CALZONA GO ON A CRUISE: A Reconciliation.

On a rainy afternoon in June, Arizona and Sofia were curled up on the couch together, watching an old movie, when Arizona's phone started vibrating against the coffee table.

"Hang on." Arizona grabbed the remote and paused the movie. She smiled at Sofia. "It's Mama."

Sofia grinned back. "Tell her we made brownies!"

Chuckling, Arizona stood up, answering the phone as she walked into the kitchen. "Hey, Callie."

"Hey," Callie breathed. "How are you?"

"Good," Arizona chirped. "Were you just calling to talk to Sofia, or…?"

She heard Callie exhale a shaky breath on the other end. "Uh, no. Actually, well…" Callie paused. "I have a question for you."

Arizona's brows furrowed. "Okay…"

On the other end of the line, Callie hesitated. Then: "Back when I was dating Penny, I got her, me, and Sofia tickets to this little cruise to Disneyworld and back."

Arizona waited.

"And, now, you know, we're not together, so…I have an extra ticket. And now you've moved to the City, and I thought…" Callie paused. "What if you came with us?"

Arizona wanted to make sure she was understanding things correctly. "You want us to go on a family cruise?"

"Yeah. I mean, if you want to, yeah."

"When is it?"

Again, Callie hesitated. "I, uh, just remembered it. It's…Monday?"

Arizona's eyebrows flew up. "Monday?!"

Sofia scurried into the room, curious about her moms' conversation. "What's happening on Monday?!"

Arizona pulled her close, affectionately running her fingers through dark hair. Into the phone, she hissed: "Callie, it would've been nice to know you had a plan to take our daughter on a week-long vacation."

"I would've told you! I forgot I even had the tickets. Really." Callie paused. "We could take her together?"

Arizona inhaled a sharp breath, thinking about all that a cruise with Callie could—or would have, once upon a time—entail. "I'll call the Chief and see if I can get the time off."

She heard Callie's smile, even from miles away. "Okay. That sounds good."

"Can I tell Sofia about it?"

"Sure. I'll talk to you both soon."

They said goodbye, and then Arizona focused her attention on Sofia, who was impatiently hopping around her, wanting to know what was going on.

Arizona grinned. "Guess what?"

Arizona did manage to get the week off, in the end. So, on Monday morning, she, Callie, and Sofia squished into a cab and headed for the port.

Sofia sat between them, reading the second Harry Potter book, and Callie looked over her head at Arizona. She was quiet, looking out the window. "I'm glad you could come."

Arizona's lips quirked up, though Callie noted that the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Me, too. It'll be good—spending time with Sofia as a family." She leaned down to kiss Sofia's hair.

"Might be a good chance for us to catch up, too," Callie added. "We've both been working a lot, lately."

Arizona felt like those big brown eyes could see straight into her soul so, finally, she looked away. "Yeah. I've been trying to stay busy."

Callie nodded. "Right."

A few hours later, it was finally time to board the ship. Sofia raced through what looked like a five-star hotel lobby: gold and Renaissance art prints and grandeur spread around her on all sides.

"Mama! Mommy! Look!" She raced up the spiral staircase, Callie and Arizona trailing behind her.

"This ship's decorative choices remind me of the Titanic's," Arizona realized. "Should we be worried?"

Callie smiled. "I'll keep you safe."

After exploring the decks, the pools, the hot tub, the gym, the spa, the library, and having a late lunch at one of the restaurants, they made their way down to their stateroom. Sofia stuck the keycard in the slot and then pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was relatively small—there was a desk, a couch made up into a small bed for Sofia, and a queen-sized bed in the center of the room.

"Oh." Callie bit her lip. "Shoot."

Sofia slid open the glass door and stood on their balcony outside, looking out at the port. "Whoa!"

Arizona met Callie's eyes. "There's, um, only one bed." She felt her stomach flutter.

Callie winced. "I see that. I'm sorry, I forgot to ask for another room layout."

Arizona inhaled a long breath. Be cool. "It's okay. It's a big bed. We'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

Arizona nodded. "We're adults. It'll be fine."

After dinner that evening, Sofia requested to go watch a Disney movie with all the other kids at the "kids camp" the cruise had set up. Which, of course, left Callie and Arizona alone, awkwardness suddenly spreading between them.

At nine, they went down to the lounge to check out the "dance party" event that was going on that night. Together, they sat at a table with their glasses of wine, watching parents make fools of themselves on the dance floor.

Arizona turned to Callie. "Do you wish she was here?"

Callie's brows furrowed. "Who? Penny? God no. I ended things with her, remember?"

"I know," Arizona nodded. "But you were together a long time. And I know how much you like being in love."

Callie shook her head. "I was never in love with her."

Arizona's eyebrow arched.

"I wanted to be," Callie explained. "But I know what it's like to love someone on a molecular level—a cellular level. That's not how it was with her."

Arizona pursed her lips. "That's how it was with you." She felt her cheeks grow hot.

Callie offered her a kind smile. "I know."

At that, two fathers danced toward them. One offered Callie his hand, and one offered his hand to Arizona.

One of them grinned. "The hubby and I thought you two looked like good dancers. Join us?"

Arizona began shaking her head. "I-" She paused, then laughed. "Okay, let's do it."

On the dancefloor, they followed the men's lead, mimicking their campy dance moves.

When a slow song started, the married couple immediately found each other, holding each other tight, a number of other couples slow-dancing around them.

Suddenly partnerless, Callie and Arizona met each other's eyes, and Arizona swore she could see longing there…

Feeling awkward, they backed up, headed for the sidelines. They sipped their wine in silence, looking out at everyone dancing.

Finally: "Are you ready to go get Sof?"

After tucking Sofia into bed and kissing her goodnight, Callie and Arizona took turns in their small bathroom to get ready for bed.

Finally, they each pulled down the covers on their "sides" of the bed.

"This feels weird."

Callie scooted into bed, pulling the blankets back up around her. "It does."

Arizona expertly removed her prosthesis, leaning it on her end-table, and then lay flat beside Callie, at the very edge of her side of the bed. There were two feet of empty space between them.

Callie turned onto her side. She could just barely make out Arizona's profile: her leonine hair, her strong jaw, her pronounced cheekbones, her shut eyes. She exhaled a long, sated breath. "It's been so long since I've seen you like this."

At that, Arizona mirrored Callie's position, turning on her side to face her. Her brows furrowed. "Like what?"

"I don't know. Soft."

Arizona was quiet for a long moment, thinking about the certain nakedness that came with night, and sleep—how it forbids that one wear any armor.

Interpreting Arizona's silence for hurt, Callie added, "I mean, it's just been a while since we've seen each other without makeup, or ready for bed, or whatever."

Arizona nodded. "You're right. It's been a while."

They shut their eyes, and Callie was just falling asleep when Arizona whispered, "I'm always soft, you know."

Callie blinked her eyes open, attempting to focus on the profile in front of her, Arizona's eyes fixed to the ceiling.

"I try to be strong, and brave, and stoic around you, but that doesn't mean I don't feel things."

Callie's voice came out breathy. "What do you feel now?"

Arizona shook her head. "I just keep thinking back to the first time we shared a bed together."

"Me, too." Callie scooted in a little, so that she no longer felt like she was about to fall off the bed, and patted the empty space beside her. "Get comfortable. It's okay. We'll stay on our respective sides."

Arizona scooched toward the center of the bed. When, finally, she was comfortable, she offered Callie a small smile. "Goodnight, Callie." She turned onto her back and shut her eyes.

Callie followed suit, turning on her back and looking up at the ceiling. "Goodnight, Arizona."

The next morning, the family of three ate breakfast together. The main restaurant had everything: bagels, toast, croissants, eggs, omelets, bacon, cereal, oatmeal, pancakes, French toast, waffles, fruit, and more. Sofia's plate was piled high with sugar.

"How'd you sleep, sweetie?"

Sofia answered with a mouth full of pancake. "Good. The couch was actually pretty comfy."

Arizona turned to Callie. "What about you?"

Callie swallowed her bite of toast. "Pretty well. Though I did wake up around 3a.m. to your arm and leg hooked tight around me."

Arizona felt her cheeks redden. "Oops."

Callie laughed.

Arizona lifted her hand up to her face. "You know I've always been a kind of violent sleeper."

Callie shrugged. "You kept me warm."

Sofia opted to go to the kids camp again, and Callie and Arizona went their separate ways, each wanting to explore the ship.

That afternoon, though, when Arizona went into the library to find a book to read, she found Callie already there, seated on the couch with her eyes on a book.

Arizona found a book for herself and then strode over to the couch, silently sitting down beside Callie. "Hey."

Callie turned and saw her. "Oh! Hey."

"What are you reading?"

"Mostly Dead Things by Kristen Arnett. I've heard it's good."

Arizona nodded.

"How about you?"

Arizona showed her the cover. "Oedipus. A classic."

Callie smirked. "You like Greek tragedies more than anyone I've ever met."

"I like the comedies, too!" Arizona defended. "This one jut asks interesting philosophical questions."

"Fate versus free will, right? I think I read it in college."

Arizona nodded. "Do you mind if I sit with you?"

Callie smiled. "I don't mind."

For the next hour, they sat side by side—close enough that their elbows brushed when they turned the pages.

Eventually, Callie yawned. "Mmm. I think I need a nap."

"Go for it. We're on vacation. We're supposed to be relaxing." Arizona scooted toward the end of the couch. "You can even nap here. No one's in this library but us."

"True," Callie hummed.

Arizona grabbed one of the pillows and set it at the edge of her thigh. "Here. Sleep."

"You sure?"

Arizona nodded. "I'm happy reading."

Callie shifted positions, lying on her side with her head on the pillow, her legs bent at the knee. She exhaled a long breath. "Okay. Goodnight."

Arizona chuckled. "Goodnight."

Callie found that she wasn't able to fall asleep, but, nevertheless, she kept her eyes shut, content to lie on the couch and relax to the sound of Arizona's steady breathing, the arrhythmic flip of the pages.

After a few minutes, her eyes twitched at the sensation of skin against skin: Arizona's fingers brushing black hair out of her face.

The contact only lasted a second, but, even after it ceased, Callie felt the echo of it, her brow tingling long after.

That afternoon, they went to the lower deck as a family. They splashed around the pool for a while and then staked out a few beach loungers in the shade, reading and relaxing in their swimsuits.

After a while, Sofia fell asleep, and Arizona strode over to cover her with a towel.

Callie smiled at her. "How are you? Are you having an okay time on the trip so far?"

Arizona plopped down beside her. "Yeah. You'll have to let me pay you back for my ticket."

Callie waved the idea off. "You're doing me a favor by being here. There's no way I could survive all the Disney alone. Disney's more your thing."

"It's more Sofia's thing," Arizona argued. She sighed. "I'm glad we can be together with her now without fighting. It's good for her to see that we still like each other, after everything."

Callie nodded. "It took a while to get here, but we did it." She grinned. "I very much like you."

Arizona rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious!"

"Good," Arizona conceded. "I like you, too."

The following night, Callie and Arizona found two seats in the back of the theater, ready to support the cruise's "Kids Camp Talent Show."

They sat down together, watching as two young girls showed off their cartwheels and then a big group of toddlers did the chicken dance with a staff member.

Finally, Sofia was up: "Hi, everybody. Tonight, I'm going to tell you all a bunch of chicken and egg yolks. I mean, jokes."

Callie cackled in response, and the rest of the parents offered polite chuckles.

Arizona smiled.

"Okay, how does a chicken get into a building?" Sofia paused for a long moment. Then: "Through the hentrance. And how does a chicken get out of a building?" She paused. "Through the eggsit."

This time, Arizona laughed, too. "These are awful."

"I know," Callie agreed. "I love them."

"So, if an apple grows on an apple tree and a lemon grows on a lemon tree, what does a chicken grow on?" Sofia waited. "POULTRY." That one earned her an honest laugh.

After Sofia finished her jokes and went backstage, Callie and Arizona kept politely watching the kids perform: a girl sang, a boy showed off his yo-yo tricks, and one kid break-danced surprisingly well.

Distracted by Callie sitting so close—the scent of her, so floral and clean—Arizona looked down at her tan arm on the armrest, the way her fingers tapped the wood in time with the music.

Slowly, she lifted her own forearm and settled it over Callie's, their bare skin brushing, her arm-hair suddenly standing up on end.

Surprised, Callie turned to look at her. She felt her heart kabooming in her chest.

Barely able to breathe, Arizona kept her eyes on the dancer.

The following day was hectic: Disneyworld and its accompanying chaos. Callie, Arizona, and Sofia were out from dawn until dusk, riding rides, eating food, and exploring the magic that was Disney.

When they got back onto the ship after dark, Sofia pleaded to go eat dinner with the kids camp, and Callie and Arizona let her.

Callie focused her attention on Arizona. "What now?"

"I was thinking about soaking in the hot tub for a bit. You're welcome to join me."

With everyone worn out from the busy day and likely sleeping early, Callie and Arizona had the hot tub to themselves.

Arizona removed her prosthesis and slid into the hot water. Callie slid into the seat across from her, resting her head on the edge and shutting her eyes. "This is so nice."

Arizona just nodded as she felt her sore muscles relax in the heat. Her leg instantly felt better after a long day of walking and standing around.

"So remind me about the story of Oedipus."

"He was a mythic Greek king," Arizona recounted. "And his parents abandoned him at birth, because it was prophesized that he would kill his father and marry his mother. So since they're royalty, so they tell one of their lackeys to take him up onto a mountain and kill him, but he doesn't. Someone finds him, and he grows up elsewhere, adopted by another family. And then, as it turns out, he did kill his father—but he didn't know, because he didn't know that his adoptive parents weren't his biological parents."

Callie nodded.

"And, by the time he learns, he's already married to his mother—the queen—and has kids with her. And he really had no idea that she is his mom until then. And when he goes back to the palace, he sees that his wife—and mother—has killed herself, and then he sticks pins into his eyes."

"Oh my god."

"It's a tragedy, Callie," Arizona reminded her. "It's not supposed to have a happy ending."

"Still."

"It's just interesting—he was fated to kill his father and marry his mother and, even though he was raised by other people, far away, the prophecy still came true."

"The Greeks are macabre."

Arizona laughed. "Agreed."

They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Arizona heard Callie inhale and exhale a loud breath, and it reminded her of the times she used to relax her. With a bath, a massage, her tongue…

She shut her eyes. Nope. Stop that.

But, really, she couldn't help it, and, just like that, she was turned on. Something about the hot tub's warmth and wetness left her wanting. Or maybe it was just Callie, so close and yet so out of reach.

Callie broke her out of her revelry. "Do you mind if I turn on the jets for a little while?"

Arizona shook her head. "I don't mind." And then the welcome pressure against her back, her thighs, a lower jet bubbled—just barely—against her center. She shut her eyes, thinking of Callie.

Callie exhaled another breath. If she circled her hips—just the tiniest bit—she could feel the jet's steady pressure against her clit. She shut her eyes and immediately thought of Arizona.

Arizona worked hard to steady her breathing. She stretched out her legs and accidentally hit Callie's. Rather than wrenching away, though, Callie's other foot trailed up Arizona's calf, her knee…

Her eyes still shut, Callie motioned toward the space beside her. "Come closer."

Carefully, Arizona floated toward Callie and then settled in the space to her right. She leaned back into the pressure of the jets.

Callie's eyes fluttered open. "Are you sore? We walked a lot today." Instinctively, her hand fell to a milky thigh.

Arizona shivered. It was hard to bear—the feel of Callie's thumb moving ever so slightly against the scar on her leg. She wanted that hand to move higher, higher…

And then it became too much: Arizona moved away, toward the ladder, needing to escape.

Callie's brows knit together. "Arizona? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just…hot." Arizona began to towel off and then donned her prosthesis.

Callie stood up.

"Oh, no. You don't have to get out." Arizona couldn't meet her eyes, just waved her away.

"I'm getting out." Callie grabbed her towel. "You're upset."

Arizona shook her head. "I'm not."

They walked inside and got on the elevator together, and Callie pushed the button for their stateroom's floor, her eyes never straying from Arizona's face. Quietly: "Are you okay?"

Arizona nodded, but she refused to meet her eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. Okay?"

Arizona looked up at her face. She dug her nails into the palm of her hand, willing her tears not to fall. "You didn't mean it?"

Callie swallowed the lump in her throat. "No."

They spent the next day at Disneyworld again, with Callie and Arizona pretending that nothing had happened between them. When they got to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, they had to run to catch up with Sofia as she explored all the merchandise, begging for a cloak and a wand.

As they bussed back to the port, Sofia fell asleep, cuddling her wand like a puppy.

Arizona gestured toward her. "Callie. Look."

Callie looked at their daughter, curled up like a little angel. "She's so cute."

Back on the ship, Sofia went to the Kids Camp Dance Party after dinner, leaving Callie and Arizona alone again.

Callie turned to Arizona. "What should we do?"

Arizona shrugged. "I've been wanting to check out the steam room downstairs."

Callie grinned. "I'm in. Let's go."

Downstairs in the spa, they sat across from each other on the tiled benches, barely able to see each other amid all the steam.

Callie exhaled a long breath. "Wow. This is nice."

Arizona shut her eyes for a while, feeling her hair get wetter and wetter, sticking to the back of her neck. She tried to wipe the sweat from her face, but it was no use. She focused instead on Callie: she sat perfectly still, her eyes shut, her face red from the heat. A drop of sweat pearled her shoulder, and Arizona wanted to blur it with her lips, take Callie's salt into her, taste her.

Callie opened her eyes and caught Arizona staring.

Quickly, Arizona turned away.

Callie tried to meet her eyes. "What were you thinking about?"

"When?"

"Just now. You were looking at me."

Arizona bit her lip.

Callie sighed. "I'm sorry if I crossed a line last night, touching you. I wasn't really thinking."

Arizona's voice was almost inaudible. "You don't have to be sorry. For anything." She looked deeply into Callie's endless browns and, without breaking eye contact, Callie strode over, sitting right beside her.

Arizona looked at her, unsure. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting next to you."

"Callie…" Arizona pleaded. "We can't-"

"What?"

"I know you didn't mean anything by it, but…" Arizona paused. "We can't. It'll mean something to me."

Callie's breath shuddered out. "Of course it meant something to me—last night. I…wanted to touch you." She paused. "Like always."

"You did?"

Callie nodded. She pushed her dark wet hair out her face and felt water droplets trail down her back in response. "So tell me. What were you thinking about?

Arizona exhaled a pleading breath. "Callie…"

They were sitting so close that Callie could make out every freckle on her face and shoulders, could see every laugh-line. She tried to hold their gaze. "Come on."

"Are you sure?"

Almost imperceptibly, Callie nodded.

And, as another droplet began descending down a tan upper arm, Arizona ducked her head, mouthing its wetness with her tongue. This soft, salted skin…

Arizona ran her tongue over it.

Callie inhaled a sharp breath.

Arizona moved her lips higher, nipping a shoulder, sucking on the column of Callie's neck.

"Arizona…" Automatically, Callie's hand dropped to her thigh.

"This is what I was thinking about," Arizona breathed, her lips never stilling. "The taste of you." She pushed away heavy black hair, giving herself better access to Callie's neck.

In the heat of the steam room, Arizona's mouth felt almost cool against Callie's skin, and she shivered.

Arizona brushed her lips against a tan cheek. "This is what I was thinking about."

Then, suddenly, the shock of cold air, the door opening and shutting. Instinctively, Arizona pulled away created more space between their bodies.

An older woman sat on the bench across from them. "It's nice in here. Mind if I join y'all?"

Arizona willed her heart to slow down, and Callie shut her eyes, working to dampen her want. "Sure."

"Alrighty, Sof," Callie prompted at breakfast the next morning, "What's been your favorite part of this trip, so far?"

"Harry Potter World! It was so cool, and I loved the butter beer. It tasted so cool."

"Great choice," Arizona smiled. "Disneyworld's fun but, now that you're reading the Harry Potter books, the Harry Potter stuff is exciting." She turned to Callie. "And, Callie, what's been your favorite part so far?"

Callie shrugged. "All of it. I'm just happy to be with my family."

After a fun day of playing in the pool and eating French food for dinner, Callie, Arizona, and Sofia strode into the auditorium for the family movie night.

The cruise workers had lain blankets and pillows and mattresses all over the floor, and their family quickly found a spot.

"I'll be right back." Callie turned to go, and Arizona and Sofia lay down, pulling a blanket over themselves.

Hiding her head under the blanket, Sofia risked, "I don't ever want to go home."

Arizona's brows flew up. Insistently, she tried to take the blanket off their daughter's head, but Sofia held on tight so, finally, she opted to hide under the blanket with her. "Sof. What do you mean?"

Sofia pouted out her lower lip. "I don't want to go back. I like it better here, with you, me, and Mama all together."

"Popcorn delivery for Sofia Robin Sloan Torres." Callie lowered herself into the space between them, her hand clutching a big bowl of popcorn. She pulled down the blanket to offer Sofia a piece.

Sofia shook her head, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

Callie turned to Arizona. "What's wrong?"

Arizona bit her bottom lip. "Sof, can you tell Mama what you just told me?"

Sofia turned to face them. "I don't want to go back. I like it best when you and Mommy are together, and when we go home, you won't be."

"Oh, Sof…" Callie leaned in, kissing silky brown hair. "You know we're never far."

"But you could be closer," Sofia insisted. "We could all live together again!"

The opening credits were beginning, and Arizona whispered, "We'll talk about this later, okay, Sof? You don't have to worry right now."

Resigned, Sofia turned her attention to the huge projected movie and fisted a handful of popcorn.

Callie and Arizona looked straight ahead, too, afraid to meet each other's eyes. When their shoulders brushed, Arizona scooted away, afraid to touch. She was afraid of everything. And, really, she didn't want to live separately again any more than Sofia wanted them to. Really, she'd never wanted that. She'd always wanted Callie: her wife, her soulmate, the love of her life.

She looked at Callie's face, saw the way she was worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, and she knew that what Sofia had said to them had affected her, too. Arizona moved closer again, lightly bumping a tan shoulder with hers.

Seeing Arizona's gentle smile, Callie ducked her head, pressing her lips to a bare shoulder.

Feeling Callie exhale a warm breath against her skin, Arizona shut her eyes.

Callie lifted up her arm and wrapped it around Arizona's back, fingertips running over her side.

Arizona inhaled a sharp breath, felt wildflowers bloom in her stomach. She nuzzled in closer and reached for Callie's other hand, entwining their fingers. "Is this okay?"

Callie just nodded, too overwhelmed with the scent and feel of her to speak. She kissed a sweet-smelling cheek, her fingers finding the bottom hem of Arizona's shirt. She trailed a forefinger across the skin she found beneath.

Arizona felt her breath come out ragged. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with want.

And, then, Callie was no longer watching the movie. How could she, when a simple swipe of her finger—there—across Arizona's bare skin made the blonde squeeze her eyes shut like that. Her skin was so smooth, body so soft, Callie could hardly bear it—only getting to touch the tiniest bit. She wanted so much more.

The next day, they all spent the morning in the pool, and then went to the library for a while to read, and then Sofia hurried off to go join the other kids at camp.

Callie smiled at Arizona. "It's so warm out today. I was thinking about reading on the couches in the shade on the deck, if you want to come."

Arizona's head was bobbing up and down before Callie even finished. "I want."

"Let's go."

After an hour of reading in their swimsuits, Arizona yawned.

"Nap time?" Callie joked.

Arizona nodded. "Yes. We're still on vacation. I'm going for it." She lay down, tucking a pillow under her head, then held her hand out toward Callie. "Come join me?"

Her stomach erupting with butterflies, Callie took the proffered hand and scooted into the space behind Arizona, curling around her like a parenthesis. Careful not to touch. The space between them was minute, but she was so afraid to cross it. To wrap her arm around Arizona and pull her tight against her chest, the way she used to.

"Closer."

Callie edged forward—just an inch.

Still not satisfied, Arizona scooched back, her butt rubbing against pelvis.

Callie held back a groan, her voice breathy. "Arizona…"

Arizona smiled. "Goodnight."

Gingerly, Callie lifted her arm and draped it around Arizona's middle. "'Night."

That night, Callie, Arizona, and Sofia all decided to dress up for the night's dance party. Arizona wore a red dress and a pair of boots, and Callie wore a sleeveless black dress with flats. Sofia wore the Frozen's Elsa dress they'd bought her at Disneyworld.

Sofia's mouth fell open when Arizona walked out of the bathroom. "Mommy! You look so pretty."

Callie's eyes darkened. "You do."

"So do you." Arizona shyly met Callie's eyes, then grinned at Sofia. "We're a pretty family. huh?"

Sofia giggled. "Yes. We're the most pretty."

On the dance floor, Callie and Arizona only got a few minutes to dance with Sofia before she ran off to dance with her friends. They moved to the sidelines, sipping their wine at a small table while they watched all the kids run around and try to do "disco."

Then, Arizona turned, her eyes fixing on Callie's face. "You're so beautiful."

Callie felt her stomach do a backflip, her face instantly hot. "Thank you."

"Not just tonight, I mean," Arizona added. "Even in pajamas, you take my breath away."

Callie reached out for Arizona's hand and lifted it to her lips for a quiet kiss.

From the speakers, the first few notes of a slow song.

Arizona stood up and pulled lightly on Callie's hand. "Come on. Dance with me."

They walked hand-in-hand onto the dancefloor, where a number of couples were already dancing.

Immediately, Callie's hand found Arizona's hip, and Arizona's hand cradled the back of Callie's neck, her fingers lightly threading through black hair.

Callie shut her eyes, pulling Arizona closer as they began to sway, her hand softly rubbing against a lower back, exploring that soft body…

Cheek-to-cheek, Arizona shut her eyes, relishing in the feel of Callie's body flush against hers, soft breasts against her breasts, that hand on her back holding their bodies tightly together.

Callie inhaled the scent of blonde hair. She felt a pounding heart, and she didn't know if it was hers or Arizona's. Maybe both. Quietly: "When you touch me, my entire body starts humming."

Arizona's fingers knotted in that thick black hair, holding Callie tight against her. "I know."

Callie shut her eyes as they continued to sway side-to-side. "Even when you look at me—like you did tonight. With so much love I can hardly bear it."

Arizona let her warm breath wash over the shell of Callie's ear. "You know how I feel about you."

Holding back a groan, Callie pulled her impossibly closer. "I always thought you were my happy ending. You know?"

Arizona pulled back to look Callie in the eyes, and then slow song morphed into something fast-paced. While everyone began to boogie around them, Callie and Arizona stood stock-still in front of each other.

Finally, Callie reached for her hand. "Come on. Let's go outside."

They made their way up to the upper deck. With no visible land or light on either side of them, the stars were legion and spread around them on all sides. They stood together at the edge, looking out at the rippling water.

Arizona lifted her hand to the small of Callie's back, running over it softly, her heart like a machine gun in her chest. "Tell me it's not just me."

Callie turned to face her, their bodies inches apart. "It's not just you."

She stared at Callie's face, the way her eyes seemed to sparkle under the light of the stars. "Calliope…"

Callie felt her breath hitch in her throat, her heart immediately beating in her ears.

"You have to say it."

"Say what?"

Arizona exhaled an uneven breath. "You're the only woman I ever want. Out of everyone in the world. You made me believe in soulmates."

Callie's chest filled with warmth.

"You have to say it."

Callie thought back: to that appointment, that therapist, that time she'd said she wasn't sure if she still believed in soulmates. Arizona's fallen face. How she'd said it again and again afterwards. How she couldn't believe anymore, knowing what she knew. Because what was the good of two people destined to be together if they were destined to be miserable?

Callie felt her eyes well up with tears. "I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

Arizona bit her lip.

"But I don't know if I still believe in soulmates-"

Arizona's face fell.

"…Not the way I used to. After everything, I don't want to. I don't think we're fated to be together. I think we have free will—we can choose who we want to be with. And I choose you."

A slow smile spread across Arizona's face, her eyes shining bright. She reached out for Callie's cheek, her thumb running over the soft skin. Callie wrapped her arms around a narrow middle, pulling their bodies together tight, breaths catching.

Their lips met with a fervor—six years of holding back, of wanting, of remembering—and they were instantly breathless, clutching each other desperately, hands moving everywhere, breaths flowing between open mouths.

Callie's pelvis pressed against hers, and Arizona couldn't stop the moan that escaped her mouth.

Callie swallowed the sound with a smile, her entire body beginning to thrum. Just like always. "Arizona…"

Arizona's hands moved down: cupping breasts, moving down sides, wrapping tight around Callie's back. I love you, she panted between kisses. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

"I love you." Callie groaned. "And I've never wanted anyone," kiss, "like this." Kiss.

"I know." Arizona moved her hands down strong arms.

Callie shuddered: Arizona kissed her, and her body turned to smoke. Arizona kissed her, and her eyes filled with tears. Arizona kissed her, and she felt her heart arching forward in her chest, lurching toward another soul.

Reluctantly, Arizona pulled back. "We should go get Sof. The dance party's probably wrapping up."

Callie entwined their fingers as they walked toward the elevator. "Do we tell her?"

Arizona bit her lip. "Are you ready? To be together, to live together again?"

Callie squeezed her hand. "I don't want to waste another second."