Lover's Spit

All these people drinking lover's spit
They sit around and clean their face with it
And they listen to teeth to learn how to quit
tied to a night they never met

You know it's time
that we grow old and do some shit
I like it all that way

"It's a girl." Cristina said, to no on in particular, as she ate her lunch in the courtyard. Callie, Meredith, Mark and Derek stared back at her, busy with their own meals.

"I know this." Callie agreed, reaching for a cucumber from Mark's plate.

"I think it's a boy."

"Thank you, Meredith." Mark said, "Glad someone's thinking with some sense."

Derek snorted a laugh and shook his head, "Thinking with sense--think of the odds. It's a girl. For SURE."

"Traitor--" Mark sneered, "--one out of three. It's a boy."

Cristina leaned forward, eyes narrowed, "I will bet you two hundred dollars right now, that in nine months, another mini-Callie will pop out of your woman's body."

"They don't just…'pop out', trust me." Callie said, "And, can I get in on that bet?" She shrugged when Mark glared at her, "What? She's IN me. I know it's a girl."

"It's a BOY." Mark insisted, "--which is why, I will take your little, innocent two hundred and raise you three hundred. It's going to be so sweet to see you squirm when you're wrong."

"This is SO wrong…on so many levels." Meredith said.

"I'm in." Derek said, "Five hundred on mini Callie."

"Fourteen hundred bucks on the sex of a baby--" Meredith gasped, "--you should be ashamed of yourselves."

Callie rolled her eyes at her as she sipped from her juice box, "Look, if I'm lucky, I won't look like a TOTAL cow after this baby, I might as well get some cash out of it."

On the fifth month of Callie's pregnancy, Mark arrived home one evening to about the most aesthetically pleasing sight he'd ever witnessed. He had slipped in unnoticed and followed the muffled voices of Callie and the girls to the threshold leading into the living room.

Callie lied on the floor, flat on her back, while Sophie and Mia sat on either side of her, leaning over with their ears pressed to her bare belly. Rexie lied lazily her feet.

"I think there's two babies in there." Mia said, pushing Callie' shirt higher up her torso.

Callie chuckled and touched her head gently, "There's only one in there, Peanut."

"Is it a boy?"

"I think it's a girl." Sophie announced, "Can we call her Lily, Mommy?"

"We have to see if there IS a girl in there first, sweetheart. The baby won't let us see yet."

"I think we should call it Bob." Mia said, then gasped excitedly and shot her head up, "Can we feed it cookies?!"

"Babies don't eat cookies, Mia." Sophie informed her, "They eat cheerios."

"Nuh-uh. Mommy, can we feed it cookies?"

"Babies don't eat big girl food, baby." Callie said, sitting up and lowering her shirt back into place, "But you can help give the baby a bottle when it comes."

"That's boring."

Callie chuckled and before she could answer, she looked up and noticed Mark leaning against the threshold, "Look who's home." She told the girls, who jumped up and ran to their dad as soon as he was spotted. Callie stood up and walked towards Mark with Rexie on her trail, "Hey."

"Hey yourself." he said, kissing her softly after settling Sophie back on her feet, "What are we doing?"

"Nothing. Answering questions. You hungry?"

"Not really."

"Because Sophie made you brownies."

"Oh--in that case. I will have a little of that."

A couple of hours later, after putting the girls to bed, fresh from the shower, Callie lied on her stomach, her recently dried hair hanging loosely over her shoulders ass he munched on a brownie and flipped through a magazine.

Mark stepped out of the bathroom in his boxers, switching off the lights as he ruffled his slightly damp hair with his fingers. It always amazed him how he never got tired of seeing any, if not every, part of Callie's body. She had never taken to wear actual sleepwear in the entire time they'd been together unless she was really cold. And Mark had decided that that was his favorite thing about her.

He watched her for a moment, his eyes scanning the way her legs were crossed at the ankles as she swung them slowly up and down. His eyes then traveled higher up her bare legs to his favorite black lace boy shorts and the white Rolling Stones tee shirt he was almost sure was about fifteen years old. He smiled at the joy that last piece of brownie brought to her face as she popped it in her mouth, then licked her thumb clean of chocolate before flipping another glossy page with a content sigh.

"If I cover myself in chocolate, will I get half as much attention as that thumb just got?" He asked, before hopping on the b ed beside her, then reached out to stroke her lower back under her shirt as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.

She smiled as she flipped another page, "Your unborn child is a chocoholic, so if you dipped yourself in chocolate--I'd eat you up, yes."

"Do you want to get the syrup, or should I?" He asked into her hair, catching a whiff of the clean, fresh scent, "Have I told you how much I love how you smell?"

She grinned, "On occasion."

He paused for a second, running his thumb over the softness of her spine, "You do want this baby, right?"

She turned her head and frowned worriedly, "Yes."

"I mean, you're not just doing this because of me--you weren't too crazy about the idea to begin with."

"Mark, to be honest, I was mad at you for about five minutes. The rest was just for fun." She smiled warmly.

"You're lucky I like you." he smiled against her lips when she kissed him.

As she continued to read through her magazine, Mark toyed with the diamond on her engagement ring and wedding band. She stifled a laugh as when he lowered his head and she felt his tongue glide over the small rock and finger, "What are you doing?"

"You got chocolate all over it. Messy eater." He teased, then kissed her lips, softly at first, then invitingly as his palm traveled higher up her back. He could feel the space between her shoulder blades twist and shift as she wiggled under his touch and he ran his tongue over hers. She sighed into his mouth and it made it him a little crazy, "Let's see where else on your body you spilled."

She laughed and let him turn her over on her back as he crawled between her legs. He pushed her hands up over her head as he kissed her again, and left them there as he trailed kisses down her neck, his fingers skimming down her arms until he reached the hem of her shirt and pushed it up with his hands flat on her stomach and ribs. She sighed and tossed the magazine out of the way and across the room as he nibbled and dropped open mouthed kisses on her abdomen.

He stopped for a second to press his ear to her belly. He smiled at the thought of the little person growing in there. When Callie's fingers found their way into his short hair, he basked in the feeling of her nails gently raking his scalp for a brief second before grabbing her hand and kissing her palm, then moved to kiss just below her navel as he hooked his two index fingers into the elastic of her panties.

She lifted her hips as he pulled them down and off her legs. She gasped when his mouth landed on her hot center without a warning. She wasn't sure if it was the hormones or what, but she was positive that oral sex had never felt that good before. Her neck arched in a whimper as his tongue drew lazy circles over and around her aching clit. She moaned a loud "oh" when he pushed two fingers inside her. When he curled after a hard thrust, she was panting. She licked her lips and her hips buckled as he thrust into her again and she bit her bottom lip to suppress her moans. When he sped up and sucked on her clit, she pretty much lost all control and her eyes shut tight as her orgasm overtook her body in long leisurely waves.

He let her ride his fingers and she almost didn't feel him kiss his way up her body. She looked up at him through heavy eyelids and smiled breathlessly. He smiled back, "Hello."

"Hi." She said, grunting as hi fingers let her. She pulled him down and latched onto his mouth again as his hand snaked up her shirt and kneaded one tender breast after the other. Another needy whimper escaped her and she reached down for the elastic of his boxers.

He met her hands and quickly rid of the garment, before sitting up as he brought her with him.

She moaned when she straddled his lap and braced herself on his shoulders as she lowered herself onto him. He pulled her shirt up over her head and their breaths mixed between them as they panted, forehead to forehead as he relished on the feel of her around him.

She shifted her body and they both groaned before she started to move in slow thrusting circles and she kissed him hungrily. Tasting herself in his mouth only seemed to deepen her arousal and she kissed him deeper, plunging her tongue into his mouth, their teeth clashing as he kissed her back with equal fervor.

He reached around and cupped her ass with both hands, pushing her tighter against him as he thrust up higher.

Her movements became frantic as she met his every move, wanting to feel him everywhere. She breathed heavily against his sweat slick shoulder as he pulled her even harder against him and he was deeper inside her than she though he could be. She gasped loudly and she clung to him , "Oh fuck, Mark." She groaned. It hurt, and she knew that she'd be sore later, but it was the most pleasurable pain.

He grunted as she clenched and released and he fought letting himself go. He searched for her mouth before reaching between them and rubbing vigorously around her clit. With a few more thrusts, she came all around him, biting down on his shoulder to silence herself. The pain she inflicted finally pushed him over the edge and he came, groaning her name into her hair.

They were both breathless for along time, limb entwined in the same sitting position until they finally collapsed on the mattress.

"Fuck." He said, as he pulled the covers over both of them and pulled her body close to his so she'd lay her head on his chest, "We're painfully good at that."

"Mm--" She hummed, closing her eyes, "--I can't move."

"But we're like, REALLY good at it. We should make a video."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Get it all out in the next week, because you won't be touching me for a while after that."

"I had forgotten about that part. Damn it."

She chuckled and he touched her ring finger again, catching the glimmer of the diamond on the ring, "I heart you, Child Bearer."

"I heart you, too, Sperm Giver." They shared a lazy laugh before drifting off to sleep.

Derek walked briskly down the hall in the maternity floor. Callie had been in labor for five hours now, and he was anxious to see his new niece, or nephew, but most likely niece. He soon spotted his wife and her best friend standing just outside Callie's room--giggling.

"Hey." he greeted them, looking at them curiously, "What's going on?"

"I don't' know--" Cristina said, still blushing from the giggling, "--I think she might be crowning."

"Did you go in?" He asked.

Meredith shook her head no and imply pushed the door open about an inch. Enough to hear Callie tell Mark to get away from her and not to touch her, and then beg for him to hold her hand and tell him she loved him. The door was closed soon after and Cristina burst into mirthful tears as she bent over and tried to catch her breath.

Meredith chuckled, then shrugged when Derek scowled at both of them, "That's your friend in there? Giving birth, to your soul niece or nephew."

Cristina rolled her eyes, "Soul niece or nephew? And it's NEPHEW for sure." She stated, wiping the tears from her eyes as she silenced her pager, "I have to go what this is about. Call me when I can come collect my money."

Derek turned to Meredith once Cristina was gone, "She's horrible. You know this, right?"

"She makes things fun."

"Mh-hm." he looked at the door impatiently, "I hope everything's okay.

"Everything's fine. But hey--" She touched his arm, "--I was thinking, Derek."

"Yes, Meredith." he said with a smile.

"Maybe--we should have another baby. We can catch up to Mark and Callie. Give Allen a little playmate. What do you think?"

His smile widened and he tilted his head, "I think--yes. Let's."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay."

"Okay." he nodded and leaned in to kiss her. They both turned their heads to see Cristina hurry back down the hall.

"False alarm." She sighed and they all turned towards the door as it swung open and a baby's cry was heard when Mark stepped out and threw his hands up in victory, 'It is NOT boy." Cristina said incredulously.

"It's an Owen!" He said, receiving confused glances from the group.

"An Owen?" Meredith asked calmly.

"It's a girl!" He shouted enthusiastically.

"Hey!" Derek exclaimed enveloping him in a hug while Meredith patted his shoulder and Cristina did a happy dance for the money she had won.

"I thought you wanted a boy--" Derek said, pulling away, "--you look happy, for a man who wanted a boy."

"I did." He answered, "But--she's GORGEOUS--" he gushed, and sent a warning glare at Cristina, "Shut up. Plus, I've decided to still use the name I had picked out. It's all good."

"Oh! I call godmother!" Cristina exclaimed.

"No!" Meredith complained.

"Someone already called dibs on that." Mark said.

"What the hell!" Cristina said, "Who?!"

"Addison."

"Addison--she's in L.A.! She's too busy catching sun ad swimming in the pretty, sunny beaches to call godmother. I say screw the redhead. I want G-Mom."

"Well, G-Moms taken." There was an awkward silence as Addison stepped out of the room, pulling off her scrub cap. She smiled at the group, "Hey, everybody."

"I didn't--" Cristina stammered, trying to explain, "--to be fair, it's not like I'm lying, right?"

"I'm still godmother."

"Look at you, gorgeous baby girl, with those gorgeous pouty lips I'm so jealous of." Meredith cooed at the new baby girl in her arms, "Your thicker than thick back hair. If you were my age, Id' hate you."

Callie stared back at her from her hospital bed with a bemused smile, Cristina sat in a chair at one end of the room, slouched din her seat as she also stared back with a slight look of disgust on her face, "You're slightly unbearable around small children."

"I don't care." She said quietly, before handing the sleeping baby back to Callie.

"Don't listen to her--" Callie said quietly, holding her daughter gently in her arms, "--she cried when Mia was born, she won't admit it, but she did." She frowned when Cristina wouldn't look at her, "What?"

"She's still mad at you for not giving her godmother."

"Oh--god…" Callie sighed, rolling her eyes, "--you're godmother to Sophie AND Mia."

"Whatever. I don't even want to talk about it."

The door opened and mark walked in with Mia in his arms. Sophie, who had been holding Derek's hand, ran in as soon as she saw her mother, while little Allen ran straight for his mother, "You want to see baby Owen, sweetheart?" Meredith asked, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah." he climbed out of her arms and before anyone could stop them, he and Sophie were climbing up on Callie's bed.

"Whoah-whoa-whoa--" Cristina jumped up and grabbed both kids by their waists, "Watch out, elves. Be careful."

Derek took Sophie from her while Allen settle din her arms.

Can I sit with Mommy?" Mia whispered to Mark. After Callie nodded the okay, he placed her gently on the bed, "Hi, Mommy." She said quietly as she very slowly crawled over the side of the bed, until she was sittin beside her mom.

"it's okay, baby." Callie assured her, reaching with one arm to scoot her close against her side, "--this is your little sister, Owen." She looked up at Sophie and Derek brought her over, "Come here, sweetie."

"She's tiny." Sophie said, amazed, as she was set down on the other side of the bed and leaned down to kiss the top of the baby's head.

Allen twisted in Cristina's arms, "Keena, stop it. I want to sit with the baby, too."

"Come here, bugger!" Callie said, waving for him to climb on the bed as she sat up straight and he climbed on and he leaned over to look at her, "Does she do anything?"

Derek chuckled, "Mostly just sleeping, Champ."

"Then, what's the big deal?" He asked.

"You feed them, Awen." Mia informed him matter-of-factly.

"Ohh."