AN; Sorry it's taken me so long. Life has been hectic, and I've actually had half of this written for months but never got inspired to finish it. But that happened today, so at least that's something. I have been watching GA and I'm so upset about Jessica and Sarah's departure. Definitely not expected and really disappointed. I don't buy that crap about how there was nothing more to write for them creatively. But nevertheless, I wish them both well. I hope to see Jessica another project and would love for Calzona to have their happy ending when the series ends. However, excited for Teddy's return, she was one of my favorites. I hope you guys enjoy this, it's a pretty long chapter so maybe it will make up for lost time.

XO

Chapter 22: Say Nothing At All

"You're going to need to sedate me. Immediately."

"Relax, they're just nervous."

"It's making me more nervous!"

Natalie shook her head as they made their way down the hall towards the Neuro wing.

After finding out what room Arizona was going to be in before and after surgery, the Robbins' proceeded to rush through, making sure her hospital bag that contained clothes and accessories she would need during her stay were put away neatly. The Colonel had an itinerary planned out two days prior, making sure his daughter got enough sleep and was getting enough vitamins and nutrients to aid in her recovery post-op.

Callie had been nice enough to email Daniel the work outs Arizona was required to do to ensure her muscles were strong enough to handle the new leg, and had been pestering her each morning at the butt crack of dawn to participate. Callie could be a chicken shit sometimes.

Her mother had been cooking and cleaning incessantly under every nook and cranny.

When they weren't completely and utterly up her ass the rest of their time went to their granddaughter, playing games and watching movies, just basic quality time. Sofia ate it all up, not getting to see her grandparents very often in person.

Arizona rolled her eyes as she watched her mom pull the covers down from her hospital bed, making sure all the sheets were tucked in perfectly.

Barbara Robbins never met a pillow she couldn't fluff.

"Mom, is that really necessary?"

"I'm just making sure these are clean sheets, Arizona."

Natalie just smirked. She had breezed through the past few days with flying colors. At least, she thought she had. There had only been a few minutes of awkward introductions, but for the most part she got along with the elder Robbins' for the most part. She bonded with Barbara over recipes and the Colonel with war history.

"Mom, I'm a board member. They're not going to give me dirty sheets," the blonde rolled her eyes. Her parents meant well, but holy crap she was at her wit's end.

Natalie cleared her throat, "Why don't you go ahead and get your gown on and we'll just wait outside?"

"I guess. Callie should be here with Sofia soon."

"Alright, well we'll just wait outside for them to get here while you do that," Daniel offered. "See you in a bit." Barbara gave one more glance at the room before following her husband out into the waiting area. The door wasn't even closed before Arizona breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know they mean well but there is a reason why I didn't want them to visit for this."

It was the same reason she didn't want them to visit after the plane crash. On one hand, she didn't want her parents to witness the pain and agony their only surviving child was going through. On the other, they were so overbearing. And Arizona knew they meant well, losing a son so young and almost a daughter, but it gave her immense anxiety. Anxiety that she just didn't want to take out on them.

But there was no way in hell her parents would allow themselves to be absent again. They so much as told her so when she called them one night after work to tell them the news.

"Well in about an hour you will be too relaxed to care," Natalie replied, handing the blonde a gown from the closet.

Arizona shrugged, throwing her jacket over a chair and trading in her boots for a pair of hospital socks. "You didn't have to take today off."

"I know, but I wanted to. I might check in on a few patients but other than that, I'll probably just be in the waiting room with your parents."

"They seem to like you."

And they did. Her parents weren't half as critical as she thought they were going to be, and Arizona wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Maybe they were just focused on the surgery and spending time with Sofia, not wanting to get too into an interrogation with her new girlfriend. Maybe.

"I hope so."

###

"I like what you guys have done with the place. Very…modern."

Daniel rolled his eyes at his wife's demonstration of small talk. Callie, on the other hand, ate it up. It had been a while since she had seen Barbara and Daniel in person and not on a phone screen, miles away. She was just as frazzled and anxious inside as she imagined she'd be. Thank God for Sofia to serve as an exceptional ice breaker the past couple of days. The little girl didn't know it, but she had saved her mother from a lot of awkward conversations about things she really didn't want to discuss with her ex-wife's parents.

"Thanks, you wouldn't believe the number of meetings we had to decide on color, furniture, plants. Just talking about what kind of office chairs to order was torture enough," Callie explained. "Of course, I had to give my two cents on proper lumbar support…"

"Of course, lumbar support is important," Barbara offered.

Callie smiled, "Exactly."

Even Sofia couldn't help raising an eyebrow at probably the most boring conversation she had ever witnessed. She looked to her grandma, "Can we go to the cafeteria and get a snack?" All this 'adult' talk was making her hungry.

Barbara nodded, "Sure, we've got some time before your mom goes into surgery. Come on Daniel," she added. Callie might not be with her daughter anymore, but she knew better than to leave her alone in the presence of her husband.

"Callie, you'll let us know when Dr. Shepherd arrives for the pre-op evaluation?" Daniel asked pointedly. "I have some questions."

The brunette nodded, "Yes sir, right when she gets here."

Chicken shit.

"Bye mommy," Sofia waved, holding her grandma's hand with the other.

Callie waved back, shouldering her purse. That wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

"You look like you're about to pee your pants."

Leave it to Meredith to ruin her moment.

"Gee, thanks," she replied dryly.

"I'm just saying," the general surgeon shrugged, sipping on her coffee. "If you thought you weren't being weird, think again."

"Anyways," Callie sighed, "What are you doing here? General surgeries that way," she pointed with her finger.

"Really? I had no idea," Meredith rolled her eyes, "I just thought I'd come down here and witness your awkwardness and see Arizona before she goes into surgery. I ran into Amelia at the coffee cart so she should be on her way up here in a couple of minutes."

"I haven't even been in to see Arizona yet. Her parents just took Sofia to the cafeteria for something to eat. It's still going to be a little bit before they take her to the OR," Callie explained, picking at her thumbnail.

Meredith glanced at the movement, "And how are you?"

"I'm fine, just anxious to get this over with."

"Seriously? Even though the last time Arizona was in an OR she was getting her leg amputated while you were in the next room saving my husband's hand?"

She could also leave it to Meredith to be blunt and see right through her. Perhaps it was because they had known each other for a while, or maybe the other woman had been through enough crap to know every emotion that a human being could feel. Or maybe just because it was Meredith.

"It's different this time," Callie answered carefully. "A different surgery, with a different outcome. I know Amelia knows what she's doing, everything's going to be fine."

"Doesn't mean you can't be worried, or that it doesn't stir up the fear and misery of what you went through, or what she went through."

PTSD, it never really goes away. Meredith, along with everyone else on that plane, had to find that out the hard way. There were still some nights she would wake up with the smell of burning oil in her nostrils, only to realize she was in her bedroom. Every time she heard a news reporter's voice informing the world of another plane crash, she tended to drop whatever was in her hands at the time. Those days when Seattle was even more cold and rainy, she still felt an ache in her thigh, and if she closed her eyes long enough, she could feel the dirt on her face, the broken twigs in her hair.

The point is, she carried that burden with her on a daily basis. And she wasn't the only one.

"It's gonna be okay, it has to be." That was all Callie knew at this point.

Meredith shrugged, "I'm just saying. Things like this, they tend to trigger bad memories. And even though she doesn't say it, they're there."

###

True to her word, Natalie had Tia, the pre-op nurse, sedate the fidgety blonde while they got her settled in the hospital bed. She thought Amelia was just exaggerating when she made the comment last night before leaving the hospital. Apparently she was right. Doctors made the worst patients, but surgeons, it was a whole new type of pain in the ass.

She pulled the covers over Arizona's lap lightly, relieved that any minute now, the blonde would get some relaxation. It had been a stressful week for her as well, although she wouldn't admit it out loud. Meeting her girlfriend's parents and spending a little more time than usual with Sofia had been an adjustment. Not that she didn't want to, she was glad to get an inside peek into Arizona's life. And Natalie felt she was just now touching the surface.

Although it had been several months, Natalie knew there was so much more to know about the woman she was sharing a bed with most nights. This experience had truly been proof that yes, she was committed to this person, in good times and bad.

A knock on the door broke the brunette out of her thoughts.

Another brunette head peeked in. Natalie smiled, waving the visitor in.

She had never dated someone with a child, therefore never had to deal with her girlfriend's ex constantly in the picture. It had been an adjustment and tested her every insecurity. And Callie wasn't a bad person, which made it all the more difficult for Natalie, because she actually kind of liked the Ortho goddess. She also kind of didn't, because Callie was smart, and funny, and beautiful. But more importantly, she knew Arizona in a way that no one else probably would. Callie endured more with Arizona that no one else probably would.

She tried not to let the fear that just maybe, she wasn't enough, get to her. Natalie liked to believe that she could give Arizona everything that Callie had, only if the blonde would let her. More importantly, she was determined to prove that she could give Arizona everything that Callie couldn't.

Maybe she just needed more time.

"Hey," Callie greeted, smiling at her before nodding in the direction of the nurse, who continued to document the blonde's vitals. "Has she tried to escape yet?"

Natalie chuckled, "Not yet. She might have if it wasn't for the sedation."

Her smile dropped slightly as she eyed Arizona carefully, "Oh, she's sedated?" As discreetly as possible she met Tia's eyes, who nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah," Natalie replied. "Amelia suggested it earlier and then Arizona requested it once we got here. I think the nerves got to her."

Callie knew better than anyone that the blonde did not fare well under light sedation. It didn't knock her out, but it didn't exactly calm her down.

"Oh," was all she could say. It seemed like Arizona was sleeping, or she just had her eyes closed. Maybe she had grown out of it. She took a further look at clear bag hanging on the IV pole, perusing the label.

"Something wrong?" the neurosurgeon asked.

"No, it's just that –"

"Morning lady lovers," Amelia greeted, smirking. She absolutely loved making things awkward. Perhaps it came with being the youngest sibling, or maybe it was just her personality. She knew going into today that it would be a little intense and emotional for everyone, so she tried to implement her talents to take the edge off. Regardless of how weird she made it.

"You are a walking HR violation."

Amelia winked, "And yet, I am still here. How you feeling Robbins?" She pulled a penlight from out of her pocket to check the blonde's pupils, smirking when all she got was a snort in response, followed by a series of giggles. Callie tried hard to hold in her laughter.

"I guess that means you're doing pretty well," Amelia asked again. "How long ago did you give her the good stuff?"

Tia glanced at her watch, "Not long, about 10 minutes or so." Blue eyes finally peeked open, eyeing her surroundings carefully. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. With her Type-A personality, it was a rare occurrence.

"I think she was starting to doze in and out," Natalie added.

"I'm surprised you didn't do the assessment for me."

Natalie shrugged, "I almost did, but reminded myself that you're the surgeon here." Callie observed her ex-wife quietly while the two neurosurgeons spoke. Blue eyes continued to wander around the room aimlessly, void of any awareness. Arizona was definitely feeling the effects.

"So we've got about another 20 minutes before we take you to the OR, so just get some rest, and then we'll get you some more rest later. Just stay relaxed okay? I'm gonna go talk to your dad, he had a few more questions he wanted to run by me," Amelia said.

Arizona finally glanced at the crowd surrounding her bed, and she couldn't for the life of her hold back another series of snorts followed by laughter. It was just too funny and ironic. The women chuckled along with her. Arizona wasn't quite sure what they were laughing at. Maybe they were laughing at her, but truthfully, she was laughing at them.

Natalie rubbed her arm, "What's so funny?"

"It's probably just the effects from the sedation," Amelia said, typing in some notes on her tablet. Patients reacted differently to any medication, and it seemed like her colleague and friend reacted like this. It didn't surprise her, but it was highly amusing to see.

Arizona continued to giggle, "I'm sorry," she inhaled deeply, "I'm so sorry…it's just –" she cackled again, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Callie laughed a little. She couldn't help it. Arizona was just so cute when she giggled, and she hadn't heard the blonde laugh this hard in a long time.

"What is it?" Natalie persisted.

"It's just," Arizona started, gesturing to them, "I've seen all of you naked."

And suddenly it wasn't funny anymore.

Looks of shock appeared on all the brunette's faces.

Arizona laughed even harder, grasping her side.

###

"Wilson, a little suction here," Amelia instructed coolly as the resident obliged.

She rarely got nervous, except for the occasional long, complicated, grueling surgery. But even she couldn't stand the watchful eyes of what felt like everybody in the gallery.

"This isn't my first rodeo, you don't need to stand over my shoulder like that."

"I'm not over your shoulder."

Amelia sighed, glancing up in the direction of a very curt, somewhat pissed off Ortho goddess. It kind of made her wish she was the one having brain surgery.

So far the operation was going flawlessly and she was looking forward to getting the hell out of here. She could use a snack and nap. After a light snooze, Arizona would be up and responsive enough to do her post-op exam. And hopefully by that time, the dust will have settled. For the good of the patient, of course.

"You're mad." Might as well just face it head on, like how she approached everything else in her life.

"I can't believe neither of you thought to mention anything."

Wilson snorted, keeping her eyes focused on the brain in front of her. Arizona definitely had a type. This was one of the reasons why she loved this hospital so much. That she could stand here and assist on a highly innovative surgery around physicians she admired beyond words. But at the end of the day, they were all human with their own baggage. Ridiculously funny baggage at that.

The resident had the pleasure of witnessing the aftermath of Arizona's giggling secret. She couldn't wait to tell Alex.

"Oh come on Callie, it's not like it means anything."

"When you have a history with my ex-wife, and then I proceed to work with you for years, it means something." Callie crossed her arms, trying not to distract Amelia from the task at hand, but she was pissed. Truthfully, she shouldn't have been, because they weren't married anymore. She thought about the minor tiff she had with the blonde years ago. Arizona had informed her of every person in the hospital she had slept with prior to meeting Callie, and that was the end of the conversation. Apparently not.

In their defense, Amelia wasn't a surgeon at the hospital at the time.

But still, she wasn't okay with it.

"I wouldn't call it history," Amelia replied, beginning to close. Normally she would've let a resident do this, but at Callie's request she stayed until the very end. A request she was seriously regretting agreeing to.

"Amelia," Callie warned.

"I'm just saying," the neurosurgeon glanced up, "It's not like we were together or anything. We were young and stupid at Hopkins. Neither of us exactly in a good place. It was never anything other than friendship. I'm sorry she brought it up like that, but it was the sedation."

"I know, the sedation always makes her loopy," Callie sighed. "I was just thrown off guard."

"Well you shouldn't be. She's your ex-wife, remember?"

Dark eyes narrowed, "Yes, I'm aware."

"Good. I mean if anything Natalie should be the one upset," Amelia added, glancing up in the theater to make sure the neurosurgeon hadn't made her way back after checking on a few patients.

"Dr. Castro's way too cool for that," Jo commented. Amelia simply blinked, then chuckled before quickly trying to change the subject in that moment.

"And I'm not?"

"Well," Jo glanced up, "Not really…"

"Thanks, Wilson," Callie replied dryly.

"So you knew about Tia already?" Amelia asked, curious as to why the nurse got off easy in the interaction following Arizona's revelation.

Callie nodded, checking the time on the clock, "Yeah, and her sister."

"Nurse Tia AND her sister?!"

"Yeah…but not at the same time."

###

It wasn't that long ago since she'd had surgery, but she had forgotten how annoying it was to be woken up from the anesthesia. You wouldn't think that a dose of Propofol could put you out like that, but once you drifted off, you were out like a light.

Of course, everyone reacted differently once they went under. Some people had dreams about anything and everything. Trippy ones, where you're riding a lion through a long hallway only to reach that relative that you hated with every fiber of your being. Some people saw their loved ones who had passed on, greeting them like they were never gone. Others saw answers they had been searching a lifetime for. And then there were those that didn't dream at all. Their eyes closed for a second, and then they opened.

When she flatlined after the plane crash, she didn't remember anything in that moment, except for the fact that she couldn't breathe.

But later on, she dreamed she was running along the beach somewhere. It wasn't Seattle because the sun was shining and the sand felt soft against her feet as she jogged at a steady pace. And one at the time, others joined her. Callie, Mark, Lexie, Meredith, Derek, Teddy, Owen, Christina, the list went on. She remembered being surprised. She didn't know everybody was so athletic. Mark had Sofia in her little carrier, but he kept up with them. It was only when Arizona turned to her right that she saw her brother, his hair sticking to his forehead. He had that grin on his face, the one she herself had. Tim glanced mischievously at her, challenging her in the way that never needed words, before taking off, leaving her in the dust. Or sand, if you will.

The whole thing really pissed her off even more after she woke up. It didn't help that the first thing she saw was her wife's terrified face, followed by the feeling that something was missing. It wasn't until very shortly after that she realized just how big that something was.

That didn't happen this time. She didn't dream of anything or anyone. It wasn't until she felt someone peel back her eyelids and saw the flash of a penlight that she knew it was over. But damn, she was still so sleepy. Her throat was sore, from the intubation, but she answered whatever godforsaken question asked just to get Amelia to shut the hell up and leave her alone. Thankfully it ended quickly, followed by a hasty, "Thanks for ratting me out, Robbins," whispered in her ear. She'd have to follow up on that later. But for now, Arizona just wanted to sleep more. Everyone would understand, and her parents and Callie would keep Sofia occupied until she was ready to wake up again.

The next time her eyes voluntarily opened, the sun had already set behind the Space Needle. She heard the steady beep of the machine next to her bed. And she saw Callie, fast asleep on the sofa.

Even though she had just woken up, she desperately wanted some company, someone to talk to. Laying here in bed, she felt like a patient. Which she was, but she didn't want to be. Arizona flexed her fingers before reaching for the Styrofoam cup of ice water on the table. She grabbed a single ice cube, checked her distance, and tossed it in Callie's direction. It landed smack dab in the middle of the brunette's forehead before scattering into pieces on the floor.

Arizona should've known it would take more than an ice cube to wake the hibernating bear that was Callie Torres. It was one of the many endearing things about her. There were only a select few things that would wake her up.

Someone had been nice enough to leave her phone on the table as well. She grabbed it and unlocked it. Within seconds a shrill noise erupted from the sofa, followed by a loud thump. How was she supposed to know Callie would fall off the couch?

Arizona watched in amusement as the brunette groaned before reaching for her own phone, which still remained safely on the couch. She shook the sleep away, prepared for an emergency that would require her full attention. Well, it wasn't an emergency.

Callie looked up suddenly from her device, before glaring at her.

"You paged?" her voice had that raspy tone to it, the voice that used to send shivers down her spine.

The blonde shrugged, waving her own phone in the air, "You wouldn't wake up."

Callie gathered her hair into a ponytail, still not amused. "So you paged me."

"I threw ice at you."

Callie blinked, "When?"

"Before I paged you. We both know you don't wake up easily."

"Fair enough," Callie replied, realizing she was still on the floor. She rose slowly, cracking her back and glancing on the window. Finally, they met eyes again, but only briefly. The brunette studied the vitals on the monitor. Only when she was satisfied with the numbers she was seeing did she sit down, this time at the chair immediately next to Arizona's bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm ready to get out of here. I'm bored already."

Callie smirked, "I had a feeling you'd say that. But everything went well, and Amelia's post-op exam was good. If you even remember it."

"Not really. I remember being annoyed with her waking me up. I didn't realize I'd be asleep the rest of the day."

"You were tired, it's understandable. I doubt you'll sleep through the night though."

"Well if I need to I can have the nurse –"

"You don't need any more of that. You already got yourself in trouble once today," Callie interrupted cryptically.

Arizona blinked, "What are you talking about?"

The brunette chuckled, "It's not important. Actually–we'll just talk about it later. How are you really feeling?"

Arizona's admitted this more than enough times, but there was something refreshing, yet infuriating how well Callie still knew her. It was also annoying how she knew when she was lying.

"My head might hurt…but only a little," she stressed. "And…I'm still tired. I could probably fall asleep if I wanted, but I'm also hungry. But I'm scared if I eat, I might feel sick."

Callie cleared her throat, "Well, the headache is normal, if it gets worse let me know. And as for the food, I can get you something that's not too heavy, and then after, you can sleep as long as you want. At least until it's time for your medication."

Not only did Callie know her, she knew what she needed. A lot of the time, before she even knew herself.

###

Remodeling the hospital had been fun in the beginning. It was like renovating your home, only it was a hospital. Which was honestly like a second home. The different color patterns, furniture, minor supplies, it was fun. Until it wasn't. Because it took a long time to remodel this second home. And by the third week, Callie kind of wished she had never bought this place.

Everyone knew that hospitals had really crappy TV. Not just the content, but the actual television sucked. Luckily for, well, everyone, new televisions had been installed in each room, mounted at the perfect angle for a patient's viewing pleasure. Another plus, HDMI ports.

So it was only too easy to distract Arizona after dinner of soup and sandwiches. She had ran up to her office and grabbed her personal laptop. Using the blonde's bedside table, she had created their own little entertainment center, the spare HDMI cable she had just long enough to reach the back of the TV. And just like that, they had distraction. Callie had even ordered milkshakes along with their meal, only after Arizona promised she'd stop if she started to feel sick.

Callie couldn't help but watch Arizona like a hawk. Maybe she was being a little overbearing, but this was her doing after all. If it was a dud, it was her dud.

Background voices of Reese Witherspoon and whimsical music were the only sounds in the room. Except for the monitors of course.

Arizona slurped her milkshake happily. Banana split, as usual.

"God that woman's annoying. Why is she always in everybody's business?"

"Because her name's Madeleine, everybody with that name is annoying," the blonde answered. "But Reese plays her so well."

"I feel like you two would be friends."

"Oh, definitely!"

"How's your headache?" Callie asked, standing up to reach for her stethoscope.

Arizona groaned, "It's gone now, I think I just needed to eat. And you asked me this 20 minutes ago."

The brunette pressed the button on the side panel to raise the bed up further, "And now I'm asking you again. Now sit up."

Arizona huffed before sitting up further. Callie opened the back of her gown up, trying to get into professional mode, but even she couldn't ignore that mole just under Arizona's right shoulder blade. Or the fact that her back was more defined than she remembered. She was a pervert.

Breath sounds were good, just like she knew they were but it didn't hurt to check. This was her daughter's mother after all.

"I just don't see how this is necessary," Arizona commented when Callie was finally done.

"It's necessary because you're a patient, you just had surgery," she answered briskly, sitting back in her chair.

"Maybe your name should've been Madeleine," the blonde smirked.

Callie glared, "Whatever, just watch your show. The book was better, by the way."

"Don't even think about spoiling it for me."

"I wouldn't be spoiling it since there are so many inconsistencies thus far, and we're only on the 4th episode."

"You like it so far, admit it," Arizona shook her cup, confirming that it was empty before tossing it in the trashcan. "Are my parents bringing Sofia in the morning?"

"Yeah, I think they're gonna have breakfast first and then be by after morning rounds," Callie answered, checking her phone. "I imagine everyone else will be stopping by again now that you're awake. Alex and Sofia wanted to draw a mustache on your face but Natalie and I stopped them before they could do it."

Arizona shook her head, "He's a bad influence sometimes."

"It would've been funny."

"Was Natalie here very long?"

"She got pulled into an emergency a couple of hours before you woke up. Probably still in the OR I imagine."

Arizona nodded thoughtfully before returning her attention to the television. "Who do you think's the hottest chick on here?"

Callie contemplated while sipping her own milkshake, "It's a toss up between Madeleine and Celeste."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean yes, Madeleine is annoying, but she has her own dirty little secrets, experiences that have made her into what she is now. She can't have always been that way. As for Celeste…well she's got good boobs."

"I think Bonnie's the hottest."

"Because she's the youngest?"

"No," Arizona rolled her eyes, "She's just, earthy. And peaceful. Plus she does hot yoga in spandex. And she can dance, that's always good."

"I guess that makes sense."

"Celeste does have good boobs," the blonde admitted.

They continued to watch in silence, one of them commenting on a scene every now and then. It was only when she stood up to play the next episode that she realized Arizona was asleep. Quietly, she closed her laptop and switched the lights off. She reclined the bed a little bit for good measure to make sure the blonde didn't have a sore back in the morning. She'd know the meaning of sore the next few weeks.

Callie knew she could go home, that she probably should. Or she could go to Joe's, unwind with a few drinks and whoever ended up there after their own shifts at the hospital. Sofia was staying with Barbara and Daniel, so there were really no responsibilities she had for the time being. Except this one, and this one is what made her sit right back down. Sit and watch is what she did. There was nothing to be alarmed about, but Callie could never really stop staring.

Mark had told her some odd years ago that Arizona would stare at her, all the time, just because. He said Lexie had told him that Arizona had told her, but he attested to it himself. That was how he knew Blondie was the one, he stated.

Callie was the one who really stared. Especially when Arizona was sleeping. Callie loved to sleep in, she was always the last one out of bed under any circumstance. But sometimes, in the early hours of the morning, she would rest her head on her elbow and just stare at the woman sleeping peacefully next to her. A few minutes, a half hour, eventually the brunette would fall back asleep. But she stared and wondered how beautiful someone could be, inside and out.

There was no handbook on how to handle things like these. There were no rules to follow when you'd rather sit by your ex-wife's bedside than do anything else. It was nice to be alone, just the two of them. It reminded her of before, in the beginning, before all the crap. Without the touching, of course. She was still recovering from the hug the other day. It had haunted her dreams like a horror movie.

Once Arizona got settled with her PT schedule, Callie was going to schedule an appointment with Dawson. She had gotten so busy with everything that she had stopped going. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but life had gotten in the way and prepping for Arizona's surgery had taken up a lot of her time. On top of her own surgeries and Sofia, therapy had been the last thing on her mind. But she needed to see Dawson.

Because she was pretty sure she was falling in love with her ex-wife again. And she didn't know what the fuck to do about it.