-George-
She told me about the baby the day she took the test. She handed me the lab sheet with the results, and then proceeded to tell me that she could do this on her own if she needed to. She said that she understood if my marriage came first, and that she didn't expect me to leave Callie to be with her, but that she really wanted me to be a part of the baby's life.
She told me this all in one breath, and then turned around and walked out to her car. If she would've stayed, she would've heard me say that the only way to raise our child would be together, and that I loved her, not Callie.
Callie is going to kill me. She's taller than me, and she can do it. I'm not sure I would even try to stop her if she tried. I promised her we would try to conceive a child of our own, and now I have to tell her that Izzie is carrying my child.
I never really loved Callie. I've known that since the morning after the cheap chapel wedding, when the hangover wore off and I realized we were legally bound to each other. But she was so happy, and I figured it could possibly rub off onto me. And God knows I needed it to.
But then the days turned to weeks, and I realized it wasn't working. Subconsciously, but I knew it none the less. I wouldn't admit it, though. I just tolerated the fights, and did my best to hide how I really felt about the situation.
With Izzie, though, it's always been different. We could constantly fight, but it didn't mean anything. And I could never stay mad at her for long. I felt comfortable just sleeping in the same bed as her, not even touching half the time. I didn't need to sleep with her to tolerate her. Just being best friends was enough. Her bright and shiny personality was always enough to cheer me up.