Everything In Its Right Place 13/?
Title: Treetops
Pairing: Callie/Mark, Derek/Meredith implied
Rating: PG 13 This one is dedicated to Hannah and Chelle J because they help me out lots with this thing.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: "Dude--eww. What do you DO? Poke preggies for fun?"
I was a young girl
trying to find my way above the treetops, the treetops, the treetops...
When I was a young girl
trying to find my way above the treetops, the treetops, the treetops...
I
did not care, I did not care what they called me
what they called
me
I did not care, I did not care what they called me
what
they called me
I'll float above the ocean
the sun above
is burning my head
I will grow wings and fly everywhere...
Butter warm clouds are dripping into my mouth
tasting of
golden
"An hour! ONE hour. Let me assist in ONE--not eve one, ONE hour of one surgery and I will come home and be pregnant." Callie pleaded, her guards, Meredith and Cristina, standing firm with their arms crossed over their chests, "Come on!" She insisted.
"Do you want your baby to die?" Cristina snapped, "Huh? You want your kid to DIE?"
"That's a horrible thing to say--" Callie said with a wince.
"Well---the kid WILL die if you---don't sit on your fat pregnant ass and rest."
Meredith touched Cristina's shoulder briefly to silence her and cleared her throat, "We were told you're past your due-date. The baby could be coming any time now, and--Mark paid Cristina fifty bucks to keep you indoors, so--"
Callie glared at Cristina, who only stared back proudly, "I'm a business woman before anything." She added a grin, "Look, just--go lay down and watch T.V.--overfeed yourself or something."
"Callie--" Meredith started, calmly, "--we have to go back to work. We're taking your car keys, so call if you need anything."
"If I die of negligence--"
"I get your CD's." Cristina assured her, "Now, get your ass up there so I can go cut something open."
"I'm going to remember this when I'm writing my will." She mumbled as she turned around and headed upstairs to the bedroom.
Two hours later, she sat on the floor, in the middle of the newly decorated nursery, piles of colorful baby clothes laid out in front of her. She smiled as she picked up a green and white striped pajama set that matched the ones she wore. She laid the tiny set on her enlarged belly and nodded, "It fits." As she folded the clothes on her lap, a sharp pain pinched at her belly and she hissed, gripping her side, then breathing deeply in and out as she rubbed her belly where she felt the baby moving, "Okay. That hurt."
She went about her business, folding baby clothes and putting toys away, when she felt another sharp pain, "Stop!" She scolded at her belly, and that's when it hit her, "Shit, I'm going into labor."
"So, how's Callie doing?" Derek asked Mark as they both washed up after surgery.
"Oh--she's Callie. She's uncomfortable and grumpy and wants to literally push the kid out, but she's doing fine." He nodded and smiled slightly as he dried his hands off.
"Go home. I'll do pre-op."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Go home."
"I'm going to go home." He said as he tossed the used paper napkin in the trash, "I'm going to go buy skittles, chocolate and peanut butter--don't ask, trust me--and then I'm going to go home."
Callie slipped on her jacket, wincing and bending over just as she felt another contraction. She closed her eyes and reached for the doorknob, but drew back shortly, "Fuck--I am not a masochist. This is not enjoyable." She whipped her phone out from her pocket and quickly dialed a number. Before Cristina could even answer, she said, "I'm in labor. Don't freak out. Do NOT tell Mark because HE'LL freak out. I'm taking a cab to the hospital. Meet me in the lobby."
Cristina sat in a chair in the lobby, carefully eyeing her fingernails. She sighed heavily and scratched her head anxiously. She looked around, then looked at her watch, calculating how long it would take Callie to get to the hospital from the house. Her pager went off for about the third time, and just as she looked up from shutting it off, George passed by and nodded at her, "Hey, George!" She called, jumping off her seat and catching up to him.
He stopped and turned towards her, "What's up?"
"Do me a favor. I'm waiting for someone, but I keep getting paged and I have a feeling it's something REALLY good, so--"
"No. You always do this to me and I miss out on the good stuff an…"
"It's Callie."
"I'll wait." he said enthusiastically.
It occurred to Cristina that George didn't know why he was waiting for Callie to arrive, and she entertained the idea of telling her friend instead of having his heart break all over the lobby floor when he saw that 'the one that got away' was actually coming in to give birth to another man's child, "Thanks George." She patted his shoulder and sprinted off.
He smiled happily and occupied a seat facing the double doors of the hospital.
Callie climbed out of the cab after it pulled up just outside the hospital entrance. She pulled out the overnight bag with her and very slowly, made her way up the sidewalk. She did her best, breathing and keeping the cursing under her breath. It was all working fine, until she was ambushed by George, not two feet in the building, "Hey George."
"Hey." he said, mindlessly blocking her way as she desperately tried to look past him, "If you're looking for Cristina, she had to run--told me to wait for--why do you need waiting for?"
"George--" She said, calmly, gripping her side slightly as another sharp pain invaded her abdomen.
"You look beautiful--" He stammered, "--the pregnant thing works for you--"
"Thanks--George, but really--"
"Callie!" Meredith scolded, stomping her petite frame toward she and George, once there, she place a disapproving hand on her hip, "--we said no hospital. WHAT are you doing here? This is not funny. You need to rest, and this is not resting! And--wait…" She stopped suddenly, seeing the aggravation and obvious pain in her face, "--it's time!"
Callie nodded, her face twisted in agony.
"What--" George asked, confused, "--what's it time for?" Meredith jumped back and George froze as Callie's water broke all over his feet, "Oh my god…not again."
Callie rolled her eyes, then looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry. You don't plan these things--"
"I'm here!" Cristina came running from around the corner with a wheelchair, "I'm HERE! Nothing interesting, just suturing…" She stopped near them and bent over to catch her breath, "--sit your pregnant ass down."
Callie did indeed, sit her pregnant ass down in the chair as Meredith fussed over her, "You okay? I mean--you're in pain, but you're okay?"
"I'm fine." She answered, "Can someone tell Mark?"
"I'll do it." Cristina said with a raised hand, still breathless, "As soon as I catch my breath--is the kid kicking?"
"Yes." Callie said and smiled at the way Cristina seemed to eye her stomach cautiously, so before Meredith could push her away, she held out her hand, "Hold on. Give me your hand, freak show."
"Why?"
Callie smirked and grabbed Cristina's hand, and before she could oblige, laid it flat on her belly.
"Oh--no--" Cristina started, attempting to pull her hand away.
Callie held it in place, pressing down firmly so she'd get a good feel of the baby moving around, "There. So you don't have to wonder…"
"I wasn't wondering--" She scoffed, waiting a few seconds before removing her hand, and trying to hide the smile on her face, rolled her eyes, "You're gross. Go give birth. I'll inform the sperm giver." As she and George watched Meredith roll Callie away, she noticed the puddle at their feet and grimaced, "Dude--eww. What do you DO? Poke preggies for fun?"
He made an attempt to defend himself, just as Mark passed by them, dressed in his street clothes, ready to leave. He stopped and looked at him curiously, "O'Malley, they have adult diapers now, you know."
"I'm going to go away now." He answered, not meeting his eyes has he sulked away.
Cristina looked at Mark and sighed, "Oh, you saved me a trip. That was your woman's baby juice all over Bambi. Meredith just took her up to gynie. She's spawning."
Mark's eyes went wide, "What?! How did she get here? You will answer later…" He rambled on as he ran back towards the elevator.
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"You think their kid's going to be weird looking? All babies are weird looking when they're born." Cristina pondered out loud to Meredith, who sat next to her in the waiting room.
Meredith closed the magazine on her lap and turned to look at her, "All babies are adorable. Their baby will be adorable."
"You and I both know that babies look weird fresh from the oven. It takes a while to adopt aesthetically pleasing human features."
Meredith laughed, "Never have children."
"Not planning to."
"Hey--" George poked his head in, now dressed in clean fresh scrubs, "--how's she doing?"
"Her vagina is pushing out a human being, George--" Cristina answered, "--how would YOU feel?"
"I don't have a vagina."
"Some might argue."
"She's fine, George." Meredith intervened, smiling politely.
"Why are you guys waiting in here?" He asked, stepping aside for Derek to squeeze through behind him.
"Because some of us can't handle a little gore--" Derek answered before looking at Meredith, "--anything yet?"
"Nope." Meredith answered, sitting up to kiss him.
"I can handle gore." Cristina said, insulted, "That was just---rude, though. Body parts should not have to go through that if you can feel it." She squirmed at the memory, "Plus, we don't REALLY need to be here. It's childbirth. It's graphic and…violent and weird. We can just wait until everything's clean and--calm."
"It's almost time--"
As if on cue, Mark walked in, right past George, an overly excited grin on his face as he stood over them with his hands proudly on his hips, "It's a girl." He said calmly, then elatedly grabbed his scrub cap off his head and tossed it in the nearby trashcan, "It's a GIRL!"
Derek stood up and hugged him, followed by Meredith, who offered a simple, "Congratulations."
"It's a girl--that's great." George said quietly then turned around and disappeared out of sight.
"We actually knew that a long time ago--" Cristina offered mockingly, "--it's called a sonogram, Mark."
Still grinning, mark looked at her for only a second and flipped her a very eager middle finger before turning back to Derek and Meredith, "Eight pounds even. She looks just like Callie, she's all hair. We can't tell yet, but I think she has green eyes."
Meredith suddenly looked at Mark's hand and she cut in worriedly, "Mark, you're bleeding."
"Oh--" He said, lifting his hand and looking at the scratches on his hand, "Callie's a scratcher--you should see my back someti--never mind. I'm going to go check on them and see if you guys can come in."
"Yeah--" Cristina said, standing up, "--just make sure everything's…you know, in place."
"WHAT are you?" He said to her before leaving shortly.
As soon as he walked out, Izzie stepped in, looking around cautiously, "Hey--guys…"
"Hey, Iz." Meredith greeted warmly.
"The--baby born yet?"
"Yep."
"Have you seen her? Is she cute?"
"We don't know yet. You want to come in with us?"
"No--" She said quickly, "--no, I'll just wait. That's okay. I don't want--Callie to kill me. She's not very…fond of me."
"NO!" Cristina said in shock, receiving only a glare from the blonde just as Mark came back to inform them they could see "his girls".
XXX
Callie looked up from the baby girl in her arms just after she brushed her fingers over her smooth short, dark hair and leaned down to kiss her. "Hey--" She said as her visitors entered the room quietly.
"Oh my God, she's adorable." Meredith whispered, quickly coming to stand next to the bed and reaching for her, "Can I hold her?"
"Yeah." Callie said groggily, as she handed her off and Meredith ooh'd and aww'd until she was blue in the face., Derek doing the same over her shoulder.
"So--" Cristina said, sitting at the foot of Callie's bed and patting her leg slightly, "--how bad is the damage?"
"Have a kid and find out yourself."
"No, thanks."
"You want to hold her, Cristina?"
"Um--no, that's okay--" But she forcefully took her anyway as Meredith placed her in her arms. "Hey tiny person." She said, looking down on the sleeping doll in her arms. "Look at her hair--it's darker than yours, Callie. How is that possible?" She asked, not waiting for an answer as she fully inspected her, "She has your freckles too. But poor thing has Mark's nose. I'm so sorry, kid."
"My skin tone too--and for the record, I'm a gorgeous man, Yang--" Mark said, pulling up a chair near Callie's bed and taking her hand in his, "--I know you're hiding that you secretly want me but--I'm taken."
"Oh, my heart's breaking." She said, not bothering to glance at him, her eyes glued to the kid. "What's her name?"
"Sophie." Callie said, sinking lower onto the pillows.
"That's a good name." Meredith said, "What about last name?"
"Torres-Sloan" Mark said.
"Sloan-Torres." Callie corrected.
"We'll talk about this later." Mark said with a slight sneer.
"I call godmother." Cristina said suddenly.
"Why do YOU get godmother?" Meredith asked.
"Because I called it." Cristina said, "You can get the next one."
"Do WE get any say in this?" Callie asked, "I'm the mother. Maybe I don't want you to be the godmother. Maybe I want Addison--"
"Yeah. She's busy catching sun in LA. You snooze, you loose." Cristina said proudly.
XXX
Callie woke up in her bedroom to the sound of baby gurgling coming from the tiny white radio on the nightstand. She smiled at hearing Mark's voice, warmly shushing and whispering reassuring words to Sophie. She climbed out of bed and padded out the bedroom and down the hall to the nursery, where she was surprised to see Mark standing near the window with the baby in one arm while he fed her a bottle with his free hand, the moonlight letting just enough light in through the curtains.
He turned around, feeling her presence in the room and smiled, "Hey. Go back to sleep. I've got it."
"I know. I can see that." She said from where she leaned against the doorframe.
"She's so small." He said, glancing down at his daughter, "But she's so--awake. Like you." He smiled at Callie, "And she's a looker. Like you."
She chuckled and pushed her weight off of the wall to come to stand next to him and she touched a sleeping Sophie's head as she leaned over to kiss her forehead, "You're kind of good at this, Sloan."
"I'm a charmer."
She snorted and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, "You're an idiot." She ignored his glare as she walked over to the rocking chair by the window and sat down.
"You can't insult me. I fathered your child."
"I can insult you all I want. I pushed her out of my body."
"Touché." He said, removing the half empty bottle from the child's mouth, then placing her down in the crib. He then turned around and walked over to Callie, leaning over the chair with his hands on either armrest, jailing her in, "So, we have a kid now."
"We do." She nodded once, looking up at him.
"We have a kid and a house." he leaned in closer suggestively, "Should we wait for the dog, or can we just get married now?"
She smiled warmly, her head tilted apologetically, "I think we should wait--"
"For the dog?"
She laughed at his pushiness, "I just--let's just wait. Okay?"
He couldn't hide the disappointment on his face, but he smiled anyway and nodded before kissing her tenderly, "Okay. I can wait. Just--when Sophie starts going to school and they start calling her bastard child--"
"Shut up." She said and they both laughed.
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