Noon.

It was noon when Charles arrived at work and ended up in the locker room. He rushed in and bumped into none other then Jonas, who regarded him with an arched eyebrow. "Is everything good at home?"

Charles had five minutes to change.

He had to wear a button up shirt at the adoption office, and khaki's. It was an official place. "Yeah, everything's fine," he managed.

Having the shirt completely unbuttoned by the time he was at his locker.

Sensing something was up with Grey, Jonas followed him in, and sat down on the bench that ran between the rows of lockers. Knowing there had been some discord yesterday, Jonas inquired, "Anything happen last night."

Charles had the shirt off and was working on his pants.

It took him a minute to realize what exactly Jonas was asking. He glanced over his bare shoulder and caught on. "Oh, no, I mean, everything is fine Jonas. It's good."

Jonas eyed Charles, "You were late this morning."

Charles managed to get the khakis unbuttoned. "Jonas, it's good, we went to the adoption agency this morning." Which made both Jonas's eyebrows rise. "Is that a smart idea right now, Charles? You and Victoria are on shaky ground and you're adopting another child?"

Quickly sliding the khaki's off and replacing them with jeans, Charles sighed, "We got married last night."

Jonas was silent.

Once the jeans were on Charles glanced over at his mentor, "Nothing huge, which I think was what she wanted. Something just for us. It seemed to help her with the needing that assurance of my devotion and all, which, ok, I get, but…" He paused and though it over, then shrugged and grabbed the first clean looking t-shirt he saw in his locker, "I don't care. We're married. We're not fighting. She feels much more secure and we are complete. It's good. Everything is finally good."

"Yesterday she wouldn't even talk to you. Are you sure this isn't too fast?"

Charles pondered it, while pulling his t-shirt on.

Briefly gave it some thought, then asked, "When don't I do anything hasty?"

Jonas was silent.

Charles grabbed his thigh holster. He ripped the Velcro open and waited for whatever Jonas was going to tell him, and he knew it was coming. Charles could tell Jonas had something on his mind.

"Did you marry her for the right reasons?"

"Of course," Charles finished strapping it on, "We were all but married for about a year. We just did the whole paper thing. Don't worry Jonas, we may not be conventional, but we got married for the right reasons."

Silence betrayed Jonas's true feelings.

He snorted, "The only conventional thing about you two is you are male and female." Which made Charles smirk. Quietly he told Jonas, "I love her more then life itself."

Silence followed.

Finally Charles was ready and Jonas asked, "Do you need a crib?"

Confused, Charles blinked, "What?"

"A crib, for the baby to sleep in. I could call Molly and have her dig up our old one. She saved it."

"I don't think we have one of those," Charles pondered. Just as Mack entered the locker room and beamed at the sight of Grey.

"You decided to grace us with your presence after all!"

Charles flipped him off.

"Mack and I could bring it over this afternoon. Victoria will be home right?"

Charles nodded.

Mack paused and turned, wanting to know what Jonas was volunteering him for. "Say what now?"

With a glance past Charles, Jonas informed Mack, "Grey is having a third, so they'll need a crib. You don't mind bringing it over to Mrs. Grey, do you?"

Mack paused.

Knowing something was certainly up, and knowing he'd get it out of Blaine later. So he eagerly volunteered, "Sure I'll help." He then shoved Charles's shoulder, "You told me Victoria couldn't get preggers."

Jonas sent Mack a look.

The look was too late.

Charles finished getting his office supplies, "She can't, and we're adopting again. That's where I was this morning." The locker door slammed and Charles met Mack's eye.

But the pity he was expecting was gone.

The pity of a father who had his own and felt for a friend, who could not have his own children. Instead it was replaced with a happiness. "You have to have another son. In five years, all our kids in this place could form a baseball team. They could so beat the Medical Corps kids team."

"I'll suggest that to the wife," Charles smiled.

"You do that," Mack nodded.

Much later that afternoon.

Victoria was running late.

She had a million things to do and not enough time. She was halfway through a paper that was due later in the evening, she had to pick up her sons, and she was waiting for a call from the editor. Not to forget Sarah was supposed to call when she got the banking stuff worked out, so she could call the adoption lady, and tell her to go ahead and cash the check she and Charles had written earlier in the day.

When came time to pick up her sons, she finally got off her laptop. Took a quick look in the mirror to be sure she was presentable. Jeans and a black tank top, ponytail – she sighed but had no time.

With impatience she grabbed her cell phone, her purse, glanced at Lola who was passed out on Charles's side of the bed.

And then came what sounded like an explosion, or something coming through a glass window. It could be heard throughout the house. It made Victoria jump and Lola flee to the safety under the bed.

She dropped her phone and purse, heading into the hall where she saw the front screen door in pieces, and two people entering her new home. A hyper muscled young man and a much larger woman, Victoria's heart sank, somehow she knew her day was about to get much worse.

Softly she murmured, "Shit," and closed then locked the bedroom door.

Meanwhile.

Mack and Jonas drove slowly down the dirt road, careful not to bounce the wooden crib in the back of Mack's pickup, while Mack loudly announced, "Well I think it's a good thing. Now he'll get to deal with the whole diaper changing experience, late hours and bottle-feeding. He's been bitching about how he didn't get to experience his son as a infant."

Jonas sent Mack a look.

Mack smirked, and held onto the bar above his head, while Jonas steered around a big dip in the dirt road.

"Can you honestly tell me you think they aren't moving too fast?"

With a wave of his hand, Mack braced his foot on the dashboard. "This is Grey. They've been together a while, it's fine. Remember when they began to date? How quick it was that they got so serious? It worked out fine. They've been together for almost two years since he found her. This is a good thing! Now our bowling team is even."

Jonas blew out a breath while Mack snickered.

He drove up around the driveway, past a black Cobalt. Mack glanced at it while Jonas parked and turned Mack's truck off. When they opened their doors, and Mack began to add something, they both heard Victoria's scream.