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Although Faith had never been a morning person, she found herself rising extra early when the desire to make some homemade blueberry waffles struck her. She knew that she had a pretty important day ahead of her, so it seemed like a great way to start it off. First, she had an appointment with Cristina. She was expecting it to go well, but it still had to be done. Then, once that was settled, she would be working on Reynold Westfall's next procedure.

Nellie was circling at her feet as she plated the first of the waffles, because the dog thought that it might be given to her as a treat. There was no way that she was getting a homemade waffle breakfast, but Faith did strike up a one-sided conversation with her.

"What are you so happy about this morning? Are you excited that I get to help fix up Reynold's heart? His next surgery is today, Pup!"

"I'm sure that's why she's excited," her husband laughed as he walked into the room. "You made waffles?"

"I did."

"Usually you're just dragging yourself out of bed right about now."

"I know. But it's a good day. I hate mornings, but mornings are awesome when I get to spend them working on H.L.H.S. cases."

He gave her a kiss.

"Good morning."

"Good morning," she smiled.

Nellie's tail was wagging.

"Good morning!" Sebastian greeted her.

After she received a few pets, she realized that they were all she was going to get. The waffles were not in her future, so she found a toy to occupy herself with while they sat down and started breakfast.

"Last night went well, huh?" Sebastian asked.

Over the last three weeks, they had remained in contact with Raya. She was still considering placing her child with them, so they were all making an effort to get to know each other better. If she did choose them to parent her baby, having a comfortable and close relationship would hopefully make the openness they wanted easier to achieve. Even if she didn't place with them, they were very fond of her. Some of their conversations had gone better than others, but they saw no downside to chatting.

"Yeah."

"I was kind of surprised when she told us that she has a doctor's appointment today. I didn't really think those were any of our business. At least not right now."

He took that as a sign that she really liked them as a couple and not just that she was getting more used to the idea of adoption being a possibility for her baby's future. They had to remember that Raya didn't have to choose them. Even if she decided on adoption, she could decide that they weren't the parents she wanted for her baby. The fact that she was giving them updates even though she hadn't made a choice yet made him feel a little more confident that she was really feeling a connection with them. It didn't mean much, but it was still a good sign that the baby might really become theirs if his or her first mother eventually did come to the conclusion that adoption was best.

"Neither did I," his wife agreed. "But I'm kind of glad we know things. That way, if she does place with us, we didn't miss out on everything. Not that we have to be involved. This might not happen for us, and we might be matched with an expectant mom who doesn't really share as much. That's okay, too. But if we do adopt this baby, we'll be able to say we knew these things during the pregnancy."

"Yeah," he said. "I have a feeling this is going to be the match, though."

"You do?"

"I do."

Faith received a text a few minutes later. The early hour led her to assume that it was from her mom regarding Reynold's case, so she got up to see what it was. It was from Raya, but it was a nonsensical string of letters instead of any type of actual message. She laughed because she figured that one of the twins the expectant mom worked with had probably gotten their hands on her phone.

"What?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm pretty sure one of the twins got a hold of Raya's phone and sent this by accident."

He smiled.

"Oops."

It turned out that Faith was right. Just then, Raya texted letting her know that Keaton had helped himself to her phone and sent the text. It was alright, though. It gave the two women an unexpected opportunity to have another quick conversation. There wasn't much to it, but it was nice to check in with her.

"If she's our child's birth mom, that would be perfect. And if she's not, I hope that ours is this open. Being able to text back and forth like this about Baby would be so great. I mean, you know all of those little things that only moms care about? I could have someone to text those moments to without them thinking I'm crazy."

"I'll care," he said. "And our baby will have three grandmothers. Sure, my dad might be a little more reserved in his baby excitement, but our moms? They'll love the pictures of the baby with the food in its hair."


When Sofia's alarm went off, she decided to hit the snooze button and roll over in hopes that she could get just a few more minutes of rest. Oscar – who had been late for rounds the previous day and couldn't afford the punishment that would be handed to him if he was late again – forced himself out of bed even though they hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. Their late-night study session had gotten a little too intense and they had lost all track of time as a result. Hopefully a shower and some coffee could help make up for the energy that sleep hadn't provided.

He expected her to join him in the shower, but she didn't. He figured she was making breakfast, but she wasn't. Instead, she had hit the snooze button for a second time just as he was coming back into her bedroom.

"What are you doing?" he laughed at her absolute refusal to start the day a second before she was ready to.

"Sleeping," she mumbled. "Too much studying last night."

"Oh, but it was amazing. I was amazing. Did you see how fast I was coming up with those answers? That intern test should fear me."

She laughed. He sounded overly confident, and that might not have been wise, but he was right. As long as he remained that focused, he would be more than prepared for his test. Most of the interns knew the facts by that point – which was to be expected after having gotten into such a competitive program and working as hard as their teachers demanded for a whole year – but some of them would let their focus shift to other things. In her experience, those were the ones to be worried about. As long as medicine and the test were Oscar's priority, he would be fine.

"True," she replied with a yawn as she finally got out of bed. "I'm pretty sure anyone who operates on kids should be more alert than this. I need coffee."

"You'll be fine," he said as he kissed her. "You're usually a morning person. Once you get going, you won't even remember how tired you are."

"Let's hope."

She was heading to the bathroom as her boyfriend started getting dressed for the day, but Sofia got a quick look at herself in her full-length mirror first. On most days, she liked what she saw. If she was being picky, there were a few minor things about the way she looked that she might wish to do without because that was only human nature, but she was generally happy with her appearance. She was a beautiful woman, after all. Still, she noticed something that annoyed her. There was a big red pimple right in the middle of her forehead and a smaller one just below it.

"Great. Now I'll fit right in with my teenage patients."

"Do you really care about a couple of pimples?"

"Not really. But I'm tired, and I've got pimples, and today is not my day so far."


Callie almost felt like she was pulling double duty when her wife operated on babies with hypoplastic left heart syndrome. She had to do her own job while worrying about what would happen if Arizona lost one of the babies. Luckily, Arizona's team was fantastic and that didn't happen nearly as often anymore, but the pressure was still intense since the Pediatric surgeon couldn't help but connect to the tiny patients in a different way than most. Her other half tried to spend time with her before each procedure in the hopes that her presence would be calming in a way that no one else's could be.

That morning, they stood in the hallway waiting for Faith and Cristina to finish up Faith's appointment. Clearly, they both wanted to make sure that went well, but Arizona also needed to let the two of them know that Reynold was officially admitted to the hospital.

"You probably should have stopped hovering outside of Faith's appointments when she got a medical degree," Austin Brady commented as he found them.

"We aren't just hovering," Callie said.

"I have to tell them that Reynold's been admitted," Arizona clarified. "Which he has, by the way."

"I stopped by and saw him on my way to find you," he said. "I know."

"But yes, we do want to know how everything goes with Faith," she replied. "I know she's fine because she would have told us if she didn't feel fine. I know that."

"But if she's not, it's bad news," Callie said. "It could disrupt the adoption. I know they haven't been officially chosen yet, but if they are and they aren't considered healthy enough anymore..."

"Exactly," Arizona agreed. "They might be parents in August. They need to be as healthy as possible."

"August?" Austin asked, wondering why they had a specific month in mind already.

Faith and Sebastian were very excited to be in contact with Raya, but they hadn't told too many people about her just in case their contact didn't turn into an official match. It didn't feel right to tell everyone about the baby when his or her mother hadn't said what she wanted yet. Family and a few friends knew, but they hadn't gone out of their way to spread the word.

Callie assumed that they wouldn't mind it if he knew, though. They were close to him and to Teddy, meaning that they would probably find out eventually whether or not Raya and her baby became the ones.

"They've been talking to a pregnant girl in Nevada," Callie said. "She's due in August. She's actually hoping that she doesn't have to place her baby because her situation might change between now and then, but she's trying to plan for if that doesn't happen."

"Am I supposed to hope that things work out for Faith and Sebastian or for the girl?" he asked. "I know Faith and Sebastian, but it seems wrong to hope that things don't work out for the pregnant girl."

"We know," Arizona said. "Apparently adoption is full of mixed feelings like that. We're just supposed to know that whatever is meant to happen will."

"We're her moms, so we're biased, but we're trying not to expect anything," Callie added.

"Exactly."

"When will they know?" he asked.

"We don't know that either."

"We just wait," Callie told him.

"Fun."

"We've waited for them to get hearts before. Those were life and death waits. Adoption waits are no fun, but if any family can do it, it's ours. We might go a little crazy, but we'll make it."

"Very true," he agreed.

The door opened and Faith and Cristina came out of the exam room. Knowing that her mothers – and even Dr. Brady – wanted to know how the appointment went, the blonde decided to announce it quickly so that they could move on to Reynold's case. The day was about him, not her.

"I'm fine. Nothing's changed since last month," she said. "Is Reynold here?"

"Good," Arizona smiled. "He is."

Callie left to go scrub in on her own surgery as Arizona, Cristina, Austin, and Faith headed to Reynold's room. Nerissa joined them just before they entered the room to find the eight-month-old crying as his daddy tried to soothe him with a pacifier that wasn't doing any good because it didn't provide the milk he was wanting.

"I was going to say good morning, but I don't think he thinks it's too good," Arizona said.

"Definitely not," Mona agreed.

"Do you have any questions for us?" Nerissa asked. "We still have to run a few pre-op tests, so we're not taking him to the O.R. just yet, but is there anything you want to know? I know we've gone over the procedure with you before, but we can do it again if you need us to."

"No, " Donovan said. "We understand it."

They had just met with the team last week, so the details were still fresh in their minds. They had come prepared with most of their questions then.

"I'm mostly just concerned about the complications. He had so many set-backs at birth. Of course, I'm concerned about how the procedure will go, but I'm just as worried about the time afterwards. He was doing well just after birth, but then the blood clot and the infection happened. It seemed never-ending. Should we prepare ourselves for that again?" Mona asked.

"We can never guarantee that complications won't happen," Nerissa said. "There is always a chance. We will be monitoring him very, very closely just like we did last time. I would be prepared for the possibility of complications, but don't plan on them. We don't want you sitting here waiting for something to go wrong. The hope is that things go well and his recovery isn't complicated. You hope for that and let us think about the rest. If it's time to worry, we'll let you know. Until then, just take it one step at a time."

"Okay," she replied.

"I think we're ready. We just want to get this over with. It's going to be a really long day," Donovan said.

It wasn't that he wanted to send his baby boy into surgery, but he knew that the sooner the procedure began, the sooner it would end. He just couldn't wait to hear that his son was safely out of the operating room. Until he heard those words, he wouldn't be able to relax.

"I will be coming out every so often to give you updates," Faith told them.

"Do you do that for all of your patients or just the ones whose mothers look like they might lose it?" Mona inquired.

"We do that when we can," Cristina answered. "Having Dr. Torres gives us an extra set of hands, but we can also send her out to tell you how it's going."

"Good," she smiled. "That'll help."

"Good," Dr. Brady replied.

"Dr. Torres is going to take some blood and start prepping Reynold for surgery if we've answered all of your questions," Arizona said.

Reynold's cries grew louder as if he knew what that meant even though he didn't.

"I know! They make me be the bad guy!" Faith joked as his dad held him still so that she could draw some blood. "We'll make it quick, though. You're hungry and you probably won't like us very much today. We're just trying to fix your heart, though. We're not mean. I promise."

She gave him her stethoscope to hold, hoping that it would provide just enough distraction. Given his age, it went straight into his mouth.

"How's my stethoscope taste?" she asked. "Good?"


Sofia rolled her eyes when the group of interns asked her to break their tie while they studied. Ashley had just posed a question to the group and they hadn't come to a unanimous answer. When she revealed what the correct response was, some of them didn't believe her. Their competitive personalities had quickly turned it into a heated discussion out in the ambulance bay.

"Hey!" the Fellow shouted, trying to quiet the raised voices around her. "Can you give me a chance to answer you? You're giving me a headache."

"Sorry," Oscar replied on behalf of the group.

"Which is it?" someone else asked.

"The most common cause of an acquired hypercoagulable state is cigarette smoking," she answered.

"Really?"

"I knew it!" Oscar celebrated.

As he and the other interns who had known the correct answer celebrated their small victory, the ambulance that Sofia had been waiting for pulled up. She only needed one intern, so she sent most of them away.

"If you're not on my service today, go," she told them as the paramedics unloaded the fifteen-year-old patient.

Before they could even begin giving her the details that they had, the teenage girl began vomiting blood. Sofia wasn't caught off guard because she had been expecting the ambulance for a few minutes. She didn't know everything about the girl yet, but she knew that much. Even so, her reaction was unexpected. She wasn't fazed by much, but it made her stomach churn that time. Of course, she knew that she had to remain professional. She quickly regained her composure and they rushed the teenager inside.


Faith smiled as she watched relief wash over the Westfalls' faces. His other doctors were coming their way and they appeared to have good news. Reynold's surgery was over and it had gone well.

"Thank you," Mona told Faith.

As promised, she had come to update them periodically. The last time she had come out, she had stayed with them because Mona had needed some extra reassurance. Faith knew that everyone who was working on the little boy had it under control, so she decided to forgo her chance to see the end of the procedure. She had seen recordings of it before, and the family had some new questions that they needed answered. As long as the patient was taken care of, that was important as well.

"Not a problem," she said.

"He's in recovery," Arizona told them when they got close enough. "His stats are good."

"I know Dr. Torres told you that he lost a lot of blood, but we transfused him. That was the only complication we had today."

"The heart looks better than ever," Dr. Brady smiled.

"Can we see him?" Donovan questioned.

"Of course," Nerissa answered. "He's intubated, so prepare yourselves. But that's what he needs right now. We expected that."

"Right," Donovan agreed.

"We'll be keeping him comfortable," Arizona assured them.

"Thank you so much," she replied, tearing up.

"Our pleasure," Arizona smiled. "Let's go see your boy."


Sebastian had already eaten, but he joined his wife for her very late lunch in the cafeteria. She had found herself a quick snack so that she could take her pills after giving Reynold's parents one of their updates, but she hadn't had a full meal since breakfast.

"Your appointment went well, right?" he questioned as he took a seat.

"I'm fine."

"Good. How'd the surgery go?"

"He needed a transfusion, but that was the only complication and we got it resolved quickly. His stats look good."

"I'm glad."

Both of their phones went off, letting them know that they had just received texts. The messages were from Raya telling them that her appointment went well and that her doctor had made the mistake of revealing the baby's gender during a conversation. She hadn't wanted to know because she thought that associating a gender with the baby who she might place for adoption would be too hard. She didn't want to be dreaming up gender specific names or nursery designs if she wasn't going to be the one parenting her baby.

"It's a boy," Sebastian smiled. "We might have a son."

"We might. Obviously you're happy."

While they would both love to adopt a child of either gender, Sebastian did see himself with a son. Faith didn't really have the same vision, but the surprise that Raya had just revealed was quickly making her rethink that. Being the only lady –at least of the human variety – in her household would be kind of fun, and she would love to have a little mama's boy. It hadn't been her first idea of what their family would look like, but it would be great if it happened that way.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I know it's stereotypical that the guy wants a son, but it's just what I picture for us. I don't know why."

"I kind of feel bad that her doctor let it slip. She didn't want to know for a reason, and now it might make her decision even harder. If that's possible."

"True," he realized. "But she's strong. It's going to be the biggest decision of her life no matter what. She'll know how to make it when the time comes."

"I know. If we do adopt him, or any boy for that matter, we're not dressing him in all sports themed outfits," she told him. "Boys can like more than sports and I don't want to assume anything."

"Oh, if we just found out Raya was having a girl, you'd be so excited about maybe getting to buy little dresses and pink things," he laughed. "Our little girl wouldn't be in pants for her first year!"

"Yes, she would!"

"Little pink pants."

"True. Okay, he can have sports things if we adopt him. You have a point. I give in."

Sofia sat down with them. She had just gotten out of surgery after saving the life of that teenage girl.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"We just found out that Raya's baby is a boy," Faith said. "I said that I don't want a boy to have an all sports themed wardrobe, but he pointed out that a girl would have a very girly one, so I caved. Though, I still don't know about all sports themed. I kind of love it when little boys look like tiny little men. It's adorable."

"Did she choose you?" Sofia wondered.

"No. We just can't help but think about it," Sebastian clarified.

"Crap."

"What?" Faith asked.

"Well, if she chose you, that would have made my day so much better than it's been."

"Because it's all about you," her brother-in-law teased.

"Well, no. But I'm so ready for this day to end."

"Why?" her sister questioned. "What's wrong?"

"Oscar and I stayed up way too late studying last night, so I'm exhausted. I didn't even want to get up this morning. Me! And I have pimples. And the interns screaming at each other gave me a headache."

"Oh."

"And then a patient vomited blood and it actually made be queasy for a minute. That doesn't happen to me."

"Are you pregnant?" Faith asked.

She laughed. Only her sister could turn a day full of unfortunate situations into a possible pregnancy. She knew that Faith couldn't wait for motherhood - and that she had interrupted a conversation about baby clothes – but did she really have to assume a pregnancy based on so little?

"No. What?"

"You're unusually tired. You have breakouts and a headache. Hormonal changes. And getting queasy over someone vomiting blood? We're surgeons. Sure, not every case is pleasant, but it should take more than blood to upset our stomachs."

"Or she could just be having a long, difficult day," Sebastian said.

"Thank you!" Sofia replied.

Though, as she began to consider what her sister was saying, it made sense. All of her symptoms could be explained by other things, but the fact that they were all occurring at the same time did seem a little suspicious. Her eyes grew wider as the possibility became more and more real.

"Oh, God..."

"Breathe," Faith told her. "Are you late?"

"Yeah," she realized, feeling stupid for not noticing on her own.

"Go page Oscar," she suggested.

"I think he's in the O.R. with Bailey. I heard her ask for him on my way here."

"Go get set up and I'll draw your blood in a minute," she offered.

"Thanks."

"It'll be okay," Faith said. "Either way."

"I don't even know if Oscar really wants kids. He's good with them, but that doesn't mean he wants them. I do, but I definitely didn't want them right now! I wanted to be an Attending for at least a few years before thinking about that."

"I know. Let's just start with a blood test and go from there," she said, deciding to stop eating her lunch even though she wasn't full because her sister didn't look like she could wait a minute longer than she had to. "Let's go."

Arizona walked up as they left. She wanted to make sure that Faith was prepared to stay the night to monitor Reynold's stats. She was sure that she was, but she wanted to avoid a miscommunication before the other members of the team scrubbed in on other patients or made themselves busy elsewhere.

"Where are they going?"

"There's a bit of a situation," Sebastian said.

"What is it?"

"Sofia thinks she might be pregnant."

"Wow."

She didn't really know what to say. Their family had been looking forward to a little addition, but she didn't think that it would be Sofia's baby. The plan was for Faith to adopt long before Sofia began thinking about motherhood.

"Yeah."

"And she's freaking out, so Faith's trying to keep her from losing her mind?"

"Basically."

"This is quite the day."


Oscar's patient hadn't made it, so his surgery with Bailey had ended abruptly. Sofia would never hope for an outcome like that because someone's life was over, but she had to admit that she was glad to have her boyfriend there to wait for the results with her.

His reaction had been much like hers. They had been careful. He didn't really think that two doctors would be faced with an unplanned pregnancy. If anyone knew how to prevent one, surely it would be the people with the medical degrees. Still, they knew that there was a chance that the precautions they took would fail.

As they waited, they had both started to calm down a little. They had talked and it turned out that Oscar did want kids someday. Someday might be much sooner than either of them thought, but at least he wanted them.

"We'll just make this work, right?" she asked as she held the results in her hand.

Before looking at them, she passed the piece of paper to him. For some reason, she thought that it would be easier for him to know first. It probably wouldn't be, but she hadn't thought it through.

"Yeah," he said even though he hadn't looked either. "You'll be an Attending and I'll at least be in my second year of residency. That's not ideal, but at least I won't be an intern anymore. Teenagers have babies every day. At least we're adults. People have made this work before, right?"

"I hope. I don't want to be one of those surgeons who has a kid and messes it up because I never have time to play with it."

"You'll be a good mom," he smiled.

"Thanks, but will you just read the results already?"

"Okay."


Callie was waiting for her wife as Arizona came out of Reynold's room after checking on him one more time. Their shifts weren't quite over, but the Ortho surgeon had heard about how Reynold's surgery had been a success and she had made some plans to help them celebrate it.

"You'll be able to leave tonight, right? Faith is staying?" she asked as she kissed her.

"Yes. Why?"

"We have dinner reservations," she smiled. "Your favourite place. Eight o'clock. Does that work?"

"Sounds amazing," she grinned. "Thank you."

"And this way, I'll get to see you before you're glued to his bedside for weeks. Right now, Faith can handle it. But I know you. If there are any complications, you'll have to be right there."

"Because I'm a good doctor," she said.

"I know," she agreed.

"Have you talked to Sofia?" Arizona wondered.

"About what?"

"She might be pregnant."

"Sofia might be pregnant," she said slowly while taking it in.

"Yes."

"And how does she feel about that?"

"Like I could use a drink," Sofia's voice replied as she and her boyfriend came up behind them. "Which is kind of cruel because I can't drink right now."

"So, you're pregnant?" Arizona asked as they turned around.

She smiled, but then realized that her joyful reaction might have been a little premature. She didn't want to be insensitive to their feelings.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"And?" Callie asked.

"And there were tears," she admitted. "And we both freaked out. I've been very, very clear that I didn't want kids until I was ready for them. But we do want them. And it's not like the baby's coming tomorrow. We have time to figure things out. We didn't plan this, but we can plan other things. I'm just hoping the shock wears off before the baby's here."

"It will," Arizona laughed. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," she and Oscar both replied.

"Have you told your sister?" Callie asked.

"No. I'm trying to figure out how. I'm hoping she's not upset. Yeah, she might be adopting soon, but she doesn't know for sure. I'm the first one who got to tell you for sure that I'm having a baby. I don't want her to feel like that's going to take away from the happiness for her when she adopts. She was supportive when she drew my blood, but it wasn't real yet."

"Just tell her what you told us," Arizona said. "I think she'll be happy for you."

"It's so weird to accept congratulations for something that I just cried over."

"It's a huge change of plans," Oscar replied. " We haven't been together that long. We're allowed to have real feelings about it. We'll get used to the idea."

"Yeah."

Assuming that Sofia's test results were probably in, Faith had been trying to find her sister. She had a feeling that she was pregnant, but she wanted to know for sure. Finally, she found her.

"So?" she asked.

"You're going to be an aunt," she announced. "I know that you and Seb should have been the first to –"

"Sofia, I'm going to be a mom eventually. I know it'll happen. I'm anxious for it to happen and having a little niece or nephew probably won't help with that. I know Declan doesn't. But why should I be unhappy for you? First of all, if we adopt in August, I'll be a mom first. If not, then you will and I'll get to get advice from you."

"Well, that's pretty positive," she commented.

"After I drew your blood, I went and freaked out a little bit. Because I'm learning things about a baby that might not be mine. Making plans that might unravel. And you just get a baby so easily. But then I stopped freaking out and realized that you're my sister. Being happy for you is so much better than being jealous of you."

"Really?"

"Really," she said. "And if things work out in August, our kids could be less than a year apart. We might get to figure out what we're doing together."

She laughed.

"If you have a girl, that'll give them a grandson and a granddaughter. Same for your dad and Lexie."

"What?" Callie asked.

"Raya found out she's having a boy," Faith said. "I don't know if he'll be ours, but he might be."

"That would be fun," Arizona smiled. "But we'll take any grandbabies we can get. Two boys, two girls, one of each..."

"We know," Sofia said.

"It looks like we have more to celebrate at dinner now," Callie said.

"Oh, where are you going?" Faith asked.

"Can we not talk about food?" Sofia requested.

"You're feeling queasy again?" Oscar questioned. "So soon?"

"I have a feeling that pregnancy doesn't agree with me," she told him.

"It's worth feeling horrible," Arizona promised her. "And most women feel a little better in the second trimester."

"I have my boards next month. I have to feel okay for those."

"She has a point," Faith said.

"Don't make her nervous," Arizona warned.

"You're the one who's been worried that I'll fail," Sofia pointed out.

"Well, now I'm trying to be supportive."

"Thanks," she laughed.