Rebirth- Chapter 12
Title: Rebirth
Rating: NC-17
Author: Tonysgirl02 AKA Kimmer
Summary: This takes place after 3.12. This way go along with what I'm hearing will happen in the upcoming episodes but this will be my verison.
Pairings: Mainly Callie/George. All the friendships and what not.
Chapter 12
George wondered downstairs a few minutes after Callie had left the bedroom and found the Torres home actually looking like a home. Cinco sat in the middle of the living room floor, stacking his blocks. Diego sat at the piano running through scales faster then George had ever seen anyone play scales. Mario and Pablo were camped out in front of the TV playing ‘Smash Brothers’ on their X-Box and numerous toys were littered all over the room.
Hector sat at the table, sipping a cup of coffee and Rosa was setting the table for nine. George’s eyes were glued to Callie’s backside, watching her wiggle back and fourth. He stepped closer and noticed she was scrambling a bowl full of eggs. He placed his hands on her hips, stilling her. He set his chin on her shoulder and noticed her tongue was sticking out of the side of her mouth slightly. “Morning,” he whispered before kissing her cheek.
Callie smiled at him as she turned her head and kissed him full on the lips, “Hi. Did you sleep good?”
“Yes, I did. What about my two favorite people in the world?”
“We slept excellent.”
“What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Breakfast and then the birthday party is at three, how exciting,” Callie said breaking George’s hold on her. She walked over to the stove and poured the eggs into the pan before turning up the heat and grabbing a spatula.
“So my future wife can cook, good to know for when we move out,” George said stepping toward the coffee maker sitting on the counter. “Cal, where are the coffee cups?”
“Jorge, sit!” Rosa commanded motioning him toward the table. “Callie, you should fix his coffee.”
“Mrs. Torres, it’s fine, I just don’t know where the coffee cups are,” George insisted, but slowly backed away from Rosa. She was holding a butter knife in her hand with her other hand on her hip.
“Mom, George is a big boy and can handle making his own coffee. He does it every morning, he’s trained well.”
“As a good wife…..” Rosa started as she pulled a coffee mug from the cabinet. She filled the cup with warm liquid and walked to the fridge.
Callie shook her head and grabbed the sugar bowl and a table spoon. She dumped three spoonfuls of sugar into the cup and yanked the carton of cream from her mothers hand. She took the lid off and placed it on the counter before pouring enough into the cup where it just began to turn the coffee a cream color. She stirred his coffee before turning and placing it in his hand.
She left the counter the way it was and went back to the pan full of eggs, Rosa cleaning up after her. She didn’t have to do everything for George. They did things for each other and she wasn’t starting that stuff either. It was easier just do please her mother for the time being though.
Once the eggs were ready she poured them out onto a plate and took the pan over to sink, “Mom, it’s an amazing concept, George and I do nice things for each other.”
“I’ve taught you nothing, you’ll never be a good wife if you don’t do for him,” Rosa said shaking her head as she carried the biscuits and bacon over to the table.
Callie rolled her eyes and walked into the living room. She stacked a few blocks with Cinco before picking him up and carrying him into the kitchen. She placed him in his high chair and gave him his sippy cup. “Happy Birthday, you’re three today, I remember the day you were born, yeah,” she smiled as he clapped his hands.
Rosa wasn’t going to get to her. She had promised herself that after last night. It wasn’t worth the stress, it wasn’t worth the tears. They were only there for two more days and she would hope the wedding invitation would get lost in the mail and then she wouldn’t have to see her mother until the next time she visited, because her parents loading up everyone to come to Seattle, yeah right.
~*~*~
George wondered by Diego was pulling him upstairs, insisting he needed to see Callie. “She was fine a few minutes ago,” he insisted as Diego opened a door.
‘You just, you have to see this,” Diego whispered. He opened the door a little further and revealed Callie in the very blue and white nursery with Cinco. Her back was to them, but Cinco was giggling softly from the changing table.
Cinco was just tall enough to peek over Callie’s shoulder as she stood him up to button his overalls. “Gee! Gee!” he exclaimed clapping his hands together.
Callie turned her head and picked Cinco up from the changing table. She smiled at George, “So you’re watching me?” she asked sitting down in the rocking chair, placing Cinco in her lap. She grabbed his socks and slid one onto his foot.
“Diego demanded that I come up here and see you like this. It’s a sight that warms my heart. You’re going to be great with Baby O Cal, don’t doubt it. You don’t need anyone to show you the ropes, you can do it on your own.”
Callie shook her head, “No, I can’t do this on my own. It’s different when their yours. I need your mom George, get over it. And if you mention flying my mother in, I will kill you.”
“I don’t think I could deal with that. Callie, I just, I feel like you’re doubting yourself and you never doubt yourself.”
“When it comes to being a doctor, I don’t doubt myself. When you doubt yourself, you can’t save lives. Plus I went to this place called Medical school and learned how to be a doctor. There isn’t a place called Parenting School, I’ve checked. Sure, you can read all the books, but what do they tell you? Nothing, because one contradicts the other. Solids at three months, no solids until a year, no solids until baby shows interest. Bottle or breast, breast for the first year with supplementing after six months, do you give expressed milk in a bottle? All these questions and no one has a solid answer.”
“You learn as you go,” George shrugged. “But she’s going to have to get a bottle, with expressed breast milk or formula.”
“Breast milk, and no bottles for the first six weeks either, well at least four, you don’t want nipple confusion between me and the bottle.”
“How could there be any confusion?” George asked grabbing Cinco’s shoes and sliding them onto his feet, tying the laces.
“There just is George,” she shrugged. “No pacifiers either.”
“Sometimes a pacifier helps, when they just wanna suck.”
“Oh so I should get you one?”
“No, I’m a big boy, I get the real thing,” he winked. “I know the difference between artificial and real.”
“That sounds so dirty,” Callie said handing Cinco off to George as she stood. “Take him down to my Mom, please? I’m gonna go get ready.”
“Alright,” George said kissing her cheek and heading out of the room. Callie tossed his dirty pajamas into the hamper and saw Diego sitting in the hallway.
“He’s going to make a great Dad.”
“He is,” Callie agreed.
“Are you excited, about the baby?”
“Yeah, I am. I’d have a dozen babies with him. He’s so….”
“Dreamy.”
Callie giggled, “I’ll have to send you some pictures of the doctor that is known by McDreamy and we have another one by the name of McSteamy.”
“Dad invited Diablo to the party,” Diego said following Callie into her room, closing the door behind them. “Did George sleep in here last night? Better yet, did you do him?”
Callie sighed hearing that name. Why did her father have to do such a thing? ‘Can you call him and tell him he’s uninvited? Him and George….George doesn’t know. I never loved Diablo, and when I told George I loved him I said somethings and meeting Diablo will make what I said not make sense and I don’t need this right now!” she exclaimed pulling clothes out of her suit case.
“So ignore him and I will try and keep him away from George.”
“Thank you,” Callie said.
Diego picked up the jeans laying on the bed and studied them. “Your belly is so not that big that your jeans have to have flaps.”
“They help support my belly and yeah it is getting pretty big,” Callie said pulling her tank top up and rolling her yoga pants down. “See, I am getting big and the panels just support my belly.”
“Okay your belly is so much bigger then the pictures you sent last week.”
Callie rolled her eyes and grabbed her clothes, stepping into the bathroom to get ready. “Please don’t tell me that. I’m going to be so huge when this is all over and just look so fat…”
“Oh stop, you’ll be beautiful. You show off being pregnant, Mom hides it, so it’s weird to see you embrace the belly.”
“Whatever,” Callie laughed.
Diego flopped down onto her bed and sighed, “So was he good?”
“I didn’t exactly give him the chance to be good last night. I needed to be in control so I did.”
“Dear god Callie, did you rape him?” Diego teased. “Let the man have a say…”
“Please, George no longer gets a say. When I say it’s time for sex, I pull the pregnant card. You wouldn’t believe all the changes that are going on. It’s amazing and odd. And being with him, like that, it’s a new feeling. But last night, I just, I needed him, I needed to be in control and he let me.”
She came out of the bathroom, dressed and saw Diego making a face. She smacked him with a pillow before sitting down next to him. “George is no saint. That boy can bend my legs in some ways…..”
“So when your through with him, I can have him?”
“Um no, I’ll never ever be done with him. He’s no saint in the bedroom. After he asked me to marry him, he pushed the table up against the wall in his mother’s dinning room while we did it.”
“You did it on a table?”
“Um yeah.”
“I thought….”
“Oh you have so much to learn,” Callie giggled. “You can do it anywhere. On call rooms, shower, bath, dinning room tables, at your parents house, in the pool or hot tub, the bed, standing, the floor…..”
“You two have done it at work?”
“One time.”
“God now wonder you got pregnant!”
“Shut up, just remember who are you doing to ask all your making out questions too, huh?”
“Callie I had no idea what to do when Sam slipped me the tongue! It was gross!”
“You slip him the tongue back, I told you that. And when he puts his hand up your shirt you do it back or you slap him, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Alberto….I can’t talk to him about this stuff.”
“I know you can’t. I’m always just a phone call, text message, e-mail away, you know that.”
“But when the baby comes….”
“I’ll still make time for you, don’t worry. I may be holding a screaming baby as I type, but I’ll still be there for you. I wish you could move to Seattle, Louise would love you.”
“So take me with you.”
“I can’t, but if I could, I would. Four more years Diego, you can do it. And there will be lots of other boys, besides Sam who will slip you the tongue and do other things with you, that you’ll thoroughly enjoy.”
“Let me do your hair.”
“Don’t make it ugly or put knots in it.”
“I won’t.”
~*~*~
Callie came downstairs a little while later, with some of her hair pulled back in a clip and some curls hanging around her face. George was sitting on the floor, playing with Cinco and his little farm animals. He looked up hearing her footsteps and broke into a grin. “Your hair…..”
“Diego did it,” she said sitting on the edge of the coffee table and glancing out the window, seeing all the cars. Everyone was starting to arrive.
“It looks beautiful,” he smiled moving so he was on his knees before. He brushed his lips over her cheek, “You look beautiful.”
Callie smiled and brushed her hand across his cheek, “Thanks.”
“So last night about….”
She placed her finger against his lips, “We can’t talk about that, no telling who will walk in and when.”
“But….”
“No, not here.”
“Callie….”
She glanced around, “Fine, what bothered you about last night? Cause from my point of view, that was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. So I don’t see where the complaints are coming from.”
“Last night was just…..it wasn’t you Callie. You’ve never been like that before. You’ve never completely pushed me away like you did last night.”
“I did not completely push you away. You got exactly what ever man loves, so why are we having this conversation?”
“Why are you getting all pissy?”
“Because you’re complaining for no reason.”
“So how I feel isn’t important?”
“I never said that! Where is the problem George?”
“The problem is you used a damn plastic thing instead of me, when I was right there? What the hell was that?”
She shook her head, “Whatever George. We were in my bed and I was calling the shots.”
“What?”
“I let you make all the rules at home. You wanted me on the table? Fine, you got it. At work? I gave it up. In bed? I give you that. Now, it’s my turn to be in control.”
“Is that what this is about? Control?”
“I have to be in control of something while I’m here and it certainly isn’t my emotions.”
George clenched his jaw, “Maybe you should talk to me about it, or would that mean you’re not in control? I’m here to lean on, Callie. I’m not your property, your not my property. We’re in this together, at least I thought we were, that’s why this shit works.”
“Shit? Now you’re calling this, what we have together shit?” she asked arching an eye brow at him.
“Shit!” Cinco grinned clapping his hands and smiling at them.
“DON”T SAY THAT!” Callie snapped.
Cinco’s lower lip began to tremble at being reprimanded. Callie sighed realizing her mistake too late. George leaned down and picked him up, holding him close and rubbing his back. “Don’t take it out on him Callie, he’s just a kid,” George said glaring at her.
Callie snorted angrily and crossed her arms over her chest, “He can’t use that word, George!”
“I slipped, it happens,” George said. “Cinco, you don’t need to say that word, okay?” he whispered smoothing out his hair. “But you repeated it, encouraging it more. When Baby O gets here you better not-“
”Don’t tell me how to raise my son!”
“Your son? Yours? We’re in this together, Callie! Which is something you forgot last night in bed. Don’t you ever do that to me again!”
Callie rolled her eyes and Cinco’s cried intensified despite George’s effort to calm him. George raising his voice didn’t help matters either. “Give him to me.”
“No.”
“George!”
“No!”
The front door opened suddenly and Alberto walked in. Cinco quieted and smiled at the man standing next to Alberto, “Dee Dee!”
The handsome man held his arms around. He was tan, had dark hair and any person could see his muscles flex in his t-shirt as he stooped down, awaiting Cinco. Cinco squirmed a little and George set him on his feet and watched as his short legs toddled him toward the man’s embrace. Callie groaned behind him and Alberto grinned.
“Alberto, don’t you-“
“George! This is Diablo, Callie’s other fiancé.”
Callie shook her head, “No throwing the ring at his head clearly should have brought him to the conclusion that we were finished. Or maybe the fact I found him in bed with another women, yeah that had nothing to do with the ring throwing, that concluded the worst five years of my life.”
“The worst five years of your life, huh?” Diablo asked standing to his full height with Cinco in his arms.
“You were engaged? And didn’t tell me! Dear god Callie, what else don’t I know about you?”
“Shut up!” she snapped at George.
“Fine! I’m done!” he yelled throwing his hands up. “Maybe when we go back to Seattle you’ll be back to being the Callie I love or should I get a custody agreement now Callie?”
“I told you to shut up!” she yelled.
He shook his head and stomped up the stairs. She was treating him like her mother treated her. He hated when they fought, especially with her being pregnant, but damn it, she had set him off.
He paced the hallway unsure of where to go, what room? What if she wondered upstairs? She’d probably yell at him for being in her room. Alberto, he had no idea what room was Alberto’s. He had no space. He was stuck. As he walked past the side table he noticed a newspaper article sitting on top of a stack on pictures.
He picked the newspaper article up and starred down the picture of Callie and Diablo, her head leaned against his, in black and white. His eyes trailed over the headline and then down to the article.
Diablo Carlos Martinez, 26, and Dr. Calliope Iphigenia Torres, 25, announced their engagement at a party hosted by her parents last Friday evening at Hector Torres restaurant. Martinez and Torres have been dating off and on since high school, through college and while she attended medical school in North Carolina, eventually coming home and reuniting with her high school love. Both say the long distant relationship wasn’t easy, but they made it work. Both graduated from the University of Miami Torres, with a pre medical degree and Martinez with a degree in engineering. Torres graduated with a medical degree from Duke University. She is now completing her internship back home in Miami. Torres has studied to be an orthopedic surgeon. The father of the bride is one happy man and the young couple has yet to set a wedding date.
George’s stomach churned as he placed the article to the side and picked up the stack of pictures that had been hiding under the article. He felt the sweat forming on his face and his heart beat increase as he flipped through the pictures. The first was of Callie and Diablo, obviously when they first got to the party. She had on a red dress and he wore a black suit with a red tie.
He flipped through the next few pictures, there was one with her family and one with what he assumed was his family. A few of them on the dance floor, staring into each others eyes, her head leaned on his shoulder or his head pressed against her forehead. Those were moments they were only supposed to share.
There was a picture of the huge sheet cake. The icing was white and the lettering was red, reading ‘Congratulations Callie and Diablo’. There were pictures of them cutting the cake together and feeding it to each other, but the picture that really caught his eye was the one with their hands on the knife and the huge ring that sat on her finger. The band was gold and the diamond was huge. She had told him she hated gold.
What other secrets did she have? She had told him her parents liked to sweep things under the rug, but this was not hidden. He had found it out in plain sight and it broke his heart. When said had told him she loved him, she had said he was the first man she had ever said it too. If she was engaged to someone else that had to be a lie. What else about his fiancé, the mother of his child, was a lie? Maybe Izzie had been right.
~*~*~
Diablo stepped toward Callie and smiled at her, brushing a piece of a curl out of her face. “How have you been mi corazon?”
She pushed his hand away, “Don’t call me that. We aren’t together anymore, in case you missed this,” she motioned to her belly. “Or this,” she held up her left hand showing off her ring. Part of her wanted to hurl it at George, but it would not leave him with any scar whereas Diablo had a nice scar on his forehead from the diamond.
“Now the ring, I could have missed. It’s so small!” he exclaimed grabbing her hand. “You have to squint your eyes to see it.”
“You do not!’ Callie shrieked. “I can even wear it when I operate.”
“Well aren’t you lucky. Now…” he trailed off looking down at her belly. He reached a hand out to touch it. “I thought you didn’t want kids.”
“I didn’t want children with you, with George, I’d have a dozen or two.”
“You are kidding me? So you dumped me for a little bitch boy who gives you a tiny diamond, that is probably as big as his dick, and who knocks you up with a kid you don’t even want?”
“Don’t touch me!” WHAP
Diablo rubbed his cheek and grinned at her, “I see you haven’t lost your right hook.”
“And my knee is still pretty amazing.”
He backed away from her at the comment, placing a hand protectively over his crotch region. “Lets get a few things straight, shall we? You ended things the moment you slept with my best friend and I found you together. Me, throwing that ring, that I hated, at your head, was my way of breaking up with you. I went to Seattle, so I would never have to see you again. I never wanted children with you, because they would have been complete jerks!”
“I never wanted to marry you, I never loved you. I never wanted you in my life. I could tolerate you, but my father, oh he loved you so I figured I could learn to love you. When I went to Seattle and met this amazing guy, I learned you don’t have to settle. I learned love finds you. I never thought twice about you from the moment I laid eyes on George until now. My ring may be small, but I’m totally in love with it. I can wear it to work and my patients know that I belong to somebody.”
“In less then two months, I’ve set a date, I have a hall, the menu is picked. I never did any of those things for our wedding, hell I never did a damn thing for our wedding, because I didn’t want it. I want my wedding with George, I want George, I want my ring and I want my baby. And if you dare say another thing about my child, so help me god I will break every bone in your body and enjoy it.”
“So you still like pulling ortho rank in bed?”
“Stay away from George today. If I so much as see you looking at him, I will break your neck.”
Callie turned on her heel and stomped up the stairs, ignoring the snickering behind her back from Diablo and Alberto. She made a rude hand gesture over her shoulder for good measure. Her blood was boiling and when she cleared the landing for the top floor, she shrieked in horror. George was flipping through photos that should never have seen the light of day. "What the hell are you doing?" she cried, snatching them from him.
"What the hell are you doing?" he snapped. He picked up the newspaper article and held it up, his hand shaking. "I'm the first man you ever loved? Isn't that what you told me?"
"You are!" Callie said, shocked at how upset he was. "I didn't love him!"
"Right! Because you've been so honest with me up until this point! I'm really going to believe that!"
"George, this is why I didn't tell you about it. Because you automatically jump to conclusions and "
"Jump to conclusions? Rico Suave is standing in your living room like some kind of freakin' model and you tell me not to jump to conclusions?"
"I don't like pretty boys!"
"Gee, thanks!"
"That's not what I meant - you know that I love you! You know that! The only reason I was with Diablo is to make my father happy!"
"Yeah, and his bulging muscles had nothing to do with it." George turned on his heel and marched into Callie's garish bedroom.
"Will you stop?" she cried, hurrying after him. "I can explain this."
"You damn well better explain it, Callie. Because you are not the woman that I thought you were."
"I told you that there were secrets. My family is-"
"This is not about your family! This is about you not telling me something like this! You were engaged to someone else! Right before you left! You told me I was the only man you ever loved!"
"Okay, fine! I'm a bitch. I'm a horrible person and I'm going to be a horrible mother so why don't you ... what was it ... go ahead and get a custody arrangement."
"You do not get to pull that on me. Not now!" He watched as she sat on the bed, her chin quivering. "And don't you dare cry! I'm not your father! That won't work with me!"
"I'm not trying to do anything!" She angrily swiped the tears from her cheek. "I should have told you."
"You told me you didn't like gold."
"I don't!"
"You sure were proud of your gigantic GOLD engagement ring in those pictures."
"Have you not figured it out yet? I have to be two people. I'm the Callie that you know ... the real Callie and then I'm the one who my family knows. I can't breathe when I'm out here with these people and if I just shut up and do what they want then everyone is happy. My father helped him pick out that ring. He thought I would love it. I hated it! It sat in my jewelry box most of the time. They don't know me, George. No one knows me the way you do. I've never let anyone in!"
"You lied to me."
"I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you."
"That's still a lie!" he growled. "I look like the biggest fool alive. I'm out here, proud to be with you, proud to watch you flash that pathetic ring for your family, and I'm thinking that I'm the only one who has made you feel that way and I'm not."
"Yes you are!" she sobbed, the tears gliding down her cheeks. "You are! I did what was expected of me with Diablo ... with you, I'm doing what I want to do."
"What else have you lied to me about?"
"Nothing."
"Did you have sex with that man in this bed?"
Callie looked down quickly, she had to tell him the truth. She couldn’t lie "Yes."
"Did you tell him you loved him?"
"NO!" Callie looked back up at him just as quickly. "I didn't lie to you about that. You're the only man, besides my father, that I have ever said that to."
"I have a hard time believing that a man would ask you to marry him if you didn't love him."
"I don't give a fuck what you believe at this point," she growled, jumping to her feet. "You don't get to make me feel bad over this. You slept with Olivia and didn't even tell me!"
"This is not about me! You're not going to get the focus off what you did by pointing your finger at me!"
"You're not perfect either!"
"I never claimed to be!"
"Neither did I!"
"Whatever!" George shouted. "I can not believe that you brought me out here and introduced me to your family and didn't warn me."
"I tried! Yesterday on the swing ... I tried and you said that we were still a family no matter what. You and me and Baby O! You want to talk about lying?!"
George glared at her, his arms over his chest. "Was your mother right, Callie? When she said that you get bored and give stuff up? Is that what happened with Diablo? He bored you and you moved on?"
Callie began to cry even harder, wrapping her arms around her stomach as if to protect her son from the onslaught of her emotion. "No. George, please. I love you."
He hated that she could break his resistance so easily. He hated that she could look so damn pitiful and irresistible at the same time. He hated that she could hurt him to the core and he still wanted to wrap his arms around her.
He stalked into the bathroom and returned with a roll of toilet tissue. "Clean yourself up."
"I didn't love him. I didn't," she said, gazing up at him. Her mascara had run down her cheeks, streaking the foundation that she had applied. "And I have never wanted anything more than you and our baby and our life. I look at you and I know that I'd die without you. You're everything to me."
"I can't talk about this anymore."
"But-"
"Callie, I can't! It's bad enough that your old fiancé is downstairs, but your extended family is going to be here as well. And I have to face them. I have to smile and pretend to be happy and -"
"Pretend?"
"Should I be excited that he's here? That you kept this from me? Should it give me a warm, tingly sensation to think that everyone here knows about your prior engagement and will be comparing me to him?"
"No one would -"
"Shut up," he snapped. "You know ... when you slept with Sloan I was pissed at you. I didn't think I could be more pissed at you. Until right now."
"George, I can't go down there and deal with this if you're not with me. I need you to-"
"I'll be downstairs. Actively trying to salvage what's left of my pride."
"But -"
"I'm done."
Rating: NC-17
Author: Tonysgirl02 AKA Kimmer
Summary: This takes place after 3.12. This way go along with what I'm hearing will happen in the upcoming episodes but this will be my verison.
Pairings: Mainly Callie/George. All the friendships and what not.
Chapter 12
George wondered downstairs a few minutes after Callie had left the bedroom and found the Torres home actually looking like a home. Cinco sat in the middle of the living room floor, stacking his blocks. Diego sat at the piano running through scales faster then George had ever seen anyone play scales. Mario and Pablo were camped out in front of the TV playing ‘Smash Brothers’ on their X-Box and numerous toys were littered all over the room.
Hector sat at the table, sipping a cup of coffee and Rosa was setting the table for nine. George’s eyes were glued to Callie’s backside, watching her wiggle back and fourth. He stepped closer and noticed she was scrambling a bowl full of eggs. He placed his hands on her hips, stilling her. He set his chin on her shoulder and noticed her tongue was sticking out of the side of her mouth slightly. “Morning,” he whispered before kissing her cheek.
Callie smiled at him as she turned her head and kissed him full on the lips, “Hi. Did you sleep good?”
“Yes, I did. What about my two favorite people in the world?”
“We slept excellent.”
“What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Breakfast and then the birthday party is at three, how exciting,” Callie said breaking George’s hold on her. She walked over to the stove and poured the eggs into the pan before turning up the heat and grabbing a spatula.
“So my future wife can cook, good to know for when we move out,” George said stepping toward the coffee maker sitting on the counter. “Cal, where are the coffee cups?”
“Jorge, sit!” Rosa commanded motioning him toward the table. “Callie, you should fix his coffee.”
“Mrs. Torres, it’s fine, I just don’t know where the coffee cups are,” George insisted, but slowly backed away from Rosa. She was holding a butter knife in her hand with her other hand on her hip.
“Mom, George is a big boy and can handle making his own coffee. He does it every morning, he’s trained well.”
“As a good wife…..” Rosa started as she pulled a coffee mug from the cabinet. She filled the cup with warm liquid and walked to the fridge.
Callie shook her head and grabbed the sugar bowl and a table spoon. She dumped three spoonfuls of sugar into the cup and yanked the carton of cream from her mothers hand. She took the lid off and placed it on the counter before pouring enough into the cup where it just began to turn the coffee a cream color. She stirred his coffee before turning and placing it in his hand.
She left the counter the way it was and went back to the pan full of eggs, Rosa cleaning up after her. She didn’t have to do everything for George. They did things for each other and she wasn’t starting that stuff either. It was easier just do please her mother for the time being though.
Once the eggs were ready she poured them out onto a plate and took the pan over to sink, “Mom, it’s an amazing concept, George and I do nice things for each other.”
“I’ve taught you nothing, you’ll never be a good wife if you don’t do for him,” Rosa said shaking her head as she carried the biscuits and bacon over to the table.
Callie rolled her eyes and walked into the living room. She stacked a few blocks with Cinco before picking him up and carrying him into the kitchen. She placed him in his high chair and gave him his sippy cup. “Happy Birthday, you’re three today, I remember the day you were born, yeah,” she smiled as he clapped his hands.
Rosa wasn’t going to get to her. She had promised herself that after last night. It wasn’t worth the stress, it wasn’t worth the tears. They were only there for two more days and she would hope the wedding invitation would get lost in the mail and then she wouldn’t have to see her mother until the next time she visited, because her parents loading up everyone to come to Seattle, yeah right.
~*~*~
George wondered by Diego was pulling him upstairs, insisting he needed to see Callie. “She was fine a few minutes ago,” he insisted as Diego opened a door.
‘You just, you have to see this,” Diego whispered. He opened the door a little further and revealed Callie in the very blue and white nursery with Cinco. Her back was to them, but Cinco was giggling softly from the changing table.
Cinco was just tall enough to peek over Callie’s shoulder as she stood him up to button his overalls. “Gee! Gee!” he exclaimed clapping his hands together.
Callie turned her head and picked Cinco up from the changing table. She smiled at George, “So you’re watching me?” she asked sitting down in the rocking chair, placing Cinco in her lap. She grabbed his socks and slid one onto his foot.
“Diego demanded that I come up here and see you like this. It’s a sight that warms my heart. You’re going to be great with Baby O Cal, don’t doubt it. You don’t need anyone to show you the ropes, you can do it on your own.”
Callie shook her head, “No, I can’t do this on my own. It’s different when their yours. I need your mom George, get over it. And if you mention flying my mother in, I will kill you.”
“I don’t think I could deal with that. Callie, I just, I feel like you’re doubting yourself and you never doubt yourself.”
“When it comes to being a doctor, I don’t doubt myself. When you doubt yourself, you can’t save lives. Plus I went to this place called Medical school and learned how to be a doctor. There isn’t a place called Parenting School, I’ve checked. Sure, you can read all the books, but what do they tell you? Nothing, because one contradicts the other. Solids at three months, no solids until a year, no solids until baby shows interest. Bottle or breast, breast for the first year with supplementing after six months, do you give expressed milk in a bottle? All these questions and no one has a solid answer.”
“You learn as you go,” George shrugged. “But she’s going to have to get a bottle, with expressed breast milk or formula.”
“Breast milk, and no bottles for the first six weeks either, well at least four, you don’t want nipple confusion between me and the bottle.”
“How could there be any confusion?” George asked grabbing Cinco’s shoes and sliding them onto his feet, tying the laces.
“There just is George,” she shrugged. “No pacifiers either.”
“Sometimes a pacifier helps, when they just wanna suck.”
“Oh so I should get you one?”
“No, I’m a big boy, I get the real thing,” he winked. “I know the difference between artificial and real.”
“That sounds so dirty,” Callie said handing Cinco off to George as she stood. “Take him down to my Mom, please? I’m gonna go get ready.”
“Alright,” George said kissing her cheek and heading out of the room. Callie tossed his dirty pajamas into the hamper and saw Diego sitting in the hallway.
“He’s going to make a great Dad.”
“He is,” Callie agreed.
“Are you excited, about the baby?”
“Yeah, I am. I’d have a dozen babies with him. He’s so….”
“Dreamy.”
Callie giggled, “I’ll have to send you some pictures of the doctor that is known by McDreamy and we have another one by the name of McSteamy.”
“Dad invited Diablo to the party,” Diego said following Callie into her room, closing the door behind them. “Did George sleep in here last night? Better yet, did you do him?”
Callie sighed hearing that name. Why did her father have to do such a thing? ‘Can you call him and tell him he’s uninvited? Him and George….George doesn’t know. I never loved Diablo, and when I told George I loved him I said somethings and meeting Diablo will make what I said not make sense and I don’t need this right now!” she exclaimed pulling clothes out of her suit case.
“So ignore him and I will try and keep him away from George.”
“Thank you,” Callie said.
Diego picked up the jeans laying on the bed and studied them. “Your belly is so not that big that your jeans have to have flaps.”
“They help support my belly and yeah it is getting pretty big,” Callie said pulling her tank top up and rolling her yoga pants down. “See, I am getting big and the panels just support my belly.”
“Okay your belly is so much bigger then the pictures you sent last week.”
Callie rolled her eyes and grabbed her clothes, stepping into the bathroom to get ready. “Please don’t tell me that. I’m going to be so huge when this is all over and just look so fat…”
“Oh stop, you’ll be beautiful. You show off being pregnant, Mom hides it, so it’s weird to see you embrace the belly.”
“Whatever,” Callie laughed.
Diego flopped down onto her bed and sighed, “So was he good?”
“I didn’t exactly give him the chance to be good last night. I needed to be in control so I did.”
“Dear god Callie, did you rape him?” Diego teased. “Let the man have a say…”
“Please, George no longer gets a say. When I say it’s time for sex, I pull the pregnant card. You wouldn’t believe all the changes that are going on. It’s amazing and odd. And being with him, like that, it’s a new feeling. But last night, I just, I needed him, I needed to be in control and he let me.”
She came out of the bathroom, dressed and saw Diego making a face. She smacked him with a pillow before sitting down next to him. “George is no saint. That boy can bend my legs in some ways…..”
“So when your through with him, I can have him?”
“Um no, I’ll never ever be done with him. He’s no saint in the bedroom. After he asked me to marry him, he pushed the table up against the wall in his mother’s dinning room while we did it.”
“You did it on a table?”
“Um yeah.”
“I thought….”
“Oh you have so much to learn,” Callie giggled. “You can do it anywhere. On call rooms, shower, bath, dinning room tables, at your parents house, in the pool or hot tub, the bed, standing, the floor…..”
“You two have done it at work?”
“One time.”
“God now wonder you got pregnant!”
“Shut up, just remember who are you doing to ask all your making out questions too, huh?”
“Callie I had no idea what to do when Sam slipped me the tongue! It was gross!”
“You slip him the tongue back, I told you that. And when he puts his hand up your shirt you do it back or you slap him, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Alberto….I can’t talk to him about this stuff.”
“I know you can’t. I’m always just a phone call, text message, e-mail away, you know that.”
“But when the baby comes….”
“I’ll still make time for you, don’t worry. I may be holding a screaming baby as I type, but I’ll still be there for you. I wish you could move to Seattle, Louise would love you.”
“So take me with you.”
“I can’t, but if I could, I would. Four more years Diego, you can do it. And there will be lots of other boys, besides Sam who will slip you the tongue and do other things with you, that you’ll thoroughly enjoy.”
“Let me do your hair.”
“Don’t make it ugly or put knots in it.”
“I won’t.”
~*~*~
Callie came downstairs a little while later, with some of her hair pulled back in a clip and some curls hanging around her face. George was sitting on the floor, playing with Cinco and his little farm animals. He looked up hearing her footsteps and broke into a grin. “Your hair…..”
“Diego did it,” she said sitting on the edge of the coffee table and glancing out the window, seeing all the cars. Everyone was starting to arrive.
“It looks beautiful,” he smiled moving so he was on his knees before. He brushed his lips over her cheek, “You look beautiful.”
Callie smiled and brushed her hand across his cheek, “Thanks.”
“So last night about….”
She placed her finger against his lips, “We can’t talk about that, no telling who will walk in and when.”
“But….”
“No, not here.”
“Callie….”
She glanced around, “Fine, what bothered you about last night? Cause from my point of view, that was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. So I don’t see where the complaints are coming from.”
“Last night was just…..it wasn’t you Callie. You’ve never been like that before. You’ve never completely pushed me away like you did last night.”
“I did not completely push you away. You got exactly what ever man loves, so why are we having this conversation?”
“Why are you getting all pissy?”
“Because you’re complaining for no reason.”
“So how I feel isn’t important?”
“I never said that! Where is the problem George?”
“The problem is you used a damn plastic thing instead of me, when I was right there? What the hell was that?”
She shook her head, “Whatever George. We were in my bed and I was calling the shots.”
“What?”
“I let you make all the rules at home. You wanted me on the table? Fine, you got it. At work? I gave it up. In bed? I give you that. Now, it’s my turn to be in control.”
“Is that what this is about? Control?”
“I have to be in control of something while I’m here and it certainly isn’t my emotions.”
George clenched his jaw, “Maybe you should talk to me about it, or would that mean you’re not in control? I’m here to lean on, Callie. I’m not your property, your not my property. We’re in this together, at least I thought we were, that’s why this shit works.”
“Shit? Now you’re calling this, what we have together shit?” she asked arching an eye brow at him.
“Shit!” Cinco grinned clapping his hands and smiling at them.
“DON”T SAY THAT!” Callie snapped.
Cinco’s lower lip began to tremble at being reprimanded. Callie sighed realizing her mistake too late. George leaned down and picked him up, holding him close and rubbing his back. “Don’t take it out on him Callie, he’s just a kid,” George said glaring at her.
Callie snorted angrily and crossed her arms over her chest, “He can’t use that word, George!”
“I slipped, it happens,” George said. “Cinco, you don’t need to say that word, okay?” he whispered smoothing out his hair. “But you repeated it, encouraging it more. When Baby O gets here you better not-“
”Don’t tell me how to raise my son!”
“Your son? Yours? We’re in this together, Callie! Which is something you forgot last night in bed. Don’t you ever do that to me again!”
Callie rolled her eyes and Cinco’s cried intensified despite George’s effort to calm him. George raising his voice didn’t help matters either. “Give him to me.”
“No.”
“George!”
“No!”
The front door opened suddenly and Alberto walked in. Cinco quieted and smiled at the man standing next to Alberto, “Dee Dee!”
The handsome man held his arms around. He was tan, had dark hair and any person could see his muscles flex in his t-shirt as he stooped down, awaiting Cinco. Cinco squirmed a little and George set him on his feet and watched as his short legs toddled him toward the man’s embrace. Callie groaned behind him and Alberto grinned.
“Alberto, don’t you-“
“George! This is Diablo, Callie’s other fiancé.”
Callie shook her head, “No throwing the ring at his head clearly should have brought him to the conclusion that we were finished. Or maybe the fact I found him in bed with another women, yeah that had nothing to do with the ring throwing, that concluded the worst five years of my life.”
“The worst five years of your life, huh?” Diablo asked standing to his full height with Cinco in his arms.
“You were engaged? And didn’t tell me! Dear god Callie, what else don’t I know about you?”
“Shut up!” she snapped at George.
“Fine! I’m done!” he yelled throwing his hands up. “Maybe when we go back to Seattle you’ll be back to being the Callie I love or should I get a custody agreement now Callie?”
“I told you to shut up!” she yelled.
He shook his head and stomped up the stairs. She was treating him like her mother treated her. He hated when they fought, especially with her being pregnant, but damn it, she had set him off.
He paced the hallway unsure of where to go, what room? What if she wondered upstairs? She’d probably yell at him for being in her room. Alberto, he had no idea what room was Alberto’s. He had no space. He was stuck. As he walked past the side table he noticed a newspaper article sitting on top of a stack on pictures.
He picked the newspaper article up and starred down the picture of Callie and Diablo, her head leaned against his, in black and white. His eyes trailed over the headline and then down to the article.
Diablo Carlos Martinez, 26, and Dr. Calliope Iphigenia Torres, 25, announced their engagement at a party hosted by her parents last Friday evening at Hector Torres restaurant. Martinez and Torres have been dating off and on since high school, through college and while she attended medical school in North Carolina, eventually coming home and reuniting with her high school love. Both say the long distant relationship wasn’t easy, but they made it work. Both graduated from the University of Miami Torres, with a pre medical degree and Martinez with a degree in engineering. Torres graduated with a medical degree from Duke University. She is now completing her internship back home in Miami. Torres has studied to be an orthopedic surgeon. The father of the bride is one happy man and the young couple has yet to set a wedding date.
George’s stomach churned as he placed the article to the side and picked up the stack of pictures that had been hiding under the article. He felt the sweat forming on his face and his heart beat increase as he flipped through the pictures. The first was of Callie and Diablo, obviously when they first got to the party. She had on a red dress and he wore a black suit with a red tie.
He flipped through the next few pictures, there was one with her family and one with what he assumed was his family. A few of them on the dance floor, staring into each others eyes, her head leaned on his shoulder or his head pressed against her forehead. Those were moments they were only supposed to share.
There was a picture of the huge sheet cake. The icing was white and the lettering was red, reading ‘Congratulations Callie and Diablo’. There were pictures of them cutting the cake together and feeding it to each other, but the picture that really caught his eye was the one with their hands on the knife and the huge ring that sat on her finger. The band was gold and the diamond was huge. She had told him she hated gold.
What other secrets did she have? She had told him her parents liked to sweep things under the rug, but this was not hidden. He had found it out in plain sight and it broke his heart. When said had told him she loved him, she had said he was the first man she had ever said it too. If she was engaged to someone else that had to be a lie. What else about his fiancé, the mother of his child, was a lie? Maybe Izzie had been right.
~*~*~
Diablo stepped toward Callie and smiled at her, brushing a piece of a curl out of her face. “How have you been mi corazon?”
She pushed his hand away, “Don’t call me that. We aren’t together anymore, in case you missed this,” she motioned to her belly. “Or this,” she held up her left hand showing off her ring. Part of her wanted to hurl it at George, but it would not leave him with any scar whereas Diablo had a nice scar on his forehead from the diamond.
“Now the ring, I could have missed. It’s so small!” he exclaimed grabbing her hand. “You have to squint your eyes to see it.”
“You do not!’ Callie shrieked. “I can even wear it when I operate.”
“Well aren’t you lucky. Now…” he trailed off looking down at her belly. He reached a hand out to touch it. “I thought you didn’t want kids.”
“I didn’t want children with you, with George, I’d have a dozen or two.”
“You are kidding me? So you dumped me for a little bitch boy who gives you a tiny diamond, that is probably as big as his dick, and who knocks you up with a kid you don’t even want?”
“Don’t touch me!” WHAP
Diablo rubbed his cheek and grinned at her, “I see you haven’t lost your right hook.”
“And my knee is still pretty amazing.”
He backed away from her at the comment, placing a hand protectively over his crotch region. “Lets get a few things straight, shall we? You ended things the moment you slept with my best friend and I found you together. Me, throwing that ring, that I hated, at your head, was my way of breaking up with you. I went to Seattle, so I would never have to see you again. I never wanted children with you, because they would have been complete jerks!”
“I never wanted to marry you, I never loved you. I never wanted you in my life. I could tolerate you, but my father, oh he loved you so I figured I could learn to love you. When I went to Seattle and met this amazing guy, I learned you don’t have to settle. I learned love finds you. I never thought twice about you from the moment I laid eyes on George until now. My ring may be small, but I’m totally in love with it. I can wear it to work and my patients know that I belong to somebody.”
“In less then two months, I’ve set a date, I have a hall, the menu is picked. I never did any of those things for our wedding, hell I never did a damn thing for our wedding, because I didn’t want it. I want my wedding with George, I want George, I want my ring and I want my baby. And if you dare say another thing about my child, so help me god I will break every bone in your body and enjoy it.”
“So you still like pulling ortho rank in bed?”
“Stay away from George today. If I so much as see you looking at him, I will break your neck.”
Callie turned on her heel and stomped up the stairs, ignoring the snickering behind her back from Diablo and Alberto. She made a rude hand gesture over her shoulder for good measure. Her blood was boiling and when she cleared the landing for the top floor, she shrieked in horror. George was flipping through photos that should never have seen the light of day. "What the hell are you doing?" she cried, snatching them from him.
"What the hell are you doing?" he snapped. He picked up the newspaper article and held it up, his hand shaking. "I'm the first man you ever loved? Isn't that what you told me?"
"You are!" Callie said, shocked at how upset he was. "I didn't love him!"
"Right! Because you've been so honest with me up until this point! I'm really going to believe that!"
"George, this is why I didn't tell you about it. Because you automatically jump to conclusions and "
"Jump to conclusions? Rico Suave is standing in your living room like some kind of freakin' model and you tell me not to jump to conclusions?"
"I don't like pretty boys!"
"Gee, thanks!"
"That's not what I meant - you know that I love you! You know that! The only reason I was with Diablo is to make my father happy!"
"Yeah, and his bulging muscles had nothing to do with it." George turned on his heel and marched into Callie's garish bedroom.
"Will you stop?" she cried, hurrying after him. "I can explain this."
"You damn well better explain it, Callie. Because you are not the woman that I thought you were."
"I told you that there were secrets. My family is-"
"This is not about your family! This is about you not telling me something like this! You were engaged to someone else! Right before you left! You told me I was the only man you ever loved!"
"Okay, fine! I'm a bitch. I'm a horrible person and I'm going to be a horrible mother so why don't you ... what was it ... go ahead and get a custody arrangement."
"You do not get to pull that on me. Not now!" He watched as she sat on the bed, her chin quivering. "And don't you dare cry! I'm not your father! That won't work with me!"
"I'm not trying to do anything!" She angrily swiped the tears from her cheek. "I should have told you."
"You told me you didn't like gold."
"I don't!"
"You sure were proud of your gigantic GOLD engagement ring in those pictures."
"Have you not figured it out yet? I have to be two people. I'm the Callie that you know ... the real Callie and then I'm the one who my family knows. I can't breathe when I'm out here with these people and if I just shut up and do what they want then everyone is happy. My father helped him pick out that ring. He thought I would love it. I hated it! It sat in my jewelry box most of the time. They don't know me, George. No one knows me the way you do. I've never let anyone in!"
"You lied to me."
"I didn't lie. I just didn't tell you."
"That's still a lie!" he growled. "I look like the biggest fool alive. I'm out here, proud to be with you, proud to watch you flash that pathetic ring for your family, and I'm thinking that I'm the only one who has made you feel that way and I'm not."
"Yes you are!" she sobbed, the tears gliding down her cheeks. "You are! I did what was expected of me with Diablo ... with you, I'm doing what I want to do."
"What else have you lied to me about?"
"Nothing."
"Did you have sex with that man in this bed?"
Callie looked down quickly, she had to tell him the truth. She couldn’t lie "Yes."
"Did you tell him you loved him?"
"NO!" Callie looked back up at him just as quickly. "I didn't lie to you about that. You're the only man, besides my father, that I have ever said that to."
"I have a hard time believing that a man would ask you to marry him if you didn't love him."
"I don't give a fuck what you believe at this point," she growled, jumping to her feet. "You don't get to make me feel bad over this. You slept with Olivia and didn't even tell me!"
"This is not about me! You're not going to get the focus off what you did by pointing your finger at me!"
"You're not perfect either!"
"I never claimed to be!"
"Neither did I!"
"Whatever!" George shouted. "I can not believe that you brought me out here and introduced me to your family and didn't warn me."
"I tried! Yesterday on the swing ... I tried and you said that we were still a family no matter what. You and me and Baby O! You want to talk about lying?!"
George glared at her, his arms over his chest. "Was your mother right, Callie? When she said that you get bored and give stuff up? Is that what happened with Diablo? He bored you and you moved on?"
Callie began to cry even harder, wrapping her arms around her stomach as if to protect her son from the onslaught of her emotion. "No. George, please. I love you."
He hated that she could break his resistance so easily. He hated that she could look so damn pitiful and irresistible at the same time. He hated that she could hurt him to the core and he still wanted to wrap his arms around her.
He stalked into the bathroom and returned with a roll of toilet tissue. "Clean yourself up."
"I didn't love him. I didn't," she said, gazing up at him. Her mascara had run down her cheeks, streaking the foundation that she had applied. "And I have never wanted anything more than you and our baby and our life. I look at you and I know that I'd die without you. You're everything to me."
"I can't talk about this anymore."
"But-"
"Callie, I can't! It's bad enough that your old fiancé is downstairs, but your extended family is going to be here as well. And I have to face them. I have to smile and pretend to be happy and -"
"Pretend?"
"Should I be excited that he's here? That you kept this from me? Should it give me a warm, tingly sensation to think that everyone here knows about your prior engagement and will be comparing me to him?"
"No one would -"
"Shut up," he snapped. "You know ... when you slept with Sloan I was pissed at you. I didn't think I could be more pissed at you. Until right now."
"George, I can't go down there and deal with this if you're not with me. I need you to-"
"I'll be downstairs. Actively trying to salvage what's left of my pride."
"But -"
"I'm done."