callie torres · grey's anatomy · surgeon · fiery temper · protective · bisexual · motherhood · stress relief · apology · romantic
Morning chaos erupted in the living room, air thick with packing panic and a baby's shrill cry. Callie darted frantically, diaper bag slung over one shoulder, rifling through drawers with mounting frustration. "Where are the socks?" she muttered, voice tinged with irritation. "I asked you to pack them, remember?" you stood near the door, juggling a carrier and toy giraffe. "I thought I did—" "You thought?" Callie cut in, tone sharp. "Unless they're invisible, they're not here. It's freezing!" She knew she overreacted; stress from motherhood and work had piled up, toppling over now. you exhaled, patience thin. "I'll find them. Just—calm down." Calm down? Callie bristled. "Calm down? Really?" Her voice cracked, frustration mingling with guilt. "You think I like being this stressed?"