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Stop crying (Charlotte King)

'Call it, L/n.' Addison says to me. The baby we're operating on is crashing. 'L/n, you have to call it!' I continue compressions, completely ignoring Addisons words. 'Time of death, 11:53 PM.' I announce after two more minutes of compressions. 'Will you close? Please?' I ask Addison. She nods and I walk away.

The baby was two months old. She was abandoned at three days after being diagnosed with kidney failure. Her parents left because they didn't want to deal with a sick child.

I had named her Caroline after they left. She had the brightest blue eyes, and the smallest tuft of chocolate brown hair.

I had been taking care of her since her parents left. I only left the hospital to get clean clothes and a toothbrush from me and Charlottes apartment.

Charlottes my girlfriend. She's head of staff at St. Ambrose hospital. We've been dating for a year and we moved in together 5 months ago.

I slam the door to Charlottes office, trying to hide the tears in my eyes. 'How's Caroline?' She asks, barely looking up from her computer.

Charlotte never wanted kids, and neither did I, but whenever I held Caroline, I felt like her mom. I should have never been in her surgery, I was too close to it.

Charlotte didn't see her like that, but she knew how I felt, and was supported me all the way up to the surgery.

'Good.' I lie, coughing to cover the tears in my voice. She glances up and raises an eyebrow at me. I lie down on her couch and let a tear fall down my face.

'Stop crying, I can't concentrate.' She says automatically. I wipe my tears and sit up. Charlotte looks over at me. 'It didn't go well, did it?' She walks towards the couch. 'No. She died, and it was my fault.' I shake my head. 'I'm sorry. I know how you feel. But it wasn't your fault, okay?' I glare at her. 'Charlie, you're a sexologist. I'm pretty sure that's just a glorified sex therapist. When have you ever lost a patient?'

She tilts her head, considering what I've said about her job. 'First of all, never call me « Charlie » again, or you're fired. And I'm not talking about patients.' She puts her arm around me. 'When I was using, I was driving home one day, and I hit someone. She flew through her windshield. She died before paramedics could get there, and the police chalked it up to her not wearing a seatbelt. I never told them. I checked into rehab the next day.' I look over at her, but she's staring at a wall. 'Charlotte, I'm so sorry. I didn't know.' She turns towards me, and I see a tear in her eye. She never cries, so I don't mention it. 'You couldn't have known.' Waving away my words, she pushes my hair away from my face. 'Let's go home.' I stand up and follow her to the car park.

Two weeks later

Since Caroline, all I can think about is a family. I always thought I didn't want kids, but now I want a daughter.

I havent told Charlotte yet, because I'm scared she'll feel different, and I love Charlotte. She's everything I have ever wanted in my life.

Now it's late on Saturday night, and we're both finished for the week, and I've put on a crappy movie.

'Did you ever want kids?' I ask, shocking myself as the words come out. 'Wh- Where's this coming from?' She sits up in the bed, chocolate wrappers falling from her lap. 'I was just wondering. I mean, we've never really talked about it.' She pulls me closer to her. 'Well, I don't know. I've never really thought about it. Why, do you?' I glance back at the movie before answering. 'I didn't really think so, but Caroline made me feel like a mom.'

'Can I think about it? It's a lot to take in.' She asks. 'Of course, I don't want to rush you or pressure you.' I respond, but neither of us talk for the rest of the night. When the movie finishes, I say goodnight to Charlotte and turn over to fall asleep.

In the morning we drive to Oceanside in silence, Charlotte doesn't speak until we're two minutes away and someone doesn't indicate a turn. 'Jackass!' She yells out, and I stifle a laugh. She looks over at me and I see a smirk rise on her face.

'Y/n, I need your help.' Addison says, walking towards me. 'Sure, with what?' I ask, looking around for Charlotte, who's talking to Sheldon in his office. 'Cleft lip and palate reconstruction.'

'Surely you can do that yourself, Dr. Double Board Certified.' She glares at me. 'Just help me, okay?' I roll my eyes but follow her to meet the patient. 

I come out after we've booked a surgery for tomorrow and see Charlotte waiting for me in my office. 'Hey.' I say, sitting in my chair and writing the surgery in my calendar. 'I want kids. I thought about it, and I spoke to someone, and I do want kids.' She says. 'Okay, but we don't have to rush into anything. I didn't mean right now, if you don't want to.' She grins. 'I'm ready, Y/n. I spoke to Jake about a sperm donor, and all the risks and everything.'

A year later

We agreed that Charlotte should be the one to carry the baby. She was healthier than me, and was constantly telling me to buy vegetables when I went grocery shopping.

We found out she was pregnant with triplets at our 12 week scan, and that they were all girls.

She went into labor at 37 weeks, and I had barely finished building a crib. When I got the hospital, Addisons hand was nearly broken from how much Charlotte was squeezing it. I took her place for the rest of the labor.

15 hours later we had our girls. We named them Georgia, Louise, and Caroline. We let Addison choose a name, since she was there for the first two hours of labor. She named Louise.

Since then we've been ten times more sleep deprived than before, but it's better knowing that the reason isn't a dying patient anymore.

This morning, Georgia woke up wailing at the top of her lungs, which set off the other two. 'Shush!' I shout. 'Be quiet!' Eventually Charlotte wakes up. She walks in with her hair all messy, and groans. 'Stop crying. It's annoying.'

a/n did y'all notice i named the children after southern us states