OK Here's the Truth (Part 1/?)
Pregnant.
Callie had been staring at that little blue word for over five minutes in the comfort of Erica’s bathroom. The blonde was at work while Callie had called in because she currently felt like shit and now she knew why. Callie had made a quick run to the drug store to pick up something that would make the dull ache of her stomach go away for even just an hour. She briskly walked to the back of the store to get out as soon as possible because vomiting on the floor of a store was not high on her list of things to do, when her eyes briefly glanced towards a passing aisle and caught a glimpse of a pregnancy test. She continued walking until the wheels in her mind started to turn and she realized that she had practically forgotten everything that happened before Erica and her had gotten together. This hit her like a ton of bricks and she stopped dead in her tracks, almost causing the elderly lady behind her to run into the back of her legs with her cart.
No.fucking.way.
Callie smile sympathetically at her and moved over toward the side. She turned around, going toward the pregnancy test that was now mocking her. That one test led her to what were probably thirty different tests on the shelves. Her eyes widened as they scanned the shelves, trying to find one that would catch her eye and get on with it. She knew that she could hop into her car and head over to Seattle Grace and get one for free, but Callie decided that was definitely not even an option. For one, she hated the new gynecologist and Addison wouldn’t fly all the way back from California again just to do a pregnancy test, even if it happened to be for one of her closest friends. Secondly, Erica was at work, and would inevitably find out that Callie was there as well, and she really didn’t think Erica deserved to be caught up in this. She knew eventually she would have to tell her, but she needed to know for sure herself before dragging the blonde into it as well. She finally settled on the test that stated in words whether you were pregnant or not as opposed to one or two blue lines or pink plus signs. She laughed bitterly at the pink plus sign and that was the first test out of the pickings. It was the test for the people waiting for something like this and who had planned for ages to have a small person come into their life. Callie was definitely not one of those people. Making the purchase, Callie left the store and headed back to Erica’s, where she promised she would be when the heart surgeon got off.
Now Callie was reading her fate off a little plastic stick that she had just urinated on not minutes before. Staring at the little blue word, she was praying to a God she solemnly talked to have the word ‘not’ appear before the word ‘pregnant.’ No matter how long she prayed or how long she stared at that stick, she knew that the result was going to stay the same. She was pregnant, and not just that, but with Mark Sloan, man-whore of Seattle Grace’s baby. Once the initial shock of the situation wore off, sobs escaped Callie’s lips as she chucked the test across the room. She started hyperventilating as her body shook with fear and uncertainty, causing her to sink to the floor and curl into a ball. Knowing that she was going to pass out if she didn’t get her breathing under control, the brunette pulled herself up to the toilet and sat upon it, putting her head between her knees. A couple of minutes later, her breathing regulated, but the tears had yet to subside. Callie went over to where the test had landed on the floor, grabbed the box, and threw both of them in the trash on her way back out to the couch. She unceremoniously plopped down on the couch, her eyes finding the ‘flu’ kit that Erica had set on the table, consisting of saltines, aspirin, water, juice, and a bucket in case she couldn’t get to the bathroom. A sad smile appeared on Callie’s lips in realization that when Erica knew that she was inhabiting Mark Sloan’s kid, there was no way she would want to stick around. That coming across her mind, the tears started rolling down her cheeks all over again, making Callie curl up on the couch and bury her head into the Erica, vanilla scented pillow. Her fatigue quickly kicked in and the brunette had fallen into a dreamless slumber.
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Erica arrived home to find Callie asleep on the couch, but even when the raven beauty was unconscious, she could something was bothering her by the way the crease in her forehead was still apparent. Deciding to keep that in the back of her mind and let her girlfriend rest, the blonde headed to the kitchen to stir something up that Callie might be able to keep down.
Erica was letting the soup simmer and was mid-way through reading a magazine on the counter, when she heard footsteps pad across the tile floor.
“What time is it?” she was asked, as she turned around to a sleep ridden brunette staring at her.
“Around 8, why?”
“Jesus, I slept forever!” Called yelped, causing not only Erica to jump but she felt herself leap as well at the surprised shrillness of her voice.
“Well, baby, you are sick, so it’s good that you’re sleeping,” Erica replied before turning her attention to the soup on the stove.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Callie shrugged as she went to grab something to drink out of the fridge.
Callie’s tone and complete disregard for her health was more than enough for Erica to know that something was bugging the orthopedic surgeon. She stopped stirring the soup and walked toward Callie, almost backing her into a corner with concern showing over her features.
“Callie, what’s wrong?” Erica asked, trying to meet the brown orbs in front of her, but the owner was looking anywhere but back at her.
“Nothing,” Callie told her, instantly regretting replying with that word, because it couldn’t possibly be farther from the truth. “Why would you think something was wrong?” Her mind must have told her mouth to speak in clichés today, because that is what this conversation was turning into; one big cliché. She felt Erica’s eyes burn holes in the skin on her face, which meant that she was reading her, reading her like an open book, which she always seemed to be able to do easily. Sometimes that could be more of a curse than a blessing, and that sometime was now.
“Because I know you, which is why I think something is wrong. Now spill it, Torres.” Erica said, trying to lighten whatever burden Callie was carrying on her shoulders by using the name she reserved for teasing.
Callie smirked a little when she heard Erica call her Torres, but it quickly faded when she realized that this was it. “Erica, I don’t have the flu.”
The blonde’s face quickly changed and a million different worse possible case scenarios went rolling through her mind. Did she have something that was far worse than the flu? God, she couldn’t lose her, she, no they had come much too far for them to get torn apart. “Baby, what is it?” Erica asked, instantly grabbing for Callie’s tanned hands.
The shorter of the two stared up into the eyes of the person who had brightened every corner of her world when she figured George had darkened it forever. “When I tell you this, I will totally understand if you want me gone and never want to see me again, and-
“Callie!” Erica interrupted her rambling, growing more and more worried with every word that flowed threw Callie’s lips. “Just tell me, you’re starting to freak me out.”
Callie felt the tears spring in her eyes as she prepared to have her whole world crash down around her, more so than it already had. She took another deep breath before she began and focused on the hands in hers. It could be the last time she would be able to feel them. She met Erica’s baby blue gaze, feeling her knees go weak and just let the words tumble right out of her mouth.
“I’m pregnant.”
Callie had been staring at that little blue word for over five minutes in the comfort of Erica’s bathroom. The blonde was at work while Callie had called in because she currently felt like shit and now she knew why. Callie had made a quick run to the drug store to pick up something that would make the dull ache of her stomach go away for even just an hour. She briskly walked to the back of the store to get out as soon as possible because vomiting on the floor of a store was not high on her list of things to do, when her eyes briefly glanced towards a passing aisle and caught a glimpse of a pregnancy test. She continued walking until the wheels in her mind started to turn and she realized that she had practically forgotten everything that happened before Erica and her had gotten together. This hit her like a ton of bricks and she stopped dead in her tracks, almost causing the elderly lady behind her to run into the back of her legs with her cart.
No.fucking.way.
Callie smile sympathetically at her and moved over toward the side. She turned around, going toward the pregnancy test that was now mocking her. That one test led her to what were probably thirty different tests on the shelves. Her eyes widened as they scanned the shelves, trying to find one that would catch her eye and get on with it. She knew that she could hop into her car and head over to Seattle Grace and get one for free, but Callie decided that was definitely not even an option. For one, she hated the new gynecologist and Addison wouldn’t fly all the way back from California again just to do a pregnancy test, even if it happened to be for one of her closest friends. Secondly, Erica was at work, and would inevitably find out that Callie was there as well, and she really didn’t think Erica deserved to be caught up in this. She knew eventually she would have to tell her, but she needed to know for sure herself before dragging the blonde into it as well. She finally settled on the test that stated in words whether you were pregnant or not as opposed to one or two blue lines or pink plus signs. She laughed bitterly at the pink plus sign and that was the first test out of the pickings. It was the test for the people waiting for something like this and who had planned for ages to have a small person come into their life. Callie was definitely not one of those people. Making the purchase, Callie left the store and headed back to Erica’s, where she promised she would be when the heart surgeon got off.
Now Callie was reading her fate off a little plastic stick that she had just urinated on not minutes before. Staring at the little blue word, she was praying to a God she solemnly talked to have the word ‘not’ appear before the word ‘pregnant.’ No matter how long she prayed or how long she stared at that stick, she knew that the result was going to stay the same. She was pregnant, and not just that, but with Mark Sloan, man-whore of Seattle Grace’s baby. Once the initial shock of the situation wore off, sobs escaped Callie’s lips as she chucked the test across the room. She started hyperventilating as her body shook with fear and uncertainty, causing her to sink to the floor and curl into a ball. Knowing that she was going to pass out if she didn’t get her breathing under control, the brunette pulled herself up to the toilet and sat upon it, putting her head between her knees. A couple of minutes later, her breathing regulated, but the tears had yet to subside. Callie went over to where the test had landed on the floor, grabbed the box, and threw both of them in the trash on her way back out to the couch. She unceremoniously plopped down on the couch, her eyes finding the ‘flu’ kit that Erica had set on the table, consisting of saltines, aspirin, water, juice, and a bucket in case she couldn’t get to the bathroom. A sad smile appeared on Callie’s lips in realization that when Erica knew that she was inhabiting Mark Sloan’s kid, there was no way she would want to stick around. That coming across her mind, the tears started rolling down her cheeks all over again, making Callie curl up on the couch and bury her head into the Erica, vanilla scented pillow. Her fatigue quickly kicked in and the brunette had fallen into a dreamless slumber.
xxxx
Erica arrived home to find Callie asleep on the couch, but even when the raven beauty was unconscious, she could something was bothering her by the way the crease in her forehead was still apparent. Deciding to keep that in the back of her mind and let her girlfriend rest, the blonde headed to the kitchen to stir something up that Callie might be able to keep down.
Erica was letting the soup simmer and was mid-way through reading a magazine on the counter, when she heard footsteps pad across the tile floor.
“What time is it?” she was asked, as she turned around to a sleep ridden brunette staring at her.
“Around 8, why?”
“Jesus, I slept forever!” Called yelped, causing not only Erica to jump but she felt herself leap as well at the surprised shrillness of her voice.
“Well, baby, you are sick, so it’s good that you’re sleeping,” Erica replied before turning her attention to the soup on the stove.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Callie shrugged as she went to grab something to drink out of the fridge.
Callie’s tone and complete disregard for her health was more than enough for Erica to know that something was bugging the orthopedic surgeon. She stopped stirring the soup and walked toward Callie, almost backing her into a corner with concern showing over her features.
“Callie, what’s wrong?” Erica asked, trying to meet the brown orbs in front of her, but the owner was looking anywhere but back at her.
“Nothing,” Callie told her, instantly regretting replying with that word, because it couldn’t possibly be farther from the truth. “Why would you think something was wrong?” Her mind must have told her mouth to speak in clichés today, because that is what this conversation was turning into; one big cliché. She felt Erica’s eyes burn holes in the skin on her face, which meant that she was reading her, reading her like an open book, which she always seemed to be able to do easily. Sometimes that could be more of a curse than a blessing, and that sometime was now.
“Because I know you, which is why I think something is wrong. Now spill it, Torres.” Erica said, trying to lighten whatever burden Callie was carrying on her shoulders by using the name she reserved for teasing.
Callie smirked a little when she heard Erica call her Torres, but it quickly faded when she realized that this was it. “Erica, I don’t have the flu.”
The blonde’s face quickly changed and a million different worse possible case scenarios went rolling through her mind. Did she have something that was far worse than the flu? God, she couldn’t lose her, she, no they had come much too far for them to get torn apart. “Baby, what is it?” Erica asked, instantly grabbing for Callie’s tanned hands.
The shorter of the two stared up into the eyes of the person who had brightened every corner of her world when she figured George had darkened it forever. “When I tell you this, I will totally understand if you want me gone and never want to see me again, and-
“Callie!” Erica interrupted her rambling, growing more and more worried with every word that flowed threw Callie’s lips. “Just tell me, you’re starting to freak me out.”
Callie felt the tears spring in her eyes as she prepared to have her whole world crash down around her, more so than it already had. She took another deep breath before she began and focused on the hands in hers. It could be the last time she would be able to feel them. She met Erica’s baby blue gaze, feeling her knees go weak and just let the words tumble right out of her mouth.
“I’m pregnant.”