Originally a take on how Callie feels. Now from both perspectives. I promise a happy ending.

Anyway, enjoy :).

Words of affection wash over my ear as you bury your face in my neck, breathless from exertion. My lips graze your cheek and I taste the sweat on your pale skin, back glimmering under dim lighting, as it moves in sync with each backed thrust. Your toned body grinds against mine, seeking to bring us impossibly closer as I indulge in the sensation of your capable hand moving between my thighs, fingers pushing deeper and deeper into me.

"Arizona-" a whimper escapes slightly parted lips, pleasure building with each stroke, "please don't stop, baby. I- I'm coming..."

I could make love like this forever.

The rush I experience when you are inside of me never gets old. I crave it every moment of every single day. I'm shamelessly addicted, and I smile to myself as we move together in perfect harmony. Those darkened blue eyes admire me lovingly, holding my gaze as I feel a familiar warmth wash over my body. A wave crashes through me signaling my peak, and I gasp for air...

Swollen eyelids shoot open at the sound of my own voice screaming her name and I press the back of my hand to my mouth to try and stop the sob that follows. I'm still alone.

The sheets around me are drenched with sweat and I force myself to sit up, leaning back against the headboard to catch my breath. Sweat dampened hair sticks to my neck and I slowly adjust to the darkness of the room- our room. A small amount of sunlight reaches the bed through drawn drapes, revealing a photo album I had been putting together prior to the storm, one that held pictures of our small family.

I ghost my fingers over a photo of our dear Sofia. Enrapturing features resemble my own and I can't imagine what she is feeling right now. She doesn't understand much, but I know that she notices that we've- we've separated? ...taken a break? I realize that we never really decided. I'm still in shock. It's only been two weeks.

"Don't get comfortable. I want you out as soon as the roads clear up. Get your shit together and go." I struggled to keep my voice low through clenched teeth, making my way to the bedroom.

"Calliope...please don't." Our daughter was now peacefully asleep in her crib, exhausted after our long night at the hospital. The weather had improved since then, but the patter of rain still echoed throughout the large space. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, you're sorry..?" my brain reeled at the inadequacy of that statement. "Please don't what, Arizona, don't be hurt? D-Don't be angry tha- that you just slept with another woman, a-a complete fucking stranger? O-or that no matter what I do, you will NEVER forgive me for the leg? I-I shouldn't be angry? I SAVED your life! Would you have rather died? Would that have made you happy?"

"I- I don't know..."

A bitter laugh bubbles in my throat, "of course you don't. Arizona... I really can't do this right now. Everything else- all that we went through- I could handle it. I could handle it because we were getting through it together. We were strong. YOU brought someone else into our relationship and that... Arizona, that is something I can't deal with."

Weary, tear-glossed blue eyes looked to the ceiling as you tried to hold it together and I took that time to exit the living room. The warmth of our bedroom no longer comforted me as I removed my clothes and slipped into bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I faintly remembered hearing drawers being pulled open the previous night, and as my eyes focused I saw your ring on the dresser. You were gone.

I still wear my ring. Each time I go to take it off, I can't. Despite the fact that it is a constant reminder of the betrayal, I put it on every day. I can still feel my stomach dropping precipitously, it's been repeatedly doing so every time I replay that moment...

"Is that- is that Arizona's ring? Pinned to your scrub top... ?"

"Yea- oh- I mean it must be. We had a pyloric stenosis baby. It projectile vomited all over the place; I got soaked. Arizona was nice enough to lend me some scrubs."

As I watched foreign fingers unpin that ring from your scrub top, I felt bile rise in my throat. Those hands had touched your body- had explored the same beautiful skin that I'd proudly marked during heated moments, thankful that I was the only one allowed to worship every inch of you.

I swing my feet to the side of the bed and onto the cold wooden floorboards, feeling sick to my stomach and struggling to stand as I make my way to the shower. I need to wash her off of me. Arizona has invaded my senses, even in her absence and I want to painfully scrub her from my skin.

I hate that I still crave your touch...

Scalding water pours from the shower head, and I indulge in the burn - I actually prefer this pain - it distracts me from reality. How could I let this happen again? My eyes flutter shut and I reflect...

I am a hundred percent certain that if I let you back in my life again you will hurt me again, so I don't want to see you. This isn't a ploy. I'm not pouting. I don't want you in my life. Get your crap out of my apartment.

Tears pour down my face and mix with the water. Usually radiant, caramel skin is now reddened from the amount of pressure with which I have scrubbed myself. I whimper in pain as the powerful stream continues to beat down on raw flesh.

"You didn't lose anything — I did."

But I have. I have lost you. How do I let go? How can I, when the very person I am trying to let go of is keeping me alive? You are so ingrained in my mind, body, and spirit that it is impossible to imagine myself living in your absence.

The shrill sound of my alarm ringing from the bedroom pulls me from my thoughts. My skin is numb now - I love this feeling- it's one I hope to maintain. Today is the day.

Arizona is coming back to my- well- our apartment to pick up our daughter for the week. We have had very little contact at work and I have limited our conversations to brief phone calls mostly regarding Sofia.

I shut off the water and yank my towel down from a hook on the wall, quickly drying off before I pull a t-shirt and shorts over my still damp body. I amble to the kitchen to make breakfast for our daughter. She loves my homemade French toast.

Just like her mother.. I had always loved cooking for Arizona, it was like my own special way of saying 'I love you'.

As I clatter pans around, I hear an adorable yawn come from Sofia's baby monitor. A loud knock suddenly breaks through the quiet apartment and my eyes glance at my phone. She's early. I leave the ingredients on the counter and do a once over of the living area before I unlock and open the door. Sad blue eyes greet mine and I immediately turn around, heading back to the kitchen to resume cooking.

I didn't really intend to have her inside, but I don't have the energy to protest. Arizona hesitantly lets herself in, closing the door behind her, before taking a seat at the bar.

"Um...that smells really good, Callio- Callie. I-I miss your French toast. Ya know, the hotel food doesn't really compare," a weak smile forms on her lips.

"You don't have to do that- pretend that we are on speaking terms. Actually, I'd prefer if you didn't."

"But, Callie, I want to be on speaking terms. I miss you...I miss my home."

My jaw visibly tensed, "Arizona, can you go get Sofia? You came early, so I hadn't gotten her ready yet," irritation laced my voice, "her breakfast is almost ready."

"Uh- yea- yea, sure. Sorry."

As I lightly dust two plates of French toast with powdered sugar, I see Arizona emerge with Sofia in her arms. A chubby hand was waving in the air, attempting to grab my attention."Mami! Mama is home!"

I inhale deeply, "I know Sof, and guess what? I made you guys' favorite breakfast!"

"Fw-Fwench toast..?

"Yup. Just for you."

"Mama g-get toast too?"

I glance up at Arizona who is staring down at the floor, "Y-yes, Sof, I made Mama some too. You guys can eat it together." I notice surprised blue eyes now looking at me, but I ignore them.

Those eyes make me weak at the knees. I know that if I look into them, I will let my guard down and I am not willing to do that right now.

Arizona places Sofia in her high chair and I set down two small triangles of toast before moving to take a seat across from my wife.

"Are you not eating anything, Callie?"

"No, I don't really feel too well."

"Oh. Uh, D-did you want me to do anything?"

I stare blankly in her direction before running my hand through dark, wet curls, "Trust me, you've done enough already. I'll be fine."

Arizona's face visibly falls, but I force myself to maintain my stoicism. This is the woman I trusted with my heart. The woman I wanted and still want to share my life with. My mind flashes back to the happiest moment of my existence...

"I take you, Calliope Torres, to be my wife..."

"Arizona Robbins, I choose you to be the one with whom I spend my life..."

A tear pricks at the corner of my eyes and I turn my face away from the table, quickly wiping it away.

Aside from small talk between the two of us and Sofia, the meal was uncharacteristically quiet. Breakfast in our home was usually filled with laughter small acts of affection. I stood to clean the kitchen and watched as Arizona began to collect Sofia's things.

"Um...I'm staying at that hotel right across from the hospital, Room 104. Ya know, if you wanted to-"

"I'll pick her up next Saturday."

"Calliope..."

I still love when my name falls from those lips. No one else is capable of making it sound so beautiful...

I choose to ignore her completely, "Sofia, honey. Don't forget to give Mami a kiss before you go." Small legs stumble over to me and I pick up my little angel before placing small kisses all over her full cheeks. I put her back down, turn to face Arizona, and soberly gesture towards the door.

Arizona takes Sofia's hand, and I open the door for them. I wait until they are out in the hallway before offering up one last hug to my baby girl. I feel a familiar touch on my arm and jerk at the unexpected contact.

"Callie, please speak to me."

My eyes narrow and I pull my arm away, talking through clenched teeth, "You will not bring this up in front of our daughter, Arizona."

"Then stop doing this to us, please. Just give me five minutes."

I attempt to hold back a look of disgust. How could she insinuate that this is my doing? I bring my hand up to the door knob without acknowledging her request.

"Bye, Arizona." I look to the eyes that mirror my own, "I'll see you Saturday, Sofia."

"Bye bye, Mami." A tiny hand waved in my direction as Arizona slowly led them to the elevator, holding back tears.

"Bye bye, sweetie."

I hate to admit that it tears me up inside to see you walk away. But, you did this to us.

Tell me... how do I let go?