Rebirth- Chapter 26
Rebirth- Chapter 26
Rating- R
Author- Tonysgirl02 (Kimberly)
Summary- The camping trip and some parenting 101 from Miranda and Addison.
Author Note- I am soooo sorry this took so long. I had writers block and then school started once again, which I am drowning in. And I thought senior year was supposed to be easy. Scholarships have to be filled out, along with college applications, along with National Honor Society and working, there isn't enough hours in the day. When will the next update be? I have no idea, but just hang tight with me. And if you're still reading, bless you.
\Chapter 26
Callie sat around a table in the hospital cafeteria with Miranda and Addison. She felt as if she hadn’t had lunch with her two her best friends in a really long time. She had taken days off to be with Diego and to help Louise prepare for the barbeque. Now though, she was surrounded by her friends, she had been in surgery that morning and she felt as if everything was right with the world, besides Baby O nailing her in the ribs every time he rolled over.
She gently rubbed the sore spot he was creating as she munched on her peanut butter crackers. “You should eat the salad first,” Addison pointed out, before popping a cherry tomato into her mouth.
“Right now, you’re my friend, not my doctor,” Callie reminded picking up her fork and stabbing a cucumber.
“I need to be both though,” Addison smiled. “Miranda, how’s Tuck after his little ear infection?”
“He may have to have tubes put in. That was his third infection in five months. We’re going to see if he gets another and we’ll go from there. How are you feeling Cal?”
“Pretty good, actually. I’ve got what, eight or so weeks left? We haven’t even started on his room yet, I feel bad about that, but we’ve been busy. Plus, he’s going to be in our room for awhile.”
“His room at Louise’s or at the house you refuse to move into?” Addison questioned.
Callie rolled her eyes at Addison’s comment. She thought Addison knew better then to mention that house to her. “At Louise’s. We’ll move into that house, eventually. When I’m ready,” she insisted in a tone that told Addison to drop the subject and Miranda not to question anything about it.
‘What is the theme going to be?”
“I’m not sure. I mean does he honestly need a room if I’m just going to have him in with George and I?”
“Have you gotten anything for him yet?”
“Besides clothes and receiving blankets? No.”
“Oh Callie,” Addison sighed. “What if he comes early? Then you aren’t going to have anything. You need to at least get a car seat and a bassinet.”
“I’ll get on that,” Callie told her. She had eight weeks to get everything in order. What was the big deal?
“And as a mother, you need the swing. The Boopy for breast feeding. The stroller is good. The porta crib is awesome. The crib just for when you and George need him out of the room. Any type of carrier so you can wear him,” Miranda recommended.
She nodded her head, making a mental list of all those things. It was nothing she couldn’t run to Babies R Us Maybe she would see if George wanted to go grab some of those things tonight. They should start getting ready just in case he came early.
~*~*~
Stopping at Babies R Us never happened since George insisted they go ahead and get packed for the camping trip tomorrow. Which turned into more of Callie sitting on the bed watching him do everything. He insisted that she did enough at work all day. She rolled her eyes as he packed and repacked her bag.
“Is me going camping that big of a deal?”
“You’re very pregnant Callie. It’s a huge deal. Now where are the Tums?” he questioned glancing around on the floor where he had laid everything out.
“You put them in your backpack already since I always ask you for Tums,” she smiled leaning over the edge of the bed and placing a kiss on his cheek.
He smiled and turned his head, placing a gently kiss on her lips and then on her belly. “Hi Baby O. Is Mommy driving you nutto running around the hospital like she isn’t going to have you in two months?” he questioned nuzzling her belly.
“He’s unhappier when Daddy is nagging Mommy about everything she does. George, I’m pregnant, not dead. It’s better if I keep active.”
“I’m just worried you’ll overdo it,” he admitted quietly. He knew Callie knew what her limitations were now, but sometimes she liked to push those limits as a challenge to herself.
“I won’t and I don’t George. Right now, if I overdo it, I pay for it. I sit down when I can. I’m getting plenty of water and rest. The Chief and I had a discussion about this. As long as I don’t have any problems and he sees that I am taking care of myself, I can work until I give birth. Addison is keeping him up to date. You know I want my six weeks with Baby O when he is born, so I do not want to go out four weeks early and have to take more time to be with him when he’s a newborn, so I am going to take care of myself,” she promised placing a hand on his cheek. “You have nothing to worry about.”
George placed his hand on top of hers. He didn’t have anything to worry about. She was completely serious as she spoke to him. He leaned toward her and gently placed his lips upon hers. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “More then anything in this world. You and Baby O are everything to me and that is why I worry. I have no idea what I would do without the both of you.”
Callie smiled at him. She had waited for so long for him to say things of that nature and not to have to force them out of him. That time had finally come. She was the most important person in his life, along with their son. It was what she had wanted for the moment she met George. She ran a hand through his hair. “We love you too.”
~*~*~
George had heard his brothers enter the house and greet his mother the next morning as he held Callie in his arms. She was still sleeping soundly and since she had tossed and turned for awhile last night, he didn’t want to wake her just yet. He brushed her hair out of her face and lightly kissed her forehead. For once in his life, he could say he was completely content with everything in his life. He had a beautiful wife, whom he loved and she loved him. They were starting their family with a son, who was as healthy as could be. He had an amazing job, that would only get better through the years.
He heard the door open and Ronnie and Jerry creep into the room. “Is Callie still asleep?” Ronnie whispered to his brother.
“Yeah, watch out. She threw the body pillow on the floor at some point. Right now, I’m her pillow,” George laughed slightly. He gently rubbed her back and placed his head near her ear. “Callie, sweetheart, Ronnie and Jerry are here. We need to get up.”
“No, Baby O is still tired,” she mumbled into his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.
Ronnie crept in bed with them, laying behind Callie. Jerry crawled into the middle of the bed, placing his head on the side of her belly. Ronnie just wrapped his arms around her belly. “Guys, off my wife. She’s mine,” George reminded. “Come on baby, we need to get up. Ronnie and Jerry are in our bed.”
“So?”
“Nephew get up,” Jerry whispered to her belly. “We’re camping today. Sorry that I had to call you nephew, but your parents don’t have a name for you, so you’re my nephew,” he explained.
Callie groaned feeling Baby O kick her. He was up, which meant no more sleep for her. She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Guys can you let me up? Your nephew is playing soccer with my bladder, that is very full,” she told them. Both the older O’Malley men jumped off the bed and helped Callie up, who headed for the bathroom.
“So where are your bags? We’ll go ahead and load them up so we can get going,” Jerry stated watching his baby brother climb from his bed. It was almost as if nothing had changed.
George nodded his head, “Laundry room,” he whispered setting his feet on the floor. Last night had been a hard night for him. This entire trip was going to be hard for him. They were missing one vital person to all of this, their father. Last night he had been plagued with dreams, or maybe memories, of all their other camping trips. “Am I the only one who misses Dad?” he questioned.
Jerry and Ronnie sank onto the bed next to their brother, their arms going around each other in a brotherly embrace. “Constantly, as I was planning this, getting ready for this, all the time Georgie,” Jerry whispered.
Ronnie cleared his throat and looked his younger brother in the eye, “Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him, or wish I could pick up the phone and just give him a call to say hi or ask him advice on something. There’s a lot of things I should have done differently while he was alive,” he explained.
“We all do,” George admitted. “I wish I just had the chance to ask him how to be a father. Baby O is coming in a little over two months. I’m scared to death. I have no idea what I’m doing. I can’t admit that to my wife, it would destroy her,” he explained to them.
“Have you tried reading the books?” Ronnie questioned.
“Yeah, I have, but it’s just a guide. It doesn’t tell me how to be a parent. Like what to do when Baby O is crying and Callie just hands him off to me to deal with because she can’t any longer?”
“Aren’t those instincts?”
“What if mine don’t work right?”
“They will George, they will,” his brothers assured him at once.
Callie leaned against the door frame and placed a hand on her belly. George was worried about becoming a father. He should have confided that in her. She confided in him all her doubts about being a mother. She still had them, and she just wished he had shared his with her. Maybe though, this was a moment he was meant to share with his brothers. She gently rubbed her hands over her belly, trying to comfort herself and the baby. He didn’t trust her enough to tell her his deepest fears, but he would confide his brothers he didn’t seem to really care for.
~*~*~
Callie followed Ronnie up a stone and dirt path, Jerry and George following behind them. They had been walking for about half an hour and she was just beginning to feel the effects. She used to mountain climb, but with a belly throwing her off, it was a hell of a lot harder, even if she had no gear what so ever on.
“Ronnie? Can I have my water?” she questioned. She watched him reach into his backpack and pull out a bottle, turning around for a moment to hand it to her.
“We’re almost there Callie, but do you need to stop and rest?” he questioned.
She sipped the water and placed the cap on it. She figured she could hold it now, incase she wanted more. “No, I’m fine.”
Ronnie nodded and turned around again, leading them up the path even further. Callie turned her head slightly when she heard George and Jerry conversing about something and arched an eye brow at them. “Baby names,” George assured her.
“Owen Harold O’Malley, I’m telling you that is what I’m feeling,” she told him with a shrug of her shoulders before turning around. She just had this feeling that this was his name and nothing else. It was the same feeling she had about Baby O being a boy and he was a boy.
“Callie, I told you, we are not naming him that. He can’t have two O names, children will make fun of him,” George insisted.
Jerry looked at his brother and raised an eye brow, “You can’t give him that name. She’s gotta have some better ones we can talk her into,” he whispered, hoping Callie wouldn’t hear him. She would tear him a new one if he made fun of what she wanted to name her child. He had learned that you didn’t mess with a mother and her child.
“Judson.”
Jerry shook his head, “No.”
“Or Apollo.”
“No.”
George nodded his head. Those three names were at the top of Callie’s name lists for the baby. “I was thinking more along the lines of Anthony, Joseph, Daniel, Eric, something normal. She wants unique names for him. I just want something that he won’t get made fun of for.”
“I agree. Apollo O’Malley, I see that going over real well on the play ground,” Jerry chuckled.
They reached the area they would be camping a little while later. George was surprised to see a pop up camper already set up and their camp ground ready. This was a first. “What is all of this?” George questioned. “We don’t go camping in a camper. We’re O’Malley men, we sleep under the stars, we cook over a fire….”
“We’ve never brought a pregnant woman before George. We figured Callie would have a better time this way,” Ronnie explained opening the door for the camper and motioning for Callie to go inside.
She slowly made her way up the steps and inside and sat down at the booth, pushing the table slightly to make way for her belly. It was cool in here, very cool and for that she was grateful. “This is amazing, thank you so much,” she told them.
Ronnie went over to her, placing a cool bottle of water in front of her. It had been in the cooler they had brought up here yesterday. He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “If you need anything, we’ll we just down the bend. We’re gonna go fishing.”
George sat across from Callie after telling her brothers he would meet them down at the fishing spot in a few minutes. Right now he wanted to be sure that his wife was alright. She seemed tired. “Callie, are you feeling alright?” he questioned.
She smiled at him and reached across the table, to hold onto his hand. She laced their fingers together, “We’re fine George. He’s good, I’m good. I’m just tired from coming up here, but I will be fine. So while you guys fish and what not, I’m probably going to lay down.”
He stood up and went over to her, placing a kiss on the top of her head and rubbing a hand across her belly, feeling Baby O kick under his hand, or maybe it was a punch, it seemed as if there was a little more force behind it this time then had been before. “You just rest and if you need anything, at all, come and get me.”
“I will,” she whispered smiling up at him and capturing her lips with his. She kissed him sweetly, her arms moving around his neck. She pushed herself to her feet and felt George’s arms wrap around her waist. She pulled her mouth from his and ran a hand through his hair. “Have fun fishing. We love you.”
“I love you both,” he said rubbing his hand over her belly once again as he placed a kiss on her forehead. He slowly unwound his arms from around her and headed out of the camper, the door slamming shut behind him.
Callie went over to the one bed and laid down with her body pillow, trying to relax her entire body. She used to mountain climb and the trek up here had been something she would probably never do again while she was pregnant, although it had felt good to be active and what not.
Baby O was coming in ten weeks and she was still going camping with her husband and brother in laws. She hadn’t started the nursery, hadn’t brought any type of furniture for the nursery, all she had for him was some clothes her and Louise had purchased months ago that were in the room they had yet to clean out that would become the nursery.
She had a house that she had yet to tell her husband about. It was merely a house because they had yet to move in, that would make it a home. She had always had the dream of bringing her first born child and her last born child home to the same house, but even if she did tell George now, there was no way they could move in now. And now she just had no idea how to tell him. She would figure all that out later. With those finale thoughts floating through her mind, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
~*~*~
After her nap, Callie awoke to the guys outside and the smell of something cooking. She slowly got up and made her way outside, to see them cooking what she assumed was fish they had caught, over an open fire. She walked over to George and sat on his lap. “Hey baby, did you sleep well” he questioned wrapping an arm around her. He had been in to check on her a few times and she had been out cold.
“Yeah, I had a nice nap,” she mumbled rubbing her eyes. The sun was just beginning to set. She rubbed her belly, feeling Baby O stirring slightly. He was getting too big to contort himself as much as he used too.
He gently ran his fingers through her hair. “Come on, lets go watch the sun set together,” he said urging her off his lap. When she moved off him he went and grabbed a blanket and threw it over his arm. “We’ll be back shortly guys,” he told his brothers taking Callie’s hand in his and lacing their fingers together.
When they were a safe distance from his brothers George spread out the blanket and sat down, helping Callie down in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. He rested his chin on her shoulder and gently pressed his lips into her neck. The sun was setting, giving a show of beautiful colors to them. They had never done this before. And as far as George knew, it would be about eighteen years before they had this type of moment together again.
Callie relaxed against him and rubbed her belly as she watched the sun sink lower. She turned her head and gently pressed her lips into his cheek. “I love you so much George. Each day I feel like I love you more and more. When I first fell in love with you, I had no idea how I could love you anymore then I did then, but I do”
He smiled down at her as he rubbed her belly, in her womb, the best part of them had combined and formed a human being who only needed to grow a little more before he would join them in this world and become a part of their family. “I never lived before your love,” he whispered pressing his forehead into hers. It was corny and from a song he had heard Meredith and Izzie listening too one night, but it was the truth.
“Everything with the baby is going to work out. I heard you with your brothers this morning and you have nothing to be scared of, because I will hold your hand through this entire parenthood thing,” she promised him as she gently touching his face, trying to reassure him in any way possible. She hoped he wouldn’t be mad at her for listening to his conversation.
“Callie….I…..” he trailed off, not sure what he was going to say to that. He had never thought in a million years that she would have over heard them and then would say something about it.
“Baby, you don’t have to say anything. I’m just as scared as you are, maybe even more scared. You had an excellent role model. What I do know is that we both love Baby O without ever holding him in our arms or seeing his little face or counting his tiny fingers and toes, but we love him with all of our hearts and we would do anything for him without ever meeting him. With that love, we will do everything in our power to make sure Baby O is happy, content, secure, safe and most of all loved. If he has all of that, rest assured that he will turn out alright and all we can ask for is for him to turn into a decent human beings under our guidance.”
George nodded and gently pressed his lips upon hers. She was completely right and if they both lived by that rule of thumb, Baby O would turn out alright. Once they broke the kiss, he sat there with his arms around her belly, his chin on her shoulder. This was exactly the way life was meant to be.
Rating- R
Author- Tonysgirl02 (Kimberly)
Summary- The camping trip and some parenting 101 from Miranda and Addison.
Author Note- I am soooo sorry this took so long. I had writers block and then school started once again, which I am drowning in. And I thought senior year was supposed to be easy. Scholarships have to be filled out, along with college applications, along with National Honor Society and working, there isn't enough hours in the day. When will the next update be? I have no idea, but just hang tight with me. And if you're still reading, bless you.
\Chapter 26
Callie sat around a table in the hospital cafeteria with Miranda and Addison. She felt as if she hadn’t had lunch with her two her best friends in a really long time. She had taken days off to be with Diego and to help Louise prepare for the barbeque. Now though, she was surrounded by her friends, she had been in surgery that morning and she felt as if everything was right with the world, besides Baby O nailing her in the ribs every time he rolled over.
She gently rubbed the sore spot he was creating as she munched on her peanut butter crackers. “You should eat the salad first,” Addison pointed out, before popping a cherry tomato into her mouth.
“Right now, you’re my friend, not my doctor,” Callie reminded picking up her fork and stabbing a cucumber.
“I need to be both though,” Addison smiled. “Miranda, how’s Tuck after his little ear infection?”
“He may have to have tubes put in. That was his third infection in five months. We’re going to see if he gets another and we’ll go from there. How are you feeling Cal?”
“Pretty good, actually. I’ve got what, eight or so weeks left? We haven’t even started on his room yet, I feel bad about that, but we’ve been busy. Plus, he’s going to be in our room for awhile.”
“His room at Louise’s or at the house you refuse to move into?” Addison questioned.
Callie rolled her eyes at Addison’s comment. She thought Addison knew better then to mention that house to her. “At Louise’s. We’ll move into that house, eventually. When I’m ready,” she insisted in a tone that told Addison to drop the subject and Miranda not to question anything about it.
‘What is the theme going to be?”
“I’m not sure. I mean does he honestly need a room if I’m just going to have him in with George and I?”
“Have you gotten anything for him yet?”
“Besides clothes and receiving blankets? No.”
“Oh Callie,” Addison sighed. “What if he comes early? Then you aren’t going to have anything. You need to at least get a car seat and a bassinet.”
“I’ll get on that,” Callie told her. She had eight weeks to get everything in order. What was the big deal?
“And as a mother, you need the swing. The Boopy for breast feeding. The stroller is good. The porta crib is awesome. The crib just for when you and George need him out of the room. Any type of carrier so you can wear him,” Miranda recommended.
She nodded her head, making a mental list of all those things. It was nothing she couldn’t run to Babies R Us Maybe she would see if George wanted to go grab some of those things tonight. They should start getting ready just in case he came early.
~*~*~
Stopping at Babies R Us never happened since George insisted they go ahead and get packed for the camping trip tomorrow. Which turned into more of Callie sitting on the bed watching him do everything. He insisted that she did enough at work all day. She rolled her eyes as he packed and repacked her bag.
“Is me going camping that big of a deal?”
“You’re very pregnant Callie. It’s a huge deal. Now where are the Tums?” he questioned glancing around on the floor where he had laid everything out.
“You put them in your backpack already since I always ask you for Tums,” she smiled leaning over the edge of the bed and placing a kiss on his cheek.
He smiled and turned his head, placing a gently kiss on her lips and then on her belly. “Hi Baby O. Is Mommy driving you nutto running around the hospital like she isn’t going to have you in two months?” he questioned nuzzling her belly.
“He’s unhappier when Daddy is nagging Mommy about everything she does. George, I’m pregnant, not dead. It’s better if I keep active.”
“I’m just worried you’ll overdo it,” he admitted quietly. He knew Callie knew what her limitations were now, but sometimes she liked to push those limits as a challenge to herself.
“I won’t and I don’t George. Right now, if I overdo it, I pay for it. I sit down when I can. I’m getting plenty of water and rest. The Chief and I had a discussion about this. As long as I don’t have any problems and he sees that I am taking care of myself, I can work until I give birth. Addison is keeping him up to date. You know I want my six weeks with Baby O when he is born, so I do not want to go out four weeks early and have to take more time to be with him when he’s a newborn, so I am going to take care of myself,” she promised placing a hand on his cheek. “You have nothing to worry about.”
George placed his hand on top of hers. He didn’t have anything to worry about. She was completely serious as she spoke to him. He leaned toward her and gently placed his lips upon hers. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “More then anything in this world. You and Baby O are everything to me and that is why I worry. I have no idea what I would do without the both of you.”
Callie smiled at him. She had waited for so long for him to say things of that nature and not to have to force them out of him. That time had finally come. She was the most important person in his life, along with their son. It was what she had wanted for the moment she met George. She ran a hand through his hair. “We love you too.”
~*~*~
George had heard his brothers enter the house and greet his mother the next morning as he held Callie in his arms. She was still sleeping soundly and since she had tossed and turned for awhile last night, he didn’t want to wake her just yet. He brushed her hair out of her face and lightly kissed her forehead. For once in his life, he could say he was completely content with everything in his life. He had a beautiful wife, whom he loved and she loved him. They were starting their family with a son, who was as healthy as could be. He had an amazing job, that would only get better through the years.
He heard the door open and Ronnie and Jerry creep into the room. “Is Callie still asleep?” Ronnie whispered to his brother.
“Yeah, watch out. She threw the body pillow on the floor at some point. Right now, I’m her pillow,” George laughed slightly. He gently rubbed her back and placed his head near her ear. “Callie, sweetheart, Ronnie and Jerry are here. We need to get up.”
“No, Baby O is still tired,” she mumbled into his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.
Ronnie crept in bed with them, laying behind Callie. Jerry crawled into the middle of the bed, placing his head on the side of her belly. Ronnie just wrapped his arms around her belly. “Guys, off my wife. She’s mine,” George reminded. “Come on baby, we need to get up. Ronnie and Jerry are in our bed.”
“So?”
“Nephew get up,” Jerry whispered to her belly. “We’re camping today. Sorry that I had to call you nephew, but your parents don’t have a name for you, so you’re my nephew,” he explained.
Callie groaned feeling Baby O kick her. He was up, which meant no more sleep for her. She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Guys can you let me up? Your nephew is playing soccer with my bladder, that is very full,” she told them. Both the older O’Malley men jumped off the bed and helped Callie up, who headed for the bathroom.
“So where are your bags? We’ll go ahead and load them up so we can get going,” Jerry stated watching his baby brother climb from his bed. It was almost as if nothing had changed.
George nodded his head, “Laundry room,” he whispered setting his feet on the floor. Last night had been a hard night for him. This entire trip was going to be hard for him. They were missing one vital person to all of this, their father. Last night he had been plagued with dreams, or maybe memories, of all their other camping trips. “Am I the only one who misses Dad?” he questioned.
Jerry and Ronnie sank onto the bed next to their brother, their arms going around each other in a brotherly embrace. “Constantly, as I was planning this, getting ready for this, all the time Georgie,” Jerry whispered.
Ronnie cleared his throat and looked his younger brother in the eye, “Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him, or wish I could pick up the phone and just give him a call to say hi or ask him advice on something. There’s a lot of things I should have done differently while he was alive,” he explained.
“We all do,” George admitted. “I wish I just had the chance to ask him how to be a father. Baby O is coming in a little over two months. I’m scared to death. I have no idea what I’m doing. I can’t admit that to my wife, it would destroy her,” he explained to them.
“Have you tried reading the books?” Ronnie questioned.
“Yeah, I have, but it’s just a guide. It doesn’t tell me how to be a parent. Like what to do when Baby O is crying and Callie just hands him off to me to deal with because she can’t any longer?”
“Aren’t those instincts?”
“What if mine don’t work right?”
“They will George, they will,” his brothers assured him at once.
Callie leaned against the door frame and placed a hand on her belly. George was worried about becoming a father. He should have confided that in her. She confided in him all her doubts about being a mother. She still had them, and she just wished he had shared his with her. Maybe though, this was a moment he was meant to share with his brothers. She gently rubbed her hands over her belly, trying to comfort herself and the baby. He didn’t trust her enough to tell her his deepest fears, but he would confide his brothers he didn’t seem to really care for.
~*~*~
Callie followed Ronnie up a stone and dirt path, Jerry and George following behind them. They had been walking for about half an hour and she was just beginning to feel the effects. She used to mountain climb, but with a belly throwing her off, it was a hell of a lot harder, even if she had no gear what so ever on.
“Ronnie? Can I have my water?” she questioned. She watched him reach into his backpack and pull out a bottle, turning around for a moment to hand it to her.
“We’re almost there Callie, but do you need to stop and rest?” he questioned.
She sipped the water and placed the cap on it. She figured she could hold it now, incase she wanted more. “No, I’m fine.”
Ronnie nodded and turned around again, leading them up the path even further. Callie turned her head slightly when she heard George and Jerry conversing about something and arched an eye brow at them. “Baby names,” George assured her.
“Owen Harold O’Malley, I’m telling you that is what I’m feeling,” she told him with a shrug of her shoulders before turning around. She just had this feeling that this was his name and nothing else. It was the same feeling she had about Baby O being a boy and he was a boy.
“Callie, I told you, we are not naming him that. He can’t have two O names, children will make fun of him,” George insisted.
Jerry looked at his brother and raised an eye brow, “You can’t give him that name. She’s gotta have some better ones we can talk her into,” he whispered, hoping Callie wouldn’t hear him. She would tear him a new one if he made fun of what she wanted to name her child. He had learned that you didn’t mess with a mother and her child.
“Judson.”
Jerry shook his head, “No.”
“Or Apollo.”
“No.”
George nodded his head. Those three names were at the top of Callie’s name lists for the baby. “I was thinking more along the lines of Anthony, Joseph, Daniel, Eric, something normal. She wants unique names for him. I just want something that he won’t get made fun of for.”
“I agree. Apollo O’Malley, I see that going over real well on the play ground,” Jerry chuckled.
They reached the area they would be camping a little while later. George was surprised to see a pop up camper already set up and their camp ground ready. This was a first. “What is all of this?” George questioned. “We don’t go camping in a camper. We’re O’Malley men, we sleep under the stars, we cook over a fire….”
“We’ve never brought a pregnant woman before George. We figured Callie would have a better time this way,” Ronnie explained opening the door for the camper and motioning for Callie to go inside.
She slowly made her way up the steps and inside and sat down at the booth, pushing the table slightly to make way for her belly. It was cool in here, very cool and for that she was grateful. “This is amazing, thank you so much,” she told them.
Ronnie went over to her, placing a cool bottle of water in front of her. It had been in the cooler they had brought up here yesterday. He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “If you need anything, we’ll we just down the bend. We’re gonna go fishing.”
George sat across from Callie after telling her brothers he would meet them down at the fishing spot in a few minutes. Right now he wanted to be sure that his wife was alright. She seemed tired. “Callie, are you feeling alright?” he questioned.
She smiled at him and reached across the table, to hold onto his hand. She laced their fingers together, “We’re fine George. He’s good, I’m good. I’m just tired from coming up here, but I will be fine. So while you guys fish and what not, I’m probably going to lay down.”
He stood up and went over to her, placing a kiss on the top of her head and rubbing a hand across her belly, feeling Baby O kick under his hand, or maybe it was a punch, it seemed as if there was a little more force behind it this time then had been before. “You just rest and if you need anything, at all, come and get me.”
“I will,” she whispered smiling up at him and capturing her lips with his. She kissed him sweetly, her arms moving around his neck. She pushed herself to her feet and felt George’s arms wrap around her waist. She pulled her mouth from his and ran a hand through his hair. “Have fun fishing. We love you.”
“I love you both,” he said rubbing his hand over her belly once again as he placed a kiss on her forehead. He slowly unwound his arms from around her and headed out of the camper, the door slamming shut behind him.
Callie went over to the one bed and laid down with her body pillow, trying to relax her entire body. She used to mountain climb and the trek up here had been something she would probably never do again while she was pregnant, although it had felt good to be active and what not.
Baby O was coming in ten weeks and she was still going camping with her husband and brother in laws. She hadn’t started the nursery, hadn’t brought any type of furniture for the nursery, all she had for him was some clothes her and Louise had purchased months ago that were in the room they had yet to clean out that would become the nursery.
She had a house that she had yet to tell her husband about. It was merely a house because they had yet to move in, that would make it a home. She had always had the dream of bringing her first born child and her last born child home to the same house, but even if she did tell George now, there was no way they could move in now. And now she just had no idea how to tell him. She would figure all that out later. With those finale thoughts floating through her mind, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
~*~*~
After her nap, Callie awoke to the guys outside and the smell of something cooking. She slowly got up and made her way outside, to see them cooking what she assumed was fish they had caught, over an open fire. She walked over to George and sat on his lap. “Hey baby, did you sleep well” he questioned wrapping an arm around her. He had been in to check on her a few times and she had been out cold.
“Yeah, I had a nice nap,” she mumbled rubbing her eyes. The sun was just beginning to set. She rubbed her belly, feeling Baby O stirring slightly. He was getting too big to contort himself as much as he used too.
He gently ran his fingers through her hair. “Come on, lets go watch the sun set together,” he said urging her off his lap. When she moved off him he went and grabbed a blanket and threw it over his arm. “We’ll be back shortly guys,” he told his brothers taking Callie’s hand in his and lacing their fingers together.
When they were a safe distance from his brothers George spread out the blanket and sat down, helping Callie down in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. He rested his chin on her shoulder and gently pressed his lips into her neck. The sun was setting, giving a show of beautiful colors to them. They had never done this before. And as far as George knew, it would be about eighteen years before they had this type of moment together again.
Callie relaxed against him and rubbed her belly as she watched the sun sink lower. She turned her head and gently pressed her lips into his cheek. “I love you so much George. Each day I feel like I love you more and more. When I first fell in love with you, I had no idea how I could love you anymore then I did then, but I do”
He smiled down at her as he rubbed her belly, in her womb, the best part of them had combined and formed a human being who only needed to grow a little more before he would join them in this world and become a part of their family. “I never lived before your love,” he whispered pressing his forehead into hers. It was corny and from a song he had heard Meredith and Izzie listening too one night, but it was the truth.
“Everything with the baby is going to work out. I heard you with your brothers this morning and you have nothing to be scared of, because I will hold your hand through this entire parenthood thing,” she promised him as she gently touching his face, trying to reassure him in any way possible. She hoped he wouldn’t be mad at her for listening to his conversation.
“Callie….I…..” he trailed off, not sure what he was going to say to that. He had never thought in a million years that she would have over heard them and then would say something about it.
“Baby, you don’t have to say anything. I’m just as scared as you are, maybe even more scared. You had an excellent role model. What I do know is that we both love Baby O without ever holding him in our arms or seeing his little face or counting his tiny fingers and toes, but we love him with all of our hearts and we would do anything for him without ever meeting him. With that love, we will do everything in our power to make sure Baby O is happy, content, secure, safe and most of all loved. If he has all of that, rest assured that he will turn out alright and all we can ask for is for him to turn into a decent human beings under our guidance.”
George nodded and gently pressed his lips upon hers. She was completely right and if they both lived by that rule of thumb, Baby O would turn out alright. Once they broke the kiss, he sat there with his arms around her belly, his chin on her shoulder. This was exactly the way life was meant to be.