one night, barely a year ago, when she drowned her sorrows in alcohol, did she drag one Mark Sloan to her basement home and go on to have a one night stand.

She tapped her foot and waited of the pestering stick to reveal what she had been anxious about all day. The faucet ran, the swish and constant ambient sound only able to calm her down slightly.

"Come on, come on," she whined having a sudden urge to stomp her foot.

She was barely in her 2nd year, her life was just beginning. She had always wanted kids, it was her dream, but she wasn't sure if she could handle being pregnant while trying to be the best resident at the hospital. Her thoughts trailed to Mark. She saw him around the hospital on occasion, the salt and pepper haired attending very attractive, but she wasn't sure she wanted to be tied to him for the rest of her life.

A pretty pink plus sign appeared.

"Dammit," tears sprung in her eyes, caramel hands angrily twisting the faucets until the water ceased to run. She wiped at her eyes, eye liner smudging into streaks of black. "Dammit!" her heart pounded, stomach twisted.

The day passed slowly. Her body took her around the hospital, completed tasks for her, treated patients, but her mind was somewhere else. She kept thinking about this baby, what he/she would look like, what her family would think, how her life would change.

"Torres, you okay?" she jumped. She looked up, throat tight when she looked at Mark.

She bit her lip and grabbed his arm. "We need to talk."

Dragging him to the basement and into her room, they flopped back on the covers, her quilt she's had since she could remember warm and protective under her. It gave her some comfort and strength to what she was about to say. She blinked back tears and wiped under her eyes again. Her black nail polish shone under the one light bulb in the room, the chain swinging back and forth as if to hypnotize her.

"I'm pregnant."

Flash forward a year and here she stood. She had a beautiful daughter, Sofia, and a best friend whom she was now so glad was in her life. He was was there for her, took care of her. She loved him, but she wasn't in love with him, but she was grateful that he was Sofia's father.

She stepped into the bathroom, moans and gasps touching her ears.

"Yes…right…there!" a woman panted.

Callie's eyes bugged out of her head. She should have just turned around to find another bathroom, any bathroom that didn't contain two women literally fucking in a dirty mall bathroom. She saw blonde hair and dark fingers tangling in their wavy locks over and over, a back both soft and tight that led to-

That ass does not quit!

"Oh my god!"

Callie swallowed hard, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Crap. She had just got caught like a pervert, a peeping tom.

The blonde head turned, blue eyes meeting hers and she could have sworn her stomach did flips. Their eyes remained locked and to be honest, she wasn't sure why. They were a simple blue. A normal blue, nothing extraordinary or overly magnificent, but…

The smirk that read in them, the few damp strands of her hair falling into her eyes when the other woman hopped off of her in a haste was filled with a beauty she had never seen.

Shaking her head, their gaze becoming too intense, Callie cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, I'll go find another bathroom-"

"Don't." the blonde woman said. She bent down, her eyes never leaving Callie's as she pulled her jean shorts back into place ever so slowly.

Callie's tongue became dry. "Um, I, are you sure?" the other woman was already dressed and slipping past her, by the time she finished stuttering.

"I'm almost done, sorry, I thought I locked the door." she laughed. She finally tore her eyes from Callie so she could slip on her tank top, but she refrained from moving.

Both of them just stood in place, the drips and few drops from the sinks echoing off of the stained white tiles. The brunette had no idea what to say. She was still processing the fact that had just become the definition of cock blocking.

"She was a little clingy, anyways." the woman across from her said taking a step forward. "I mean, I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to finish but…"

Callie could only breath as the blonde looked her up and down like she was the most delicious thing she had ever seen. Pale hands were suddenly on her sides, drifting from the bottom of her black, leather jacket to the loops of her jeans. She held her tongue, her brown eyes fixated on a single bead of sweat that trailed to the crevice between the blonde's breasts. Licking her lips, Callie moved back against the door so she could hopefully regain some of her composure. The blue eyed vixen in front of her, however, had other plans.

In a very cute fashion, the blonde got on her tip toes and skimmed her lips over the shell of Callie's ear. "I'll have no problem finishing thinking of you," she whispered. Pulling a pen from the pocket of her shorts, the blonde took Callie's hand and wrote something down.

A beat of a heart passed.

"Sorry for the hold up." she winked, slipping out the door.

Callie looked down at her hand.

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