Four Weeks Later

My eyes slowly fluttered open. My head pounded and the slightest move made it hurt more. It took me a minute to take in my surroundings. Mark was watching me sleep. He smiled when he saw me awake.

"Hey beautiful. How do you feel?" He asked.

"Like crap, did I have another seizure?" I asked. Mark nodded sadly.

"You were doing so well too. It'd been four weeks without a seizure." Mark sighed. I groaned.

"My head is killing me." I complained. Mark smiled sadly and climbed into the bed with me. He wrapped his arms around me and cuddled in close.

"It's going to be okay Cal. Promise." Mark encouraged and rubbed soothing circles on my stomach. I sighed.

"Mark I really don't feel good." I groaned. Mark pulled back and checked the drip that was supposed to be controlling my blood pressure. He pushed a few buttons to increase the flow. Addison came in as he was cuddling up to me again.

"Mark, you know you're not supposed to be in the bed with a patient." Addison said shaking her head.

"Addison, please let it slide this once. My head is killing me." I complained.

"The headache should be going away." Addison said concerned.

"It's getting worse." I said and buried my face in Mark's chest.

"I increased the drip." Mark told her.

"That should be helping." Addison said worriedly.

Addison's View

Callie started seizing again and her heart monitor and the babies plummeted.

"Crap! We've got to deliver him now. Mark call an OR and a delivery team. Tell them to prep for an emergency c-section.

"I don't understand. She was doing so well." Mark said. He was frozen by shock.

"Mark! Move!" I yelled. Mark snapped out of it and called an OR and delivery team. We got Callie into the OR as quickly as possible. I couldn't tell you how long it took for me to get the baby out, I was too busy saving Callie to check the clock. Once I handed the boy to Pediatrics Callie's stats started to stabilize. Shortly after I had her stitched back up and in ICU. The boy had underdeveloped lungs and needed to be on oxygen. Mark was glued to his side. I was watching Callie 24/7 until she wakes up. A few hours after the c-section her eyes slowly opened. She blinked several times.

"Addison, what happened?" Callie asked.

"You had a massive grand mal seizure and you're heart couldn't handle it. We had to do an emergency c-section." I explained.

"Where is he? Where is my son?" Callie asked panicking.

"Calm down Callie, you need to breathe." I warned. "Your son is doing good, his lungs were a little under developed so he needs to be on oxygen. Mark is with him right now." I explained. Callie nodded and took several deep breaths.

"Okay, when can I see him?" She asked.

"He has to come to you, you're weak. Let me see if he's stable enough to be moved." I told her calmly. Callie nodded and ran her hand through her thick black hair. I smiled and left the room. When I got to the NICU Mark was kangarooing with the boy. I went up to the head of PEDS.

"Hey, Dr. Montgomery, what can I do for you?" He asked.

"The boy that Dr. Torres delivered a few hours ago, is he stable enough to go to her room. She really wants to see him and she can't leave her room." I explained.

"Let me go check." Dr. Anderson told me. I nodded.

"Thanks." I replied. He smiled and walked off. He went over to a nurse and began to talk to her. After a few minutes she nodded and he walked back over to me.

"He can go, but only for a short visit. It is unlikely, but he could decrease in health. For now his only complication is weak lungs." Dr. Anderson told me. I nodded.

"Thanks Paul." I said smiling and walked over to where Mark was holding Callie's son.

"Mark. It's time to let Callie meet her son." I told him. Mark nodded and put the boy back in his incubator. I smiled at him and began to wheel the incubator out of the NICU.

Callie's View

Addison wheeled my son's incubator into my room. She lifted him slowly out of his incubator and brought him over to me. I carefully took him from her and held him close.

"Oh my God, he's so beautiful. He looks so much like George." I said breathlessly.

"He needs a name Cal." Mark told me softly. I nodded.

"What about Sebastian Michael Torres?" I suggested. Mark smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"George would be proud." Mark said smiling. I nodded.

"I think so too." I said smiling and gazed down at the little miracle in my arms. He was perfect, in every single way possible.