All I Need to Know

Miranda Bailey strutted into Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital feeling really good. Her anniversary weekend had been perfect. In the locker room, she put on her earphones and listened to some upbeat music while she changed. "Hey!" Callie said pulling out one of Miranda's ear buds.

"Torres! Is that how you greet people?" Miranda asking tossing her earphones into her locker. She put on her sneakers.

Callie laughed. "So, how's everything going, Bailey?" Miranda smiled and started to give her the romantic details of her weekend, leaving out the car accident, meeting Destiny and Tyson, her conversation with Richard and the baby.

"Wow, Ben is the best."

"Yeah, he is."

"I told you he'd like the tickets."

"You did," Miranda said putting on her top.

Callie milled around some more touching things in Miranda's locker. "So, um, is there, like… anything else? That you want to tell me."

Miranda smirked. "Nope."

"Good. Good. Good."

"Yeah," Miranda said confused. Callie was fishing for information, what about? She couldn't know that Miranda was pregnant, could she?

"I'm glad that you're okay." Miranda nodded. Callie was being so nutty. "Glad that there wasn't an accident or anything."

"Oh! Oh!" It was clicking. "Okay. Yes, there was an accident," Miranda laughed at her best friend and sighed with relief. Her secret was safe. At least she didn't know about that Miranda was pregnant. "What? Did you see the video?"

Callie beamed and nodded. "April showed Jackson and he showed it to all of us. That was amazing! And that someone caught it and your name and this hospital's name are out there, well… you're big time now."

"We do stuff like that every day," Miranda said grabbing her pen and putting it in breast pocket.

"Yeah, but it's not on-scene and caught on camera!" Callie clapped and hugged Miranda.

"Girl, get off of me! I'm a surgeon, it's what I do and, right now, I need to get to work." Callie followed behind her giggling. Miranda shook her head. "Torres, you're so damn nutty."

Callie's pager beeped and dashed off. Miranda's residents for the day came up to her as she stepped out of the locker room. "Dr. Bailey, we saw the video. Great job," Lemon Rashad said. The other one, the one with two first names, Dennis Christopher, maybe, nodded.

She sighed and hoped it wouldn't be like this all day, people talking about her and that damn video. Miranda looked at his name tag. Christopher Dennis. "Um, thank you, but I'm hoping that any of us trained to do that would have done it."

Halfway to the Nurse's Station, with the two residents walking behind her, Miranda was flagged down by Meredith Grey.. "Hey, Dr. Bailey!"

Meredith caught up to Miranda and they kept walking. "What do you need, Grey?"

"Well, I need to run to Zola's school for a meeting with her teacher that could not be pushed back anymore."

At least she could count of Grey to not get personal. "Anymore?"

"Yeah, I've cancelled on this man at least five times."

"Oh. So, uh, where do I factor into this equation?" Miranda asked as she stopped at the Nurse's Station and squirted hand sanitizer into her palm.

"I need you—I mean, can you take my open cholecystectomy and the two appys that I have on my schedule?" Meredith smiled and held out her charts.

Miranda pushed them away, "And what do I get?" Miranda asked.

"The pleasure of saving lives, of course." Miranda turned on her heels. "Okay! What do you want?"

"Post-op notes for a month."

Meredith scoffed. "Two weeks."

"Two months," Miranda said giving her former intern a smile of her own.

"Fine. A month, superstar." Miranda ran her tongue along her teeth. She took the charts and put her own on top of them. She gave them to her residents. "That's why they called you the Nazi."

"So I've heard."

Damn it, Grey, Miranda thought as she came out of her last surgery. She scrubbed out with a smile. She wasn't really mad at Meredith. One day, in the near future, she would be ready to give anything to feel the exhaustion of being in the OR for a day of multiple procedures. All day she heard nothing but people congratulating her about the video and awesome she looked. It was flattering, but also distracting. Being in the spotlight wasn't really her thing. Also, she hadn't heard from the one person whose approval really matter. Richard. She hadn't seen him all day. Maybe he'd changed his mind about her. Miranda went to inform the family of the patient that was being moved to recovery. The family was in the huge waiting room, asleep on each other, mother, teenaged son and young daughter. She cleared her throat. A head popped up. The patient's wife. "Oh, hi!" She said staring at Miranda with hopeful eyes.

The woman's eyes reminded Miranda of Ava. She wished she knew how to get in touch with the girl. Miranda smiled quickly; "Hi, Mrs. Hayes, David is on his way to recovery. The procedure went really well. You can see him in an hour or so."

"Oh, thank you, Dr. Bailey," the woman said with tears in her eyes. The son and daughter were awake now.

"Yeah, thanks, Dr. B," the boy said with a yawn.

"Mommy, you didn't thank the baby," the girl said. Miranda's eyes widened. "Thank you, baby." The girl touched Miranda's stomach.

"Ginny! Come here!" The woman said calling to her daughter. She looked at Miranda and chuckled nervously. "I'm so sorry. She's only four."

Miranda said that it was okay. "Um, I actually am pregnant," she said touching her stomach.

"Oh, wow! Congratulations," the woman said.

Miranda thanked the woman and they talked a little longer. When she turned around, she came face to face with a smiling Arizona Robbins. "Robbins!" Miranda said startled. She put a hand to her chest. "Is sneaking up on people something in your job description?"Arizona continued to smile. "And what's with the goofy face?" Miranda cracked her knuckles.

"Nothing just—"

"Robbins, I really like you and I'm tired, so if you mention that damn video, I might just punch you. I'm warning you now." Arizona began to laugh. "What is your deal?"

They were in a deserted hallway. "You're pregnant!" Arizona whisper-shouted.

Miranda imagined that the look on her face was one of absolute surprise. "How… d-do you know that?"

"I was right behind you when the little psychic said it." Miranda laughed. "Congratulations, Dr. Bailey."

"Thank you, but, um, don't tell anyone."

"Mum's the word. But can I—"

"If it wasn't for little Haley Joel Osment back there, you wouldn't even know. I will tell people when I feel comfortable." Arizona nodded. "So I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone, not even Callie."

"But—"

"Yes, I know she's your wife. But she's also my best friend, but I'll tell her when I'm ready."

Arizona nodded again and began smiling. "Little Baby Bailey. This is exciting," she said and walked up the stairs and through the door.

Richard came up the stairs. "Thought I'd find you here," he said easing himself down on the step next to her.

"Sir?"

"By saying that I mean that I've been looking everywhere for you." She smiled weakly. "I can't imagine sitting on these stairs are good for your back." Miranda shook her head. They were quiet for a while. "Anyway, I have, uh… well, I have some news for you." Miranda's body was at full attention. "But I don't, uh, I don't want to tell you here." He stood up and gestured for her to come with him. Miranda took a deep breath and followed her mentor.

Ben texted Miranda. His shift had just started. She sent him back a message and told him where she was. He came into the conference room and saw her sitting alone in the empty room. "Everything okay, Miranda?" She nodded. "Well, give me a hug, woman. I haven't seen you all day." Miranda stood up and hugged him. His hug was like truth serum; she put her head in his chest and began to cry. "Aww, baby. It's okay." He rubbed her back. "What is it?"

She pulled away and wiped her face. "I got it."

"You got it?" He asked.

"The seat on the board."

"The seat on the board," he repeated. She nodded with a grin. "You got it. You got it!"

"Yes," she squealed, wiping away more tears. Ben hugged her tightly.

"Baby! This is wonderful. When? How?"

"About an hour and a half ago," she said. "Just before I went into my last appy."

Ben smiled widely. "Why didn't you call me as soon as you found out?"

"Because my head was spinning. I barely knew what had happened. Richard found me in the stairwell and brought me in this room and the board told me that wanted me. I'd be a great addition. They knew I was the best person for the job, no one doubted me. It was unanimous." Ben kissed her, her tears mixed into the wetness of the sloppy kiss.

"I am so proud of you. So damn proud of you," Ben said in her ear. He looked into her eyes. "Proud to say that I love you and proud that you're my wife and the mother of my children." Miranda held onto her husband, her smile wider than the conference table they were leaning on. "You're the best person for the job, baby. The best person I know." They embrace was interrupted by Ben's pager going off. "Um, I have to go, but we will celebrate when I get home."

Miranda smiled. "Right."

"Okay, well, when our schedules sync up again." She nodded. "Congratulations, Miranda," he said kissing her cheek once more before he was gone. Miranda stayed in the room a little longer, exhausted, but satisfied. Ben was right; their plans were working out and even with a few unexpected surprises, they were ready for the next phases of their lives. She left the conference room and, after some time, she found herself in her bedroom, dressed in her pajamas, sleeping peacefully.