Callie was nursing her only allowable cup of regular coffee Monday morning when she heard someone knocking on her door. She furrowed her brows - it was early, and she didn’t know who would be at the door.
She opened the door, coffee in hand. It was Mark, looking sheepish with his hands behind his back.
Callie blinked. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Robbins around?” Mark asked.
Callie shook her head. “She’s at the hospital.”
“Good,” Mark said. “Wouldn’t want her getting jealous.”
Callie raised an eyebrow. “Jealous?”
Mark pulled a box of chocolates and a single red rose out from behind his back.
He smiled and handed them to her. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Callie laughed. “Oh geez. Thank you. Ooh, is this Godiva?” she asked, examining the chocolate. She opened the box and bit into one. She made a noise of pleasure.
“Good?” Mark asked.
Callie nodded. “Good.” She licked her fingers. “Thank you, Mark. You really didn’t need to do this.”
He shrugged. “I wanted to. Can’t I give a little chocolate to my baby mamma?”
“Do not call me that, Sloan.”
“But you called me your baby daddy!”
“Fine, fine. Just not in public.”
He chuckled. “Alright. Didn’t get me anything, Torres?”
Callie frowned. “No. I’m having your baby, Mark. That should be gift enough.”
Mark grinned. “Just teasing, Callie.”
She took a sip of her coffee.
Mark leaned in, rubbed his hand over her stomach, and kissed her on the cheek. “Best present I’ve ever gotten.”
Callie smiled and pulled him into a hug. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mark.”
“You too, Torres.”