I know you guys are probably tired of me by now but this is the last story that I am updating for now so I hope you like it. Just to also let you know that this chapter is titled Epilogue for a reason lol...

Callie's P.O.V.

"I'm home!" I yell, walking through the front door of my home.

"In here babe!" Taking my shoes off while placing my purse and keys down, I head into to the kitchen.

Seeing my beautiful wife standing at the counter chopping vegetables, I smile, circling my arms around her waist, "Hi beautiful" I say, placing a soft kiss on her neck.

"Hey there" she replied, moving her head to the side, silently telling me to continue so I do.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." I say softly. For the past two weeks, our schedules have not matched up, so we've literally only seen each other in passing and sometimes in an on-call room but we would be too tired to do anything other than sleep.

"I know" she pouts, "I've missed you but luckily we have the weekend off, so we can spend it with each other and the kids."

"That sounds great. We should go stay at the beach house for the weekend. I bet the kids would love it. They can even bring a friend or two."

"I like that idea. That way we can put Carmine and her friends in the guest house and Samir and his little friends can stay in the house with us."

"Then it's settled. We'll run it by them at dinner." I tell her, squeezing her hips, "Do you need any help?"

"No I got it but thank you. Actually, I think something may be bothering Cam. She came home from school and she seemed a little off. I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't budge."

Nodding, I say, "Okay, I'll go talk to her right now."

"Thank you, baby," she says placing a kiss on my waiting lips.

Arizona and I have been married now for twenty-three years. We have a daughter, Carmine Valeria who is about to turn 18 in a few months and Samir Nicolas, our son, who just turned 14.

Climbing the stairs, I think of the possible reasons that my baby girl could be upset. 'What if she is pregnant? That means that she is having sex. Did Arizona have the talk with her because I sure as hell didn't. I thought that we a good enough relationship that she would come talk to me abou- Torres listen to yourself right now. Calm down. Just go ask her what is wrong then go from there.' I tell myself as I reach her closed door. Knocking, I hear a faint, "come in". Opening the door, I see Carmine sitting on her bed, reading a book.

"Hey, lovebug" I say, knowing how much she "hates" that nickname. As if on que, she groans, "Hey mami"

Sitting on her bed beside her, I say, "How was your day today?"

Closing the book, she places it on her nightstand, "It was really good. I found out that I made captain for the volleyball team this year."

Releasing a wide smile, "Oh, mija, that's great! Have you told mama yet?" She shakes her head, "I was going to tell everyone tonight during dinner, but I just couldn't hold it in any longer."

Chuckling I say, "Okay well I will let you tell her and your brother the news during dinner, but I came to talk to you." Seeing a confused look cross her face, I continue, "Mom said that you seemed a bit off when you came home from school today. Is everything okay?"

Not meeting my eyes she begins to fumble her thumbs, "I-I just… no nothing's wrong." She finally gets out.

Clearly seeing that she lying, I sigh, "Okay then, I understand" standing I slowly head towards the door, "I just thought we had a better mother-daughter relationship where you could talk to about anything but I guess not" As I reach for the door knob, a voice stops me.

"Ok, ok. I need some advice mom" I hear my daughter say, "f-for a friend." 'Sure.'

Turning around, I say, "Do I get to know this friends name?" Briefly looking away, she sighs, "I don't think you know them" she mumbles.

Smirking to myself, I move to sit beside her on the bed, "Okay then, what's up?"

"Well I have this friend at school that likes this person, but my friend is scared to go for it because they're about to leave and go off to college. Granted, they are looking at some of the same schools, it's just not a guarantee that they'll go to the same place and even if they do then they may not even make it past the first semester which would-"

"Okay, stop right there." I say laughing, "God, I swear you look just like me, but your attitude is all your mothers." I tell her, receiving a huff in return.

"Mom this is serious. I'm- I mean, my friend is freaking out here!"

"Alright, alright. So, are you asking for advice on whether you- I mean, your friend should act on their feelings?" She nods, "Well, does the other person feel the same way?"

"Yeah I think so, but they don't know how to even approach the subject to begin explaining how they feel." She sighs.

"Okay." I say, leaning back against the headboard, "I'm going to tell you a story."

Sighing, she rolls her eyes, "Mom I don't-"

"No, mija just listen." Reluctantly, she lays back placing her head on my shoulder, "So, I had these two friends, they were head over hills in love with each other. Both of them had been through life only experiencing heartbreak after heartbreak. Well, when they first met, they instantly hit it off but neither of them could pull their heads out of their asses long enough to tell the other, so they became friends. They experienced the other being in relationships with other people while wishing that they were with each other until finally they both were single. One night, they were hanging out and things went too far, and they slept together. The next day, they agreed that it shouldn't happen again. Two weeks later they went out with some mutual friends, got a little too wasted and slept together again. After that, it became a regular thing for them. They decided that they would have fun with each other until one or the other found someone worth being in a relationship with."

"How come one of them didn't just admit their feelings after the second time?"

"I don't know. Maybe they just figured that if there were no feelings involved then no one would get hurt but anyways, to keep going, they continued to be together and the longer it went on, the quicker their friendship turned into a semi-relationship. Everyone could see it, their friends, colleagues, everyone, but them. It wasn't until one of them went out on a date with a colleague that the other decided to admit the feelings that had been bottled up inside and that was a year after the first time that they slept together."

Gently pushing her so she'll sit up, I look her in the eye, "I told you that story because I don't want your 'friend' to go through that. Sometimes it is best to lay it all out there. Worst case scenario, they get rejected and so what? You take it in stride. Lick your wounds, put a patch over the dent that it put in your pride and keep it moving. In life, there are going to be a lot of usage when it comes to the word "No" especially when it comes to relationships because you, and your friend, aren't always going to like a person that likes you and vice versa." Sighing, I smile, "I say all that to simply say, tell your friend to go for it. If it bites them in the ass then so be it but you don't want to spend your life wondering about the 'what if's'. Does that help?"

Nodding, she smiles, "Thanks mami, that was a really big help."

"Glad I could help, love-bug." I tell her, standing, and placing a kiss on her forehead. "Mama should have dinner ready soon." I say, making my way toward the door. Just as my hand reaches the knob, I am, again, stopped by her voice.

"Did everything work out?" she asks, "Between your two friends."

Smiling I say, "Oh yeah. After they admitted their feelings, they dated and eventually became very serious. They got married, had two kids, both very successful in their careers." Pausing, I look off as if I am thinking of something, "As a matter of fact, one of them recently won the Harper Avery Award for her research."

Seeing the light bulb click in head, she smiles, "Wait, that story was about you and mama?"

I nod, "Don't tell her that I told you though. She still wants you to believe that she swept me off my feet and we ran off into the sunset together." I say, hearing her chuckle as I walk out of the room.

Moving to Samir's door, I knock on his door before entering. "Hey baby boy" I smile.

Pausing his video game, he smiles, "Hey mama"

Walking over to lean sit beside his, I run my fingers through his hair, "Wow, buddy you need a haircut"

Laughing he moves his head away from my hand, "I like my hair like this though mama"

"Well, let's at least get it shaped up because you look like you belong in the jungle" I tell him and we both laugh.

"Okay, okay but no cutting it all off."

"I can live with that." I nod, "but you've got to convince your mom to go for it as well" I smirk.

Sighing, he rolls his eyes, "Mama why can't you just talk to her?"

"Because son, you have to be able to do things for yourself. You say you want to be a lawyer; first step is to start learning how to debate cause that's definitely what you're going to have with her."

"But mama" he whines,

"Quit your whining mijo. I want to sleep in my bed tonight, so you are going to talk to her about it and that is final." I tell him, getting up.

"Dinner will be ready soon."

Going back downstairs, I enter the kitchen and sit on the stool. "How did it go?" I hear my wife ask.

Shrugging I say, "Her "friend" is having boy troubles." Giving her a knowing look.

"Oh?" she smiles, "Did you help her through it?" I nod.

"Yeah she'll be okay."

Another 10 minutes pass by and dinner is ready. Calling the kids down, I set the table as they stumble down the stairs. Sitting down, conversation quickly begins to flow. From school to discussing interesting surgeries, we enjoy our dinner. Carmine shared her great news causing all of us to congratulate her and before I know it, we are breaking off them to the kitchen to clean the dishes and Arizona and I into the living room to relax.

Sitting down beside my wife, I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the sofa.

Arizona's P.O.V.

Seeing Calliope, sigh before resting her head against the couch with her I eyes close, I grin. My poor baby is tired. Since being nominated and winning her first of what I am sure will be many Harper Avery Awards, she has been working nonstop to make sure everything with her research is moving along while too working her regular hours.

"Tired?" I ask her.

"Very."

"How about we say good night to the kids, go upstairs and take a nice bath together before getting in bed and cuddling until we fall asleep."

"Mmm… that sounds great." She mumbles.

"Great!" standing, I turn to walk toward the kitchen where the kids are finishing the dishes. After taking a few steps, I realize that I am the only one walking, turning, I see Calliope still on the couch.

"Calliope"

"Hmm?"

"You do realize that you have to get up to say good night to our children and go upstairs right?"

She groans, "But I am so comfortable." Sighing, I move back over to her. Grabbing her hand, I use all my might, successfully pulling her up off of the couch as she protests. Pulling her toward the kitchen, I ignore her moaning and groaning as we enter.

"Hey we're just saying good night." I tell them, kissing their foreheads, "As you can see," I start, glancing to a zombie like Calliope leaning against the counter, "Your mother is very tired."

Hearing her groan again, I look just in time to see her open her arms. Both, Carmine and Samir, move over to her wrapping their arms around her.

"Night mami" Samir says, squeezing his arms around her before letting her go following Carmines kiss on the cheek. "Love you" they simultaneously tell us both as I, again, grab Calliopes hand, guiding her upstairs.

Entering our bedroom, Calliope lays on the bed. "Baby you have to at least change your clothes" I tell her, receiving a mumble in return.

Sighing, I pull out some night clothes, throwing them at her, "You better be changed"

Going into the bathroom, I go through my nightly routine. Once I am done, I see that Calliope has changed and is not under the covers. 'Great so not only do I get no sex, but I also will not be getting any snuggle time' I sigh.

Walking over to the bed, I pull the covers back as much as I can, slipping under them before grabbing my laptop to do some reading up on a case that I have. Feeling Calliope begin to move around, it is only seconds later that I feel an arm wrap around my waist almost knocking my laptop off of my legs.

"It's cold" she whines, "Come closer please."

Chuckling, I look down at her, "Baby you're not under the covers. Get under and maybe you won't be so cold."

Watching her face for a sign of her hearing me, I see nothing. Rolling my eyes to myself, I shake my head and go back to reading my article.

Three minutes later, I watch her arm move from around my waist, as she stands, slipping under the covers and placing her arm back where it was.

Kissing my side, she mumbles, "Mmm this would be so much better if I were able to fully cuddle into you right now."

"Just a minute baby, I'm finishing up this article" I tell her, running my hand up and down the arm that is around my mid-section. Finishing a few minutes later, I place my laptop on the night stand and lay down, feeling my brunettes arm tighten around me.

I love when she holds me like this, like she's protecting me from something.

"-life" I hear.

Furrowing my eyebrow, I say, "Calliope? Did you say something baby?"

"Just that I am so lucky to have you as my wife baby" she says softly. Smiling to myself as I feel her sit up, she places her hand on my shoulder silently telling me that she wants me to roll on to my back and that's exactly what I do.

Placing her hand on my cheek, she leans down, kissing my lips before looking into my eyes saying, "Thank you for your faithfulness to me… to our family. In the twenty three years that we've been together Arizona I've learned a lot from you, watched you grow, and you continue to bring out the best in me. You're just as beautiful as the day we married, hell even the first day we met." We both chuckle. "You, Carmine, and Samir, are my world and I know it's cliché but I don't know what I'd do or where I'd be without you in my life. Thank you for being so good to me."

By now, tears have formed in my eyes as she leans down and kisses me once again, this time with a lot of passion behind it.

Smiling up at her as she leans over me, I ask, "Where did that come from?"

She shrugs, a small smile playing at her lips, "I just want to let my wife know that I adore, appreciate, and love her. I want you to know that even though our marriage isn't always picture perfect baby that I am forever grateful for you coming into my life and I am exceptionally happy that we were able to get our heads out of our asses and become more than friends because I don't think that I'd be able to handle it if we were still just friends Arizona." She finishes, wiping a stray tear from her eye.

Smiling, I pull her back down to me, kissing her like my life depended on it because she's right, in more ways than one. Pulling back I say, "Thank you for that baby. I-I am literally speechless right now."

She chuckles, "It's fine sweetie plus I have something else that I'd rather hear come out of your mouth besides words." She finishes, placing soft kisses on my neck.

I moan at the feeling, "I thought you were tired."

"I was but that's why I took a little 20 minute or so, nap." She smiles, "Now, hush and let me make love to you."

"Yes ma'am" I tell her, watching as she moves down my body.

'I love you with all of my heart Calliope Torres.' is my last sane thought before I feel my hot brunette begin to please me in one of the best ways possible. Yeah, I am pretty certain that there's no one else in the world for me.

And that's all she wrote for this one folks! Hope you enjoyed and if not, let me know why!