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Meredith should have rented out the house Derek built for her, because one of their kids inheriting it would have been nice.
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possibilistfanfiction · 9 months
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anything surgeons au, especially butch!bea omg
[an accidental 2.7k words of baby tai for the culture]
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you don’t ask for beatrice to consult on the case just because the baby really does look like her in a tangible way: brown eyes that shine in the sun; gold skin; soft dark hair; a happy smile. tai — an orphan, which you also don’t prioritize when you ask her, but whatever — is small for her three months and quite sick, a bad valve in her tiny heart doing more damage than good. 
it’s a difficult surgery, complicated and intricate and, even though you’re the best in your field, a hardcore rockstar, you’re not a cardio surgeon. you ask beatrice to consult on the case because, even if you’d never admit it aloud in front of her, she is the best in the world.
‘dr. villaumbrosia,’ beatrice says, meeting you outside the picu. she’s not operating today, you’re fairly certain, or at least hasn’t yet, based on her neat navy slacks and oatmeal-colored sweater under her white coat, chelsea boots certainly not what she would wear in the OR, her buzzed hair not hidden under one of her surgical caps, her wedding band still on her finger rather than tucked away, pinned to the inside of her scrubs. you’ve known her for years and years, have watched her fail and succeed and succeed and succeed, have watched her fall in love and get married, have watched her build a home, a life — which includes you, in all the ways that matter, in the ways you will very rarely thank each other for and feel anyway. 
but still, ‘dr. choi,’ you say, ‘thanks for coming.’
she nods. ‘it sounded like an interesting case from your summary.’ she takes the ipad you offer her and looks at the scans of tai’s heart, then her vitals, then the scans again, a little closer and with something like wonder filling her eyes, just at the corners but enough for you to feel a spark of hope in your chest. she looks up at you. ‘we can do this, i think.’
‘yeah?’
‘it’ll be —‘ she pauses, nods to reassure both of you, sets her shoulders, and you know that’s it — ‘it’ll be difficult, but it’s not impossible.’
‘agreed.’
‘can i meet her, then? the patient? i’d like to get an idea of how small this heart actually is.’ 
‘of course.’ you open the door and it’s just like any other consult; beatrice is always brave enough to partner up on any peds cases, even the most heartbreaking, the most hopeless. 
tai smiles at beatrice, who is always good with children the same way you are: you talk to them like human beings, and you listen, and you take things seriously — their pain and their fear and their recovery. tai is too little to tell you anything, but beatrice still leans toward her gently and smiles at her babbling, runs a gentle hand over her soft hair, makes sure to warm the head of her stethoscope up on her thigh before pressing it to tai’s chest. 
there’s no way for you to realize it at the time, but you will swear for years that you knew, even before beatrice and certainly before ava, that tai was special; beatrice closes her eyes and listens to tai’s failing heart carefully. ‘i’ll need an updated echo,’ she tells you and your intern, standing uselessly behind you. ‘and then, if you’re free afterward, dr. villambrosia, let’s meet in the skills lab? i’d like to run through the procedure.’
‘that works for me.’
she nods once, seriously. ‘no parents?’
you shake your head. ‘she’s here through my org, from chengdu.’
beatrice considers this briefly but soldiers on, like she and ava haven’t had quiet, sad fights about children and adoption and a family and a home. ‘if you feel comfortable, i can hand off my follow-ups this afternoon to dr. amunet and we can get this taken care of. it’ll be a long recovery, so i’d rather it not degrade any further if we wait.’
‘as long as the run-through feels good,’ you say, ‘i think it’s the best course of treatment.’
beatrice nods, smiles once down at tai and rubs her little chest while tai squirms and babbles happily. for such a sick kid — on oxygen and a feeding tube, two ivs because her veins are so small — she’s generally happy, bright in a way that peds usually isn’t. she’s not guaranteed to survive so, like all of your patients, you don’t get too attached. beatrice hasn’t had that problem before, either, caring but not too much, unlike ava, who feels each loss as if it’s his own. but the way that beatrice lingers and lets tai hold onto her fingers while she tells your intern exactly what she wants from the ekg and bloodwork — you think this might be different. 
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it’s touch and go for a while: you and beatrice are brilliant surgeons but, even with all of the tests and scans and practice, tai’s surgery is longer and more difficult than you could’ve prepared for: her heart is weak and so, so small; even beatrice struggles to place the careful, clever sutures you’ve watched her throw with ease, most surgeries, and for years. it takes longer than you would’ve liked to get her off bypass, much longer than you would’ve liked for her heart to start beating again in beatrice’s hands. 
but: it does beat. weak and small, yes, but sure, and steady, and even, all the valves and ventricles ready to heal as they should be. tai’s cheeks, once she’s settled in the picu again, are rosy, her skin warm, her oxygen sats already up comfortably from before. you’d wired her sternum shut and the incision running down her tiny chest will leave a scar, and she’ll probably need another procedure or two as she gets older — but she will get older, as far as you can tell. 
beatrice goes through — a little unexpected for the aftermath of a successful surgery, and far beyond the end of her relatively easy scheduled shift — all of the potential complications tai could face, how she was without a flow of properly oxygenated blood to her brain for an amount of time that frustrated her — maybe even frightened her. for as long as you’ve known beatrice — dr. choi — through undergrad and medical school, then residency and fellowships, into your first few years as attendings, she’s as unflappable as they come, unless it’s someone she loves who might be hurt, who might not get well. you’ve seen it with ava and her back, and shannon and mary after a car accident that looked much worse than it actually was, and even one time camila got the flu. 
it surprises you in the moment when beatrice, carefully taking off her scrub cap — patterned with little otters and rainbows, a ridiculous gift from ava that beatrice horrifically wears with not a single ounce of hesitation or embarrassment — slips into her hospital-issued fleece quarterzip and sits down in the chair by tai’s bassinet once you and the nurses get all of her machines situated. 
‘i’ll stay with her, dr. villaumbrosia,’ beatrice says, soft and formal.
‘there’s plenty of nurses, and dr. amunet, if you want to go home.’
beatrice shakes her head and leans over tai’s sleeping form, heavily sedated for the next few days so she’s not in pain, and runs a gentle finger along her cheek. ‘she — she doesn’t have anyone,’ she says, as much explanation as you need. ‘plus, dr. silva is on call tonight anyway.’
you resist the urge to say something mean about ava; he’s actually very talented and smart and he makes your best friend, your sister, very happy, and very full — even if he is the most annoying person you know. tai is alone, and all beatrice has to go home to, right now, is a beautiful house that’s empty of all of the life ava brings anywhere, leftovers in the fridge, a house that you know has an empty bedroom just down the hall from the primary, holding a lot of ava’s patient, quiet hope in the space.
‘okay,’ you say, not bothering her, just this once: tai is very small and still very sick; you’ve read enough studies to know that comfort, especially with babies who haven’t known as much of it as they should, can be extremely monumental in their ability to heal. ‘i’m sure you can handle if anything pops up, but i’d like to know anyway. text me.’
beatrice looks up from tai to nod, a grim smile on her face mellowed, seemingly, by tai’s steady breaths against beatrice’s palm. ‘will do.’
you nod and don’t bother to ask for anything else from her, taking your leave while she takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes, then slumps a little in the chair but keeps her hand on tai’s stomach, soothing and warm and present. tai has been alone her entire life, even if it’s only been very short; you believe that her body will know that she’s not anymore, at least for now.
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it’s not often that you choose to come to work early, not often that you allow yourself to have much attachment to patients and their outcomes beyond whether or not you practiced the best medicine possible — no one would be able to do peds and neonatal surgery if they did — but you park far before the sun comes up and force yourself to grab three cups of coffee from the cafe before you head to the picu.
it doesn’t surprise you when you see both beatrice and ava by tai’s bassinet now, beatrice fast asleep, slumped over fully on ava’s shoulder, and ava scrolling through an ipad, probably taking care of charting here rather than in her office. ava smiles up at you, never deterred by your grumbling or eye rolls, and, just this once, you smile back.
‘dr. silva,’ you greet. ‘how’s she doing?’ you ask, handing him the coffee.
‘totally steady all night,’ ava says quietly, sounding far too proud of a baby that isn’t even really beatrice’s patient, let alone theirs. ‘she’s really strong, even if she’s small.’
you look over tai’s vitals from the past night quickly and it’s true, she is getting better even faster than you could’ve hoped. ‘she is.’
ava smiles, then looks over at a fast asleep beatrice, a little aching. ’bea said she’s an orphan?’
you sit down next to them both and nod; you assume beatrice gave ava enough of the details. ‘we’ll work to place her with a good family once she’s recovered well.’ the warning is unspoken: don’t get too attached.
ava looks over at beatrice, who has spent the entire night asleep in the picu over a baby whose heart she massaged until it beat again in her hands. he nods. ‘yeah,’ he says, hopeful despite it all. ‘yeah.’
/
‘i — i can do it.’
‘dr. choi.’
‘no,’ beatrice says, ‘it’s fine. i’m on call tonight, and it’s good for her.’
it is, you both know it, but tai is healing and, if all goes according to plan, will be released in a week or two, hopefully to a family who’s equipped to care for her, to raise her gently and generously and well. beatrice — and ava, whenever they make up a very flimsy excuse — have been in tai’s room often, and you know they’ve grown attached even though you warned them not to. but beatrice taking her scrub top off and picking tai up gently, careful of her leads and her still-tender chest, and then holding her close and settling into a rocking chair. 
‘beatrice,’ you say, sitting down across from her. 
‘have you — has there been a family chosen?’
you’re not the one in charge of any of that, your contributions to the organization being both your sixth-generation-surgeon money and your sixth-generation-surgeon talent, but you know there hasn’t been a decision made yet. you shake your head. 
she nods. ‘we…’ she swallows, readjusts so tai is held even closer, her left ear close to beatrice’s heart. ‘i spoke with ava. a lot, actually. and, well, you obviously know i’m chinese; i can teach her how to speak mandarin and make mapo doufu and she won’t — she won’t miss that part. and ava knows about not having a family of origin, and he’s, like, the best. and,’ she continues, ‘we’re both surgeons. you know she’s going to need care now, but also her whole life, and i — i fixed her heart.’ she can’t even look at you, just looks at tai’s peaceful little face as her voice gets wobbly and she sniffles. 
beatrice, above all, means what she says. she’s maybe one of the least impulsive people you’ve ever met, agonizing for as long as you’ve known her over haircuts and new hiking gear and dinner reservations, as methodical as it comes when she practices medicine. 
‘i —‘ she looks at tai once more and then takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. ‘i love her.’
you know, more than anything, ava has made beatrice want to be brave. you let it sink in, let it hit you like a tidal wave of easy warmth, then really let yourself look at your oldest friend and every careful thing about her, lean muscles and long-healed scars, the most careful thing held against her chest — the same skin, bathed in the light of an easy sunrise. ‘well okay then.’
beatrice seems surprised, for a moment, as if you would say no, or doubt her, or discourage or argue. ‘really?’
you nod, brusque mostly so you don’t cry. ‘i’ll connect you with aja; she’ll be able to help you with all the paperwork. i’ll put in my recommendation, of course.’
beatrice adjusts tai so she can free a hand to wipe a few tears. ‘thank you, lilith.’
‘let’s just hope she takes after you, not ava.’
beatrice laughs, and it makes tai smile.
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‘no.’
‘she’s —‘
‘your daughter,’ you say. ‘you’re not tai’s doctor any longer, haven’t been in months.’
beatrice frowns, arms crossed. ava smiles far too serenely for your liking next to her.
‘she’ll be fine, babe,’ she says. ‘it’s just a post-op, super normal.’ she turns toward tai, happily squealing at a nurse playing peak-a-boo with her while they get her situated on the exam table. 
beatrice glowers but concedes, softening immediately when ava squeezes her bicep. they’re both definitely exhausted but happier than you could’ve really imagined; the empty bedroom now filled with a plethora of toys and clothes, colorful animals on the walls, a safe crib with a space mobile you’d personally given them. it makes sense to you, easily, that they’re good parents — kind and attentive and funny — even if, right now, they’re driving you insane. they’re both in comfortable clothes, not bothering with anything more on their shared day off. 
you have to physically shoo beatrice away as you’re listening to tai’s heart, which is ridiculous because you’re sure beatrice does it at home, probably every night. you’re more relieved than you would ever let on that her heartbeat is normal and steady — perfect, as far as you’re concerned. you go through the rest of her check-up and she’s as healthy as can be, gaining weight well, rolling over, holding her head up, starting to eat baby food — yes to bananas; no to green beans so far — not sleep regressing as much as they’d feared. 
‘she’s doing great,’ you reassure. 
‘fuck yeah she is,’ ava says, then sighs. ‘before either of you start, first of all, language is all relative.’
‘ava, we can’t have her first word being f—‘
‘— secondly,’ ava interrupts, then looks at beatrice putting tai back into her dinosaur onesie, slipping a warm cap onto her head, ‘she’s the best baby of all time.’
‘she is wonderful,’ beatrice says, still a little reverent.
ava elbows you as beatrice carefully pulls socks onto tai’s feet. ‘one of the better ones i’ve met,’ you concede, because you really do love tai, and, all things considered, she’s an easy, happy baby. ‘certainly better than i thought would be possible with either of you.’
ava rolls her eyes. ‘i read your recommendation.’ horrifyingly, she starts reciting it, so you move as quickly as you can.
‘i have a tight schedule today,’ you interrupt, beatrice laughing quietly, smiling at both of you with far too much amusement.
‘bye lil,’ she says. ‘thanks for everything.’
‘yeah, yeah,’ you say, but there’s no bite to it. ‘see you at dinner.’
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babyjapril · 7 months
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♡Derek meets Zola♡
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thestarlightforge · 5 months
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If y’all would’ve told me in season 1 that Derek Shepherd’s entire problem was that he was just a girl-dad in waiting, I’d have said you were nuts.
But LOOK at this man 😂
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LOOK how unremittingly JOYOUS 😂
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That’s his precious ANGEL 😂
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And witness his reduction to utter, non-verbal DEJECTION at even the PROSPECT she might be taken away
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Patrick Dempsey might be a mess of a man (and Derek along with him). But you cannot say he didn’t commit to the BIT. He decided what Derek had been missing was his daughter, and then put his heart and SOUL into that choice
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I’m watching greys again :,)
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kj7895 · 3 months
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At times, I feel like Buck, Eddie, and Chris kind of mirrors Meredith, Derek, Cristina, and Zola. Buck and Cristina having that father/auntie figure relationship to their best friends kids. I always find that 911, Grey’s Anatomy and Station 19 are very similar when it comes to their stories and especially relationships.
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shanna254 · 16 days
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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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anewkindofme · 9 months
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Derek loved Zola so much. It's so bittersweet to watch. Because he would've done anything for that girl. He was even worried that Baby Bailey wouldn't be nice to her. The fact that he held hundreds of babies but the moment he held her, he just knew.
And now he's gone, won't even get to see her grow up. My heart hurts.
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ameliashephrds · 2 years
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AMELIA SHEPHERD
Grey’s Anatomy 19x04 ⎪”Haunted”
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jobrookekarev · 4 months
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Chapter Two: Long Story Short, We Survived
Chapter Two: Take Me to the Lakes
Words: 1,984
Chapter Summary: Jo tries to find a comfortable place to labor. While Alex calls Meredith to come over and watch the girls when they go to the hospital.
Summary: Jo Karev is 41 weeks pregnant with her last baby. There is no way the baby is going to send her into labor the day before her C-section. But It wouldn't be a Karev baby if they came into the world without a little bit of drama.
Or the one where Jo is in labor, but denies every minute of it and baby Karev makes an unexpected entrance. 
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.
Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.
Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Helena Karev, Luna Wilson, Meredith Grey, Zola Grey-Shepherd, Bailey Grey-Shepherd, and Ellis Grey-Shepherd.
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences General Audiences.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Angst, Relationship(s), Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Family, Love, Kissing, Light-Hearted, One Shot, Happy Ending, Drama, Slow Build, Domestic, Marriage, Parenthood, Pregnancy, Labor, Childbirth, Newborn, Medical, Children, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Background Relationships,
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Jo looked for a way to ease the pain as she looked around the bedroom. She thought about lying down as the bed looked so inviting. But then she looked towards the bathroom and thought about how nice the shower had felt that morning. She walked over to the shower, quickly stripped out of her dress, and turned on the hot water. Jo let the water cascade over her body as she threw her hair up into a messy bun. She moved so that she was bending over with her hands on the railing. Alex had installed it after she came home from the hospital.
The next contraction hit a few seconds later and with the hot water on her back, it eased the pain a little bit or at least made it more manageable. Jo was able to breathe through this contraction a little better. Thus she was able to relax more after the contraction ended and closed her eyes as she rested.
Now she understood why all her patients wanted to labor in the tubs. Even though as an obstetrician it was a difficult obstacle and kind of a pain in the ass to get dredged in a bath of human fluids. But from the mother's perspective, it was so much easier. 
Jo let out a sigh of relief as she looked at her bump in the reflection of the glass. She wanted to memorize how it would look for the last time. Jo grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. This would be her last few moments pregnant, and part of her wanted to save it. Despite how much she also wanted it over. She looked down at her bump again and cradled it with her hand. 
“Will I guess you made up your mind about when you were finally going to come out,” Jo said to her baby, except this time they didn't respond, although she could still feel them move a little bit. She knew they wouldn't be moving a whole lot while she was in labor.
“I can’t wait to kiss you, especially your cute little toes,” Jo said as she smiled, thinking about how she would be holding her baby in a few hours. “You're going to be brought to this crazy world, but no matter what we love you so much. Even if you are another little girl, your daddy's going to be so happy. He's the best daddy in the world and your sisters are amazing, although I can't promise they'll always be nice to you. I can promise that I'll always try to make them play nicely with you. And I promise I'll always be on your side, baby…”
Jo trailed off as another contraction hit her. She breathed through this one and stood under the water, counting down the seconds for it to end. 
“For the sake of your Mama, please make this easy on me,” Jo said as she talked to her baby who awarded her with his strong kick as her contraction ended.
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While Jo was trying to relax in the shower, Alex was downstairs frantically trying to make lunch and find a babysitter. He had already called Link but apparently, he was already at the hospital, and so were Amelia and Maggie. Even Jules the intern was busy, so he called the person he probably should have called first, Meredith. 
It rang a few times as Alex spread the peanut butter onto two slices of bread so hard that it cut through the slice. He wondered if the girls would notice or care. They were pretty good about that stuff, but Luna was occasionally weird about it, and given her tantrum early he decided just to get another piece of bread. 
Finally, Meredith picked up.
“Hey Alex what's up?” Meredith asked as she casually responded to him.
“Jo's in labor can you come over and watch the girls?” Alex said, getting it all out of his mouth so fast he wasn't sure if Meredith had heard him.
“Yes, I'll be right over, I just have to get the kids,” Meredith said as he heard her get up and yell at Zola and Bailey in the background.
“Great, thank you,” Alex said as he let out a sigh of relief.
“How far apart are her contractions?”
“They’re still about fifteen minutes apart so we got a little bit of leeway, but I want to get her to the hospital soon, especially because of her heart.
“Have you checked it?”
“No, oh shit,” Alex said as he looked over at the girls to see if they had heard him.
He had put on a movie and they were glued to the screen as they watched Elsa and Anna sing. He hoped it would distract them enough that they wouldn’t notice Jo in pain and him panicking. 
“Okay, listen to me! You're going to go upstairs grab the heart monitor and put it on Jo. I’m going to hang up, but we’re getting in the car now and we'll be there in ten minutes. But call an ambulance if her heart rate is elevated or if it declines, then call me back?”
“Yeah, okay, thank you, Meredith. I don’t know what I'd do without you.” 
“I know and you’re welcome.”
“Okay,” Alex said as they hung up. 
He looked down at the sandwiches, in his haste and distraction he had put the two peanut butter pieces together and the jelly piece together. With a shake of his head, he ripped it apart and put them back together correctly. He still ended up cutting them weirdly. Thought the girls wouldn't complain. After adding carrots and chips with some watered down juice he put them out in front of them.
Helena looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you.” 
But Luna just stared at the TV until he forced the sandwich plate into her lap. She looked down for a second, grabbing her sandwich and eating it with a quick thank you sign. With both of the girls fed and entertained, he ran back upstairs to check on Jo. However, he didn't find her in their bedroom.
“Jo, Jo where are you?” Alex called out looking around for her frantically. 
“I'm in here,” Jo said as she yelled from the bathroom and Alex heard the shower running.
“What are you doing in the shower,” Alex exclaimed as Jo looked up at him with a glare and he immediately regretted his words. 
“I am in labor!” Jo said, pronouncing each word to make her point. “I am allowed to labor where ever the fuck I want.”
“Fair enough,” Alex said, nodding. “But I need to put the heart monitor on you.” 
“Ugh fine,” Jo said with a sigh as he grabbed the towel and held it open for her. 
Alex helped quickly dry her off and Jo let him hold her hand and put one arm around her waist as he guided her to lay down on the bed. Jo let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes as she lay down. Alex put the heart leads on her chest and hooked it up to the monitor. He also pulled out his stethoscope and listened. Her heart rate was elevated, but it wasn't too much of a concern. He also took a chance to listen to the baby's heart and smiled.
“Are they doing alright,” Jo asked him, opening her eyes.
“Yeah they're doing great and so are you,” Alex said, with a nod.
“Can I go back into the shower now?” Jo said reaching for the wires.
“Yeah,” Alex said, however, he only took the wires off and left the sticky tabs on, knowing that they would stay on in the water. He helped Jo get back in the shower and turned on the water as she relaxed.
“Daddy, daddy!” the girls called desperately, he looked back at Jo, who nodded at him, and knowing she was fine, he raced back downstairs.
“What is it, baby?” Alex asked, looking around his heart racing.
“Chips peas,” Helena said, holding up her empty plate to him. 
“More carrots, peas,” Luna asked, looking up at him with a smile.
He realized they had no idea Jo was in labor, nor should they. Alex tried to breathe and put on a smile. “Okay, girls.”
Alex spent the next few minutes going back between Jo and the girls and waiting for Meredith to get there. 
As soon as he got the girls settled with more snacks, he ran back upstairs to check on Jo in the shower. He held her through the contractions, although she was still standing under the water and was adamant about staying there. 
He wrapped his arms around Jo, however, as soon as he did, the girls called back. They wanted him to watch the movie with them, then Jo was screaming for him to come back and be with her. However, Luna started to throw another tantrum as nap time approached and he had to help her and leave Jo yelling for him. When he got back to Jo she cried and begged him not to leave her as Helena called for him again, crying that Luna had hit her, and Alex sighed looking at Jo, who cried as he told her he had to go. 
He went up and down, back and forth, between them. He feels like he’s running around like a chicken with its head cut off. The contractions were now five minutes apart and he was anxious to get to the hospital. He texted Meredith again, but she was still five minutes away and couldn't seem to get there quick enough. Finally, he saw Meredith's car pull up as he ran down the stairs. 
“Thank God, you're here,” Alex said as he opened the front door as Meredith and her kids ran out of the car.
“Sorry, we got stuck behind a bus,” Meredith said as she came in before looking him up and down. “Why are you all wet?”
“Jo’s in the shower,” Alex said, as he pulled off his shirt. 
“Uncle Alex, is Auntie Jo really going to have her baby?” Ellis asked excitedly as she bounded over to him.
“Yeah sweetie but first we got to go to the hospital,” Alex said as he grabbed the bags on the bench next to the door.
“Daddy!” Helena whined as she ran up to him holding her arms up. 
“Helena I can't,” Alex sighed as he heard Jo’s moaning from upstairs, and he knew they didn't have much time. 
“I got her Alex,” Meredith said, picking her up although Helena flailed back and cried.
“No, Daddy,” Helena cried, dissolving into a full-blown meltdown and Alex put the bags back down and took Helena from Meredith.
He held her close, she rested her head on his shoulder and her cries died down as he swayed back and forth. “She's just tired. They both are, why don't I see if I can get her to sleep before I go, she'll probably be out in a few minutes.”
“Alex!” Jo called from upstairs and Alex turned to go to her, but Meredith stopped him.
“I'll go get Jo out of the shower,” Meredith said as she headed upstairs. “Bailey, can you put these bags in Uncle Alex's car? Zola and Ellis, can you help Uncle Alex put Luna and Helena down for a nap?”
“Don't worry Uncle Alex, Mom will help Aunt Jo and the girls will be asleep in no time. Then you and Aunt Jo will be off to the hospital,” Zola said as she walked into the living room and sat next to Luna, pulling her into her lap as Ellis turned off the TV and closed the blinds. 
Alex sighed again as he paced around, holding Helena. He begged the universe that she would fall asleep before Jo had the baby in the shower.
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greysanatomythings3 · 5 months
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baby me!
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babyjapril · 1 year
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Derek Shepherd + smiling
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emily-prentits · 1 year
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while it's still jo sharing her controversial grey's opinions we should have had a meredith being afraid of being a mother storyline.
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thestarlightforge · 5 months
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Grey’s season 8 going well so far
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