Have I Told You Lately, I'm Grateful You're Mine?
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy Summary: Late one night, each of the four parents rise from their bed to check on their little one. Warnings: Polyamory, pregnancy, mentions of past relationship drama, and general Grey's Anatomy related dramatics Word Count: 2,779 Chapters: 4 Ship(s): George O'Malley/Izzie Stevens/Callie Torres/Alex Karev
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A/N: Listen, I wrote this literally years ago now and just need something to put as filler while I wait for my other fic to be ready to post. It's been a long time since I've been super invested in Grey's Anatomy (as my posting in The Resident fandom would let you know) so I don't really remember what's going on here and I haven't read it to edit it or anything. Just cute Polyamory fluff! Hope you all like it haha. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3
Chapter 1: Alex
The wind scraped against the windows and caused the windchimes far downstairs to rattle and clang against each other. The storm had been raging for quite some time now. A lot of the branches in the old growth trees around their house had already snapped and fallen down onto the muddy ground. Rain beat against the windows as if a thousand tiny hands were outside, smacking the glass each time a drop fell. Everything else was still and calm. They lived deep into the suburbs since that was the only place where you could buy a house in the size that they had wanted, but that meant that there wasn't even the sound of people talking in the apartment above or below them and there were no cars driving through the standing water on the streets below.
Through both the curtains and the blinds, the entire bedroom lit up for just a moment. A loud clap of thunder echoed after it.Â
A small cry emitted from the nursery just down the hallway. Alex's eyes shot open almost immediately. He often had difficulty falling asleep during storms, and it appeared that his son had picked up on that trait as well. The doctor wiggled away from his wife and then quickly made his way down the hall.
"Hey there, handsome," he whispered as he reached into the crib and pulled their three-month-old son from it. "You're already picking up traits from your Daddy that I didn't want you to have, bub."
The baby's face tightened up as his little fists raised up around his face. He opened his mouth and then let out a pathetic little wail.Â
Alex let out a small sigh. It was pretty evident that Zach wasn't going to be sleeping anytime soon. Not with the storm still throwing sticks at their windows and the thunder increasing in frequency. The doctor moved so that he was sitting down in the rocking chair right next to the crib. "I know, I know," he whispered as he cuddled the small baby close to his body. "Storms are just the fucking worst. But you're safe. There is nowhere safer that you could be. Papa and Mama and Mommy are just in the other room, and Daddy has you nice and close. You're safe, bub."
He began to push the rocking chair back and forth to try and help soothe the baby. He shifted Zach around so that the little one had his head on Alex's collarbone and the rest of him was pointed towards the ground. He kept one hand under his son's bum and then the other moved to gently pat his back and rub soothing circles. "Shh, shh," he whispered as they rhymically rocked forwards and backwards.
The baby began to soothe himself when he realized what was really happening. None of the parents believed in letting him 'cry it out' like so many non-parents had suggested. They want their son to know that they were always there for him. When he was older, they had agreed to let him come to them when he needed affection or comfort, but the only way he knew how to ask right now was by crying. It seemed cruel to make his asks go unanswered.
"Yeah, there we go. You need a snack or just a binkie? I think Iz took care of your last feeding an hour ago," Alex hummed to himself as he reached over into one of the bins that was on the shelf of the changing table. He retrieved the little piece of plastic with a small bit of difficulty since he couldn't lean forward too much as his son still couldn't support his own neck that well. Finally he retrieved the pacifier and was able to place it into the small baby's mouth. "I don't know what you did with the other one but I'm sure Artichoke will find it for us in a few days."
The baby let out a small coo in return. Alex chuckled as he leaned back in the rocking chair and looked out over the nursery. When they had heard that it had finally worked and Callie was pregnant, they had almost immediately gotten to work in making the room. They painted it yellow and chose a lovely cherry wood color for all of the furniture. There was a changing table, a crib, and a bookshelf along with the rocking chair. There were butterflies and flowers on the wall over the crib, which had been a decision by Izzie at the last minute. She had finished putting them just as they had gotten a call from the hospital saying that Callie had gone into labor. There were stuffed animals on every surface that they could be and a big box of toys that he couldn't quite play with yet. It was the perfect room for their son.
