WHAT'S DONE IN THE DARK COMES TO LIGHT
Callie was in the middle of fixing multiple fractures when the OR doors slide open, "Calliope, change your shoes." Callie inwardly groaned as she looked over to see Arizona with a pair of gel-insoled Sketchers. Callie was comfortable in her Adidas, but no one else cared. Alex, along with Addison and Arizona, had become a mother hen. He always demanded that she change into more comfortable shoes if she was in surgery longer than 4 hours. Callie had gotten to the point where she would erase her name, not her surgery, off the OR board to escape the hounding. She knew they all meant well, but she felt like an invalid subjected to all their restrictions. She had almost finished her current surgery before she got busted. "Arizona, I'm almost done. I'm fine." The blonde chuckled, "Yeah no. You were being sneaky again, so it took me a while to find you. In the words of Karev, 'Tell little Ms. Hardhead that if she doesn't change her shoes, then I will make sure that I'm scrubbed into all her surgeries so that she will. Even if it means that I miss the gory surgeries. Don't give her room to argue.' Change your shoes Calliope." Calliope rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the snickers of her OR. She allowed Arizona to help her change shoes. Callie couldn't put into words why she was so comfortable with Alex being so hands on with her pregnancy. He came to every ultrasound appointment and assured Addison that he'd make sure that she didn't overdo it. She failed to notice George glowering at her from the corner of the observation deck.
Callie went to the Attendings on-call for a much needed nap. The biggest problem of her pregnancy was how sleepy she was all the time. Although she was about to enter her 7th month, she barely had a pronounced bump. Before she went to sleep, she called George's mom and asked to meet for lunch—she agreed happily and planned to meet up with Callie the following day. Callie was asleep before her head hit the pillow. George followed Callie towards the on-call room. He waited for about 30 minutes and slipped quietly into the room. He stood motionless for a moment and just stared at her; her caramel skin glowed even more. She had cut her hair up to her shoulders, but it was still thick and shiny. The pregnancy hadn't marred her flawless skin. He smiled at the protective hand she had over her stomach. He walked over to the bed and gently reached out to massage her calves. She moaned softly in her sleep, "Thank you Alex". George stopped immediately and clenched his jaw. Don't get mad at her. Alex is taking advantage of her situation. She is MY wife and she's the mother of MY child, not his.
Callie turned to where her back was facing the door. George climbed over her and settled with his back against the wall. He softly ran his fingers over her cheek. He placed Callie's arm over his hip. He rubbed his hand against her belly—for the first time ever—feeling the baby kick. George pecked Callie on the lips before kissing her fully. Alex strolled up to the 3rd floor and over to the nurses' station. He ignored the flirty eyes that they made at him and asked, "Do any of you know where Torres is?" One of the nurses finally stop trying to flirt with him, "The attendings on-call room sleeping I think." "Thanks." Alex made his way to the room with a smile on his face. He planned to reward Callie for complying with his shoe rule by giving her the one allowed chocolate bar for the day. Alex opened the door slowly to see George kissing Callie; her back was turned, so he didn't know that she was asleep. He closed the door before either of them saw him and stormed off. However, George had noticed Alex and smiled smugly to himself. George started to creep his hands under her scrub pants. He was about to reach for the waistband of her panties before he froze. Right in the hallway was the faint voice of Addison. He could hear her walking towards the door right before he heard Arizona say, "Don't go in. She's taking a nap. Let her rest, we'll wake her up in a couple of hours." He waited until they walked away and let out the breath he was holding and continue to work his hand into her panties. He bit his tongue to stop from moaning when he felt her body reacting to his fingers. He missed bringing her to climax with his fingers. More than anything, he missed her taste. I have to taste her again. George slowly pulled bottoms down. He kissed the top of her mound before he inhaled her scent. He didn't even think before swiping his tongue over her slit. He reached into his own pants and started trying to relieve the pressure of his erection. Izzie never tasted this good, no one did. George knew that it was wrong, but he missed her so bad. She is still my wife. He stopped himself from getting too carried away and moved away from her. He stood next to the bed and watched her sleep as he stroked himself to completion. He cleaned himself up and retied her scrubs before laying back down in the same position he was in previously.
George watched as Callie shifted, once again, in her sleep with an uncomfortable look on her face. Callie moaned in her sleep, "Al, my head hurts." Al? What the hell! George pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. He watched as she smiled in her sleep and murmured, "Thank you."
