AN: Y'all... life sucks. And so do I.

"It's a big responsibility Jack, being a big brother." Tim said quietly to her left.

"But I'm not a big brother?" Jack said just as quietly as he twiddled her fingers in his hand. Arizona could swear that her son was more nervous than she was, the way he stuck to her side, the way he was always touching her fingers.

He was almost as tall as her now, at 13 years old, her son was only a couple of inches shorter than her. But he was still her baby. And today he was acting as her best man when she married Callie. They were standing at the front of the pavillion waiting for Callie, and it should only be a few minutes more, but Arizona was just as nervous and excited at Jack was.

"Not yet, my friend, not yet." Tim whispered. He was going to marry them, her big brother was, and by the tone of his voice Arizona knew that he was the most nervous of the three of them. "One day you will be a big brother and then your brother or sister will ask you to marry them and then you'll have to try and say something that is equally funny and nice and not make fun of them." Jack laughed softly beside her, his fingers still gripping hers tightly.

"Mommy," Jack asked, his voice quiet in the whispered hubbub of the yard, their gathered friends talking quietly amongst themselves as they all waited for the other bride.

"Yeah baby?" She whispered back.

"When will I be a big brother?" Such an innocent question to be asked in such an emotional situation. After that one time she and Callie had had unprotected sex they hadn't done so again, because they'd realized the heightened emotions after their first fight was probably not the best time to make that decision.

But it started the conversation.

And the fantasies. Her fantasies mostly. Especially because she hadn't been with Tess when the other girl was pregnant… or even there for the birth of her son. But she could imagine it now. Running her hands over Calliope's belly, firm and swollen with child, a bit warmer than warm sand after a walk in the ocean, almost brimming with fire and the sunset warm against her palms as she held their child. Hearing the way that Callie would complain about her swollen ankles, that tiny pout in her voice that Arizona loved apparent, but dripping with love and affection so deep. Or listening to Jack read to his baby sibling, he'd be like Callie and use the right voices and make it fun and exciting. How Jack would laugh with them… how he'd be as good a big brother as Tim was to her.

And interspersed between dreams and fantasies was the very real notion that it could happen, because it started the conversation. Whispered between them in their bed, and at the supermarket, and in the car, and when Jack was sitting between them on the couch; their gangly and growing almost teen closer to leaving than staying. And it was seriously discussed on Callie's thirtieth birthday, she was, as Arizona argued in jest, getting old now, and it might be difficult to conceive and what if they wanted more than one more, what if a million and one different little things that were talked about and discussed. Arizona was sure they had discussed every single thing they could possibly think of.

Except one.

When?

"Maybe one day, buddy." She whispered back to her son, his fingers still gently playing with hers as they stood with Tim waiting for Callie. Waiting for the rest of their lives.

*8*

"And now, ladies and gentlemen and Kevin and all the other dogs," Tim said into the microphone at their small reception, "It's time for the not traditional 'Mother and Son Dance!'"

"I thought we weren't going to do any kind of first dance!" Callie whispered to her wife, her wife!, as they sat side by side.

Besides, they had only one son, she was going to be left alone.

"It was Jack's idea," Arizona whispered back, her fingers trailing up and down Callie's neck and her forehead resting against her chin. Her own hands clasped on Arizona's knee. Kevin was sat between them, his face resting on her feet, but his paw stretched to rest on Arizona's, his working harness and vest covered with a jaunty polka dot bow tie that matched Jack's and Tim's.

It being Jack's idea changes everything. Because this was his mom's wedding. Both of them, and though she agreed - rather hastily - to be his other parent, his mom, this was still his mommy's wedding. They hadn't reached that stage in their relationship yet, though they'd talked about it, and discussed it, and Jack was the one she asked for permission to marry Arizona… her wife was still his mommy.

And because her parents didn't respond to the email, text, or mailed invitation, and Arizona's father had passed away years ago - they'd decided not to have any kind of first dance like that. Mostly because Arizona didn't dance and they didn't need one as a newly married couple, so why have the spectacle of embarrassment, Arizona's words, when they could have dinner and their guests could be left in peace.

But for Jack, she'd allow it.

And here he came, an awkward smile hitched on his face, the same look Arizona wore sometimes, the corner of his mouth upturned in shyness, his unruly curls wild and untamed over his sparkling blue eyes as he walked toward them, purpose in his steps as he approached Arizona.

Her fingers trailed down Callie's neck as she moved to hug her son and Callie could only watch as words were whispered and a brief press of a kiss to Arizona's cheek had Jack moving towards her, holding out his hand.

"What?" She felt her question a little breathlessly, as she reached for him.

"This is our dance Callie," he whispered, his hand gripping hers tightly, "I mean momma."

Her throat constricted tightly as she stood and followed him to the dance floor. Her son.

*8*

"Did you know?" Callie's voice floated down from above her, the question heavy and quiet in the silence of their marriage bed.

Arizona sighed, arching her back up and into her wife, her semi hard cock rubbing against the still hot wetness between Callie's legs, the hours from leaving the reception to the question spent in silence except the sounds of making love. Her hands held tight to warm hips as Callie moved away, pulling a groan from Arizona as she took her wet heat away too.

"About?" She replied, digging her fingers once more into Callie's hips, a vain effort to hold close the rapidly departing heat and body of her wife.

"Jack," Callie said, her body landing softly beside her, Arizona's hands empty and cold.

"I did," she admitted, turning her face towards her wife. The heat of her was overwhelming, the smell of her filled every nook and crevice in her lungs, sweat and sex and happiness.

"You didn't have to make him do it." Callie whispered, her voice hoarse from their love making but quiet and tense in the stillness of their bed.

"I didn't." Arizona said, filling her voice with conviction and all the truth she could muster. "It was his idea. Well, I think maybe it was Tim's, but he told me that he wanted to do it."

And she wanted it too. She was okay with being blind. Was okay without being able to see the world around her. She's come to terms with it over the last 14 years, and had very few regrets about the things she was missing out on.

Knowing what her family looked like was the biggest. She could barely remember what Tim looked like, and she barely knew what she looked like either. She had vague ideas of her general shape and form, as well as Tim's because of now faded memories from before her accident, but it had been a long time. So in that regard, she had an idea of what Jack looked like because everyone said he looked like her and Tim. And Kelli, her sister-in-law she was completely in the dark about.

"He called me momma." Callie whispered beside her, her voice filled with something akin to wonder and amazement and fear.

"Is that okay?" She asked, wondering what she'd be able to see in her wife's eyes if she could look. Wondered, for the millionth time, what Callie looked like. Happy or sad, excited or frustrated, with Jack or just with her family.

"Are you okay with it?" Callie whispered again, their hands meeting in the space between them, fingers entwining and gripping tightly.

Of course she was okay with it. Since that night when Callie said she could be his other parent, she'd been okay with it. And not only had they talked about having more children, but they talked about what that looked like, Callie as Jack's mom, well momma. Because Jack had another mother, and one day he'd have questions about her. So it was Callie who would be listed on his birth certificate as "mother" and who would be called in an emergency, and who would be there for him every day as long as he wanted and needed, but there was still things that Callie couldn't give him. Like medical history.

So, at Callie's insistence, Arizona met with Tess and talked about those things. She hadn't yet let the two meet, but she was working on it.

Turning to her side, Arizona tucked herself up onto her wife, their hands still entwined between them, but chest to chest and placed a small kiss to where she thought her wife's heart lay. But it was her Calliope, her heart was massive and filled with so much love and potential for the world and their family that even if she was off the mark anatomically, she was sure the idea was getting across.

"You're a good momma, Calliope." Arizona whispered into her wife's skin, trailing her fingers from between her wife's and up her arms. "Jack loves you."

"I love him too," Callie replied just as quietly.

They weren't going on a honeymoon because Jack was starting school again soon, but during his fall break they were going to go to Florida for a SpaceX launch and bring their son with them. And that had been Callie's idea. Both members of her family, Callie and Jack, had planned surprises about her wedding around the other. Callie with the honeymoon in Florida. Jack with the "mother and son" dance that wasn't her. Even her proposal had included Jack, a family night at home and her fourteen year-old son, who was old enough and independent enough that he didn't always want them to read with him at night anymore, and an engagement ring tucked into the pages of his book as Callie sat on his bed, a little confusedly, to read to him and Arizona on his other side. That was her idea, including Jack when she asked the question that would make them a family, but he'd agreed before she even finished asking him if he was okay with it.

A lesser person might have felt put out about the whole situation, but Arizona didn't. Arizona loved that both were as involved as the other, even ensuring that they took equal participation in it.

But tonight they were alone, her and her wife Calliope, and this talking - even if it melted her heart and made her feel all warm and tingly and fall in love with both of them even more than she already was, was not how they planned this night to go. Especially because she and Jack planned another surprise for Callie tomorrow at brunch with Tim and Kelli, to present the adoption papers to Callie. Making her his mother for the rest of their lives.

She already planned to deal the inconsolable mess that would be both Callie and Jack tomorrow.

"Jack asked me when he was going to be a big brother." Arizona whispered into the ear below her lips, the shivering body underneath her trembling a bit, Callie's legs falling open just a bit wider to cradle her hips and erection tighter, arms gripping with more strength and nails raking her skin.

"What did you say?" Calais asked a little breathlessly, her hips undulating beneath her with a bit more fervour.

"Maybe one day." She answered, taking her wife's earlobe between her teeth, tugging gently and pulling a low groan from Callie.

"Do you want one soon?" Callie asked.

And she did, because she knew that she wouldn't be alone this time with Callie by her side. She had her mother when Jack was a baby, and her father and brother, but it would be different for her with Callie. Because Callie would be there.

"I wouldn't be opposed to starting to try now," Arizona husked, lifting her hips so she could slide her cock through Callie's folds. Slick and wet and warm. She missed Callie without a condom between them.

"Me either," Callie whispered, her voice thick as she reached between them and dragged Arizona to her entrance, halting the discussion and starting the first steps for trying.

*8*

"He does know that it's my graduation, right?" Sofia asked beside her, and Callie could only chuckle. It was indeed her graduation, and Jack had asked his little sister before he accepted this guest speaking position. And though her words could be interpreted as frustration and annoyance, her tone was soft and full of love and affection.

"Sweets," she said, wrapping an arm around her eldest daughter and hugging the now grown woman tighter, "he's famous and you did just graduate from one of the foremost schools for astronomy and he's-"

But Sofia cut her off. "He's going to captain the first manned mission to Mars, I know."

Sofia was going off to medical school soon. She'd gotten a full ride scholarship to Johns Hopkins for it, and though it was all the way across the country, it was a hell of a lot closer than Mars, so in her parents' minds, she won this round.

Turning around she saw Arizona with their youngest three, the twins Abbey and Barbara, and Daniel, as well as her dog Hadfield, so named by their astronaut son. Kevin has passed away almost sixteen years ago and they had cried for him as they had the other service dogs before him.

"You should go, you're the class speaker after all," Callie said while pushing her daughter away affectionately.

*7*

"And it is my great honour to introduce your class speaker, someone who inspires me everyday and my little sister, Sofia Robbins-Torres."