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Judy sits at her desk having just hung up the phone with Shonda. She sits back in her seat shaking her head as she processes their conversation.
As she text messages Kerry and Tony, filling them in on the details. She can't help but grin, knowing Shonda's on fire, and it's her own fault.
It appears Shonda promised the new network president Channing Dungey that either Kerry or Tony would be doing some of the summer promotions with the rest of the cast.
However, that couldn't be further from the truth. Shonda made that promise before she realized Kerry or Tony aren't required to do any of the summer promotions. And now, she is in a real pickle.
During the call she explains she understands she's in a tough spot; but she reminds her that's not her concern, or the concern of Tony or Kerry.
Needless to say, after she drove home that point confidently. Their call didn't end on the most pleasant of notes. Which is par for the course when Shonda isn't getting what she wants.
After completing her message to them via text; she lets them know they can expect push back on set for certain as result of them not being available for the tour, something they'd already discussed in advance. Knowing this was just the beginning of the games Shonda was expected to play. Judy says to herself, here we go.
Two weeks later
Tony stands out on the rear balcony of their California home, on a beautiful Saturday morning, with his baby girl in his arms. He's very much enjoying the start of his day, with one of his favorite girls in his arms.
Initially, she's resting comfortably, nestled against his chest. He smiles at her as she sleeps serenely. He then kisses her forehead sweetly. Such a cutie, he thinks to himself.
As he takes a breath, taking in the gorgeous view from the back yard. He closes his eyes as he listens to the chirping birds and other nature sounds emanating from the woods a few feet away.
Deciding to take a load off, he takes a seat in a comfortable chair, still cradling his bundle of joy. Then he grabs his cup of coffee from the adjacent table.
Upon leaning forward a bit, he feels movement, and hears his little lady whimper at the loss of contact from his chest.
Her response makes him grin, as he playfully asks, "Gee, I wonder where you get that from?" As if she understood the comment, she brandishes the sweetest, timely smile without opening her eyes, as she gets comfy again laying against him.
He smiles at her reaction, as he shakes his head, taking a swig of his coffee, and putting it down. She is truly her mama's child, he thinks.
As he settles into the comfortable chair, and relishes in the perfect climate. He looks down as his little one, taking in her cuteness as she continues to rest.
At just four months, she is hands down the most gorgeous baby. Her characteristics are a perfect meld between he, and his love. When he looks at his little girl, he sees the best parts of both himself, and his wife.
With their combined dna providing her with the sandy brown tan, that is getting a little deeper as time passes. He's certain his little Isa, is an ideal physical duplication of them.
And, if his gut instinct is right; she's inevitably going to blossom into a beauty like her mom. A bitter sweet thought for sure, given the number of gentlemen callers that are sure to darken his doorstep, looking for his little girl when she's ready to date.
Shaking off those thoughts; he continues to look down at Isa, still tucked away in his arms. He again takes another sip of coffee, careful not to move too much to disturb her.
In his head, he hears his wife now saying, "Put her down when she's sleeping T. You're going to spoil her."
He smirks as he thinks, yeah, which is why when he came home a few hours ago from the studio. He found his wife sleeping on her back, with Isa sleep on her chest. It was the sweetest moment, he had to take a picture of it, and sent it to some of their family.
Also, it's going to serve as evidence that she's guilty of doing the same thing he finds himself doing, needing to hold their pride and joy, more times than not.
All in all, life is good, he thinks to himself while reflecting on just how perfectly imperfect, and special their lives are right now. It amazes him sometimes at how they have been able to make their situation work, in the grand scheme of things.
He knows that their progress is based on how committed they've been to one another. And, how they refuse to let go of what they know they both want and deserve, which is to be happy and to be together. Whether it's in public or not, what's most important is that they're together.
Tony's reflection is interrupted by Isa long stretching in her sleep. He watches in amazement, and when she finishes, he smiles as he says, "you are so much like your mama little girl."
Sweetly, her eyes flutter open; as if she again is responding to him. His heart again melts as she smiles on cue, causing him to grin wider.
Lovingly, he showers her with more hugs and kisses, as he allows her to remain resting against him, and she eventually falls back off to sleep.
The amount of love he has for his daughter is unquestionable, and what is so remarkable to him, is how he has managed to fall in love again, despite becoming a dad for the third time.
The joy and love he has felt since the moment Isa was born, is hard to describe. But, if he had to try to capture it into words. It feels like he has been given another chance to be a part of another amazing life journey, as a parent, he can't wait to enjoy.