AN: To the person who complained about Arizona always getting pregnant by accident - I hope this soothes your angry soul.

Also… why do y'all always request Callie G!P stories? Obviously I'm not opposed to them, but why is that?

This one is finished, and I've got one of my own stories planned (Arizona G!P) that's a five or six shot, and a story request for a Callie G!P. Story requests are a bit more difficult, but not wholly inconvenient - just take a little more work. So to the person who PM'd me, I'm working on it. I'd like some one-shot ideas, either/or for the G!P… so hit me up. With a review or a PM. I've started writing the requests down, so however you ask it's okay. And I am open to other fandoms, just I have to be comfortable with it and have seen or read the material.

On that note - if I say no, just accept it and move on. Part of my long absence was because someone was extraordinarily rude to me about my refusing their request and it kind of hurt. I'm not responsible for your sexual gratification, and no one else is either. Be kind to writers, especially if you like their work.

This work is dedicated to the users FatBoyTorres and iloveyoucalzona. Because they both have stories in the works that I want to finish reading and I really need them to finish them.

Anyway. On to the story. Love all y'all. -Commander Trip

This was it. The moment she'd been waiting for.

Callie was at work and she had the house to herself and she was alone in their home, two doors down from what they'd hoped would be the nursery one day, and next to the guest room in the bathroom.

She could have used their bathroom, sure, but Arizona didn't want to chance things.

Like it fucking mattered where she peed on the stick.

But at this point it was superstition that had her clutching the box tightly to her chest as she unzipped her pants and sat on the toilet. Holding it in as she read the instructions one more time.

Literally just pee - midstream - and wait.

It was the waiting that was going to kill her.

When she was relieved and clean, the stick of destiny sitting patiently by the sink, Arizona wandered to the potential nursery and just stood upon the threshold to the room.

It wasn't empty.

All it contained was the rocking chair from her grandma, who'd passed it on to them when she told her that she and Callie were trying for a baby. And on the chair sat a soft blanket and her baby's first teddy bear.

If they ever got that far.

But that thought didn't give her anxiety anymore.

Because when they got married, technically and legally it was the day after they slipped rings onto their fingers, they both stopped trying to make it happen so desperately.

They still wanted it, just as desperately as they had before that night eight weeks ago, but it wasn't the end all be all of their relationship.

Before that night she couldn't bear to have this door open, but once again it was a room that contained nothing but a rocking chair and a teddy and a whole lot of potential. It could be a nursery for their own baby - or one they adopted. Or it could be a room for an older child. It could be anything they wanted it to be.

And right now, as her pregnancy test sat on the sink in her guest bathroom, Arizona was almost certain that it was going to be a nursery. But she wouldn't hold it against the room if it sat empty for a little while longer.

Heading back to the guest bathroom Arizona could feel the apprehension bubble in her chest. She was late… really late, and she'd been ill and tired in the mornings. Not throwing up, but not feeling her best. And she didn't want to let her mind wander.

Maybe it was the flu?

"You got this Robbins." A good old pep talk was in order. "Just look. Just look and then you'll know and then you can move on."

So she looked.

And it said she was pregnant.

And then she started sobbing uncontrollably, joy and happiness and relief all rolling through her chest and her entire body.

She was pregnant.

She needed to call Addie.

But she would allow herself to finish crying first.

*8*

Her class was deep in discussion of the third Harry Potter book and Callie barely had to lead them. She was teaching an undergraduate seminar of modern children's classics and all of her students were third or fourth years, and watching them have animated discussions about children's books was hilarious.

Plus it was Halloween so they were all dressed up. It was mandatory, she'd said, and boy had they listened.

She was wearing her own Ravenclaw robes, her uniform movie perfection if not book perfection, blue and silver instead of blue and bronze, but she had silk lined robes and a nice wool sweater and her wand.

And she was even able to hold back that smirk of all the double entendres that she and Arizona had made when she got the wand. It was long and thick… and the dick jokes abounded between them while they still were at Harry Potter world.

It had been highly inappropriate and they'd made love wearing them that night.

The dry cleaning bills for those robes were ridiculous, but Callie didn't mind. A little role playing was always fun.

The last two months had seen her happier than she could remember being. They had gotten legally married and stopped with all the planning and stress. And they'd deleted the pregnancy tracker app. They'd talked about their other options and had started the plan to make plans about following them. Heck, their friends Derek and Meredith went through the same thing - and even got pregnant shortly after they adopted, so it wasn't like they didn't know, they'd just forgotten.

Forgotten why they wanted a baby in the first place. Why they wanted four or five of them. Why they wanted children in their house and under their feet and why they loved the idea of little thems.

She really wanted a teeny tiny little Arizona. She knew that their children would look more like her, with her strong Latina genes and her dark skin and her dark hair and her dark eyes… but she still couldn't help but imagine a little girl who looked exactly like Arizona. All blonde curls and blue eyes, dimples that her father in law quietly admitted were his weakness. It probably wouldn't happen… but she could still dream.

And even Arizona's dream of a little Callie, all curls and sandy dark skin and dark brown eyes and maybe with her dimples…

So maybe Callie was a little too focused on the dimples.

A knock at the door stopped the discussion, and Callie stood quickly to open it. Arizona had texted and said she was bringing a surprise by and had asked when they took their break. She was a little early, but her students had done well.

It wasn't Arizona at the door.

It was a pizza delivery man.

"Dr. Torres?" He asked, arms laden with drinks and food and she nodded, grabbing the bag from his hands and stepping aside.

"Is that pizza?" One of her students asked, his eyes wide and happy.

"Yeah," she said, emptying the bag. "Come and get it."

When the food was laid out and her eleven students happily eating and chatting away, she asked the pizza man "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing ma'am," he smiled, "It's already been paid for!"

"What about a tip?" She asked, searching for her bag.

"That's taken care of too!" And he left with a flourish, and as Callie watched him go, her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped.

Because there Arizona stood, in all her blonde hair and blue eyes glory, the most radiant smile on her face. She was practically glowing.

"Hi," her wife whispered quietly over her costume.

There was a box resting against her front, tied with string and held around her neck, and it looked… like… her brain was short circuiting because it looked like an oven… there were burners made of cardboard…

And a sign that said 'Open Me' on the front.

And she was speechless.

Distantly, she noted that her students had gone quiet, deathly and innocently quiet as she and Arizona just stared at each other.

"What…" she trailed off.

Because it was an oven… and cliches were a thing… and and and and…. it was over her wife's stomach. and and and…

"Open it Calliope." Arizona whispered again, quietly and shyly.

And she was glowing.

And it was an oven.

And when she opened it… there was a bun. A tiny dinner roll of a bun in the oven. There was a bun in the oven.

A bun. In the fucking oven.

"I don't get it?" One of her students said.

"It means she's pregnant dummy." Another said.

And Callie, who couldn't find words, just looked at her wife her eyes wide and hope filling her chest, asking the question.

And Arizona nodded. Answering her question just as silently.

"You're…" she trailed off taking a step towards her wife. Her pregnant and glowing bun in the oven wife. "Pregnant?"

"Yes."

And then the oven was discarded and she was on her knees, her arms wrapping around Arizona's thighs and kissing her stomach, her students cheering behind them as they both started crying softly.

Callie stood and kissed her wife, softly and gently, remembering to take care to do so softly.

"You're pregnant." She whispered reverently. "We're gonna have a baby."

"We're gonna have a baby." Arizona whispered back, hugging herself tightly to Callie and she just held on as tightly.

"The pizza is a bribe for you all to keep this a secret," Arizona said to the class, some of them were her students too in the history department, and they all smiled warmly at her.

"We're having a baby," was all Callie could say.

*8*

"Okay Mommy," Addison said from Arizona's vagina, "Baby boy number 2 is here, wanna cut his cord too?"

And she did. Callie really did.

And when she was done, she was back at Arizona's side, pushing sweaty and matted hair from her face, holding her wife's head close to her chest and crying all over her.

They had twins. Identical twin boys, and they were here a little early, but they were perfect.

They were covered with blood and gore, but they were perfect.

"You did it sweets," Callie whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Arizona's brow, acquiescing when Arizona moved her face and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Remembering to kiss her softly and gently.

Because this was her wife. The mother of her children.

"I love you Arizona Robbins." She whispered, Kissing her gently again, the sound of two crying babies filling the room and the bustle of Addison fixing her wife and the nurses and peads doctors looking over their sons.

She had two sons.

And they both had green eyes. They had her skin and her hair… but they had green eyes and they were perfect.

She was still hoping for the dimples.

It was hours later and Arizona was resting, not sleeping, just laying quietly and holding her hand as they both looked at their sons. It took a couple minutes but they both succeeded in nursing, and now they were in their bed, bundled and swaddled tightly, lying side by side and Callie knew that she'd probably call them her burrito babies for the rest of her life.

"Did you guys pick some names?" Addison asked, her eyes, too, focused on the new babies.

"Yeah," Arizona whispered, squeezing Callie's hand.

"Timothy Daniel," Callie whispered, gently pointing to the twin on the left. For Arizona's brother who was serving across the sea in the military and for her father who was stationed stateside, but still a general. He was coming next week to see his grandsons, and Callie had already texted Tim a picture of the boys.

"Alexander Miguel," Arizona whispered, pointing to the twin on the right. For Callie's grandfather.

They were Callie and Arizona and Timmy and Alex… and it was perfect.

AN: I want you all to know that I accidentally deleted this, cried a little, but was able to recover it. Thank god for Google Docs.