Over My Head (My Confessions)

Tagline: Everyone knows I'm in over my head and I don't know what to do to but to give my confessions.

Summary: When the pressures of being unable to conceive slowly derails their relationship, Arizona chooses to take a break. She heads to Africa to work as a missionary, saving lives of the tiny humans. Yet, little to every one's knowledge, including her own, she takes a little something of Callie's with her. Now seven months later, Callie's world is turned upside down by the arrival of her ex-girlfriend and the tiny human growing inside of her. Can Callie find forgiveness for the mother of her child? Or is it simply too late?

Warning: AU Season 7

Pairing: Callie/Arizona. Teddy/Owen. Addison/Derek/Meredith.

Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

Author's Note: Oh my god, I suck. I suck, I suck, I suck. I know. I got massively stuck on this chapter and honestly, I still kind of am. I know how the story ends, it's just getting there is the problem. But here is this chapter, it's unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own and I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for the long wait again, guys. I suck, I know.

Chapter Seventeen

Life is a series of small moments. You spend your whole life trying to make these moments count. The way that your father smells like peppermint during the Christmas holiday season or the way that the morning honeysuckle blooms in early spring, you take moments to remember the way that your best friend looks in her wedding dress and the way that your mother looks when you tell her that you know what you want to do with your life. You spend your whole existence on this planet making these moments count, remembering every touch, every feel, every voice, because at the end of it, these seconds are all you have left, these moments are your memories. But those minutes, those moments that are so painfully important, have all but slipped away from Arizona now.

It is like the past three years of her life has somehow been magically wiped out, it is like someone reached inside of her brain and completely cleaned out her hard drive, erasing every memory that reminded her of the person that she is, of the people she loves. The more she tries to force herself to remember, the more she gives herself a headache, yet the more that she doesn't remember, the more angry and upset with herself she becomes. People are counting on her to remember, she needs to remember. Remember the voices, the faces, the people, remember why she feels such a strong connection to Calliope Torres, remember why everyone keeps looking at her like a stranger, like a fragile little bird who in one staggering step will fall from the nest and break its neck.

She wants to remember. She wants to remember the people who all greet her and seem to know her name; she wants to remember the details about her life, about her love life, about who she had the baby with. She wants to remember all the things that make her Arizona freakin' Robbins but she can't. She can't remember anything and she hates herself for it. She hates that she is this helpless woman who is relying on others to take care of her, who is depending on pictures and stories from strangers to try to piece her life together. Arizona might not know much about the person that she is now, but she certainly knows one thing, she is not the type of person who likes needing help, especially from strangers.

She always thought that everything in her life happened for a reason, it is how she got through Timothy's death. Her brother was taken from her in order for her to find the inspiration to save others and become involved with military activists. The kids that she couldn't save was brought to her in order for her to appreciate the life that she has and work harder to save those that nobody else gives a chance. Life has a way of working out, one door opens and another one closes. But she just doesn't know what the reason for this is, the reason that she was dropped into this life that she has no memory of, no matter how badly everyone, including herself, wants her to.

She knows it is killing Callie. Or at least, she is pretty sure it is killing Callie. She does not know much about the raven haired woman that has sat by her bed site every waking hour of her life, but she does know the look of pain and guilt in her eyes every time that she looks over at her. She wishes that she could remember her because there is something there. There is something that makes her remember Callie's name, remember her face, her voice, the pull between the two of them. But she can't remember their story, their memories or their moments. And it's killing Callie. And it's killing Arizona knowing that it is hurting this beautiful woman who has been nothing but kind and gentle with her during her recovery. There is something the beautiful stranger wants her to remember and damn it, she wants to remember it.

It is eating away at her, not that Arizona would ever admit it out loud. Eating away at her that she cannot remember the faces or the places; it is eating away at her that she is hurting these people time and time again when they ask her every day if she remembers who they are. And she feels so damn guilty, guilty that she can't, no matter how bad she wants to, go back to the way things were. Her life is a mess, her memory is a mess, and even though she asks at least five times a day, nobody will tell her about what happened to Dani. At first, it was because she thought it was because nobody knew who she was talking about, but now, there is this sticky feeling in her gut that tells her it is for an entirely different reason.

Wincing at the harsh light, she glances back down at the blonde stranger who is mumbling away to her about something that she is not quite listening to. Usually, every day the unfamiliar blonde comes into her room, asking about how she is, and explaining how they are best friends. And Arizona normally nods her head, answers her questions and then the woman is gone. But today, the stranger is sitting by her bed side, rambling and sniffling about something that honestly, Arizona does not give three flying pigs about. Because, she groans with a roll of her eyes, her condition is a bit more important than this situation.

"I-I mean he kissed me back. He kissed me back. And I know, I know that this is a bad idea and I should just forget it because he's… he's married. He's married to my resident and she's g-great, really. But I love him and he kissed me back. All kisses mean something, right? I mean, of course they do," Teddy rambles and Arizona groans with a defeated sigh. She cannot remember when this woman even started talking about this, but she knows that it has gone on far too long.

"Look, Theodora…"

"Oh, you can call me Teddy," The blonde smiles shyly and Arizona swallows with a wince, nodding her head quietly. She is sure the blonde has told her this more than once in the past few days, but the name just does not seem to stick with Arizona. After all, she is not exactly a brown stuffed bear.

"R-Right. Teddy. I keep forgetting," Arizona states with a weak, slightly embarrassed chuckle before she looks down at her hands that shakily play with the pleat of the blanket. Her doctor had told her that the shaking was just a side effect of the surgery and as her body began to heal, it would stop but she is still shaking like a crack addict without the next hit.

"It's okay. Derek said that it would take a while for your memory to get back to the way it was and that we just have to be patient with you. Really, it's not a big deal I…" But Arizona interrupts her with a snap.

"It is a big deal. It is a very big deal!" Arizona snarls and she is not even aware of the acidy tone of her voice until she notices the petite woman recoils. Groaning with a grunted sigh, Arizona rolls her eyes as she gently licks her lips, taking in a rather uneven breath. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, it's not your fault. I shouldn't be taking it out on you." She sighs heavily, her chest falling and she hears the woman chuckle in the back of her throat. Closing her eyes for a moment, Arizona wonders why the lady cannot get the hint that she does not feel like socializing, why everyone in this damn hospital does not understand that all she wants is to be left alone.

"It's okay. I can be your punching bag. I was in the military; I know how to be tough," Teddy laughs gently and Arizona groans, leaning up in the bed so that her baby blues are colliding hard with the blonde's emerald green.

"You're making a mistake!" Arizona blurts out and Teddy looks at her muddled, "Don't you see that? Isn't there enough signs by now that you're the one who is making the mistake, you are the one who is screwing everything up here. It's not him. He's married. He is married to another woman, a woman who works for you, I think, I'm not really sure on the details about that one. But he's married. And newsflash, you're not the wife. And they never leave the wife. You're kidding yourself if you think he is really going to leave her for you. And I mean, really kidding yourself!" Arizona practically yells with a gesture of her hands and instantly, Teddy recoils with a whispered gasp.

"But he… he… and Iraq and…"

"Just let it go! It didn't happen. Maybe it was supposed to but it didn't. Life doesn't always work out the way that you want it to. Maybe you and Owen were intended to have this great love saga but it just didn't happen. He is married and you don't want to be that person who breaks up a marriage, you don't! So, let it go. Move on. Stop holding on to someone who was clearly never years to have in the first place. And while you are at it, realize that you don't always get what you want. Because I assure you, I never wanted my life to turn out like this," Arizona snaps, glaring at the blonde woman who sits by her bed. Teddy gasps softly, looking at the stranger who used to be her best friend in the utmost shock and surprise. This woman laying here is not Arizona; this woman is not the best friend that she so desperately longed for.

"Okay, Arizona. I'm just… I'm just going to go because you're obviously upset about something and you're taking it on me… "

"I'm upset because you come in here and you complain about this guy, this married guy while I have a daughter who is in the NICU, Calliope who needs me to be the old Arizona but I can't be her; injuries that have me in this damn bed all day and a memory the size of a flea. I have a hell of a lot to be upset about, Theodora!" Arizona exclaims in a sharp snap and Teddy groans with a chuckle as she pushes out of her chair, running her fingers through her hair as she makes her way to the door.

"Look, you're angry and I get it, I do. But you're angry at the wrong person here. You're angry at yourself but you shouldn't be. You didn't get yourself into this mess all alone, you had help," Teddy chortles, glancing at the vulnerable woman from the doorway, "but you'll figure that out for yourself soon enough. I'll come back after my surgeries are done. Until then, try to not kill anyone." Teddy shakes her head with a disapproving sigh before she turns the corner and disappears from the room.

Sighing in contentment, Arizona leans back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling with that all too familiar blank expression upon her face. In all honesty, she'd rather it be this way. She would rather Calliope be off somewhere with the baby or her parents, Teddy in surgery and everyone else simply just leaving her alone. In all frankness, Arizona wants to be alone these days than with someone, than with a prominent reminder of all the things that she is supposed to have, of the life that she should remember but just cannot. She would rather be alone in the silence because the silence doesn't judge; it does not want things from her and then make her feel bad when she cannot deliver them.

However, Arizona laments, she has never heard silence quite this loud.

Arizona cannot remember how long the plane has been down, how long they have worked on the seat belt, or how long the world around her as been slowly spinning. It seems like forever, when she glances through her blurred eyes to find Dani still struggling with the metal object. The smoke has begun to settle heavily, clogging the air in disarray of darkness. Coughing, Arizona can feel the blood dripping down her lips and instantly, her heart races faster.

"Just hang on, I'm going to get you out of here," Dani promises, squeezing Arizona's knee reassuringly, before her hands begin to work against the stuck metal once again. It is almost funny, Arizona smiles a little, because seat belts are supposed to keep you safe but now, it is the seat belt that is preventing her from saving her life. Watching with heavy eyes, Arizona notices how Dani's hands tug at the metal, pushing in every possible way in hopes that she might just hit something that unlatches the stubborn thing. But no matter how much effort she puts into her struggles, the object seems to be locked. Swallowing, Arizona can taste the metallic blood in her throat and the more seconds that passes; the more she knows the chances of her getting out of this plane alive are getting smaller and smaller.

"D-Dani," Arizona groans, the radiating pain ripping through her body. Unconsciously, her hand settles upon her stomach where she caresses softly, feeling the tiny kicks and movement of her body just underneath her fingertips. She hates that she got them into this mess, that she even boarded the plane in the first place. But she just has to go back; she has to go back to Calliope. She wants this family with her; it is all she has ever wanted. Yet, she cannot help but wonder now, if it had all been an ill thought out mistake.

"Stop. I just… I got you. Okay? Stop," Dani instructs, pulling at the stuck object. Although the younger girl tries to keep her composure, Arizona can feel it. She can feel the panic, the worriment, the actual reality of the situation of how bad this all truly is, as the smoke clogs the air heavier with every passing second. Glancing around her, the bodies of the passengers are still and unmoving, there is nothing but silence. A few cries of heart break, of fear echo throughout the plane and the roaring of a sound that Arizona cannot recognize; but overall, there is silence. Silence that allows her to know that everyone, much like her, is realizing their chance of survival is running very small.

Closing her eyes, Arizona can feel the world spin around her, her entire body beginning to shake and she swallows hard, fighting off the cry. As a doctor, she knows that she is far more injured than the visible eye can see, she knows that her body is beginning to go in shock, and the more that the blood appears in her mouth, the more she knows that time is of the essence. Opening those bottled blues again, a white film appears over her eyes as the surroundings around her are gyrating almost sickeningly fast.

"D-Dani. Y-You… you have to g-go and t-tell Cal-Calliope…" Her breath is faint, her voice a mere whisper above the excruciating loud roar. She has always wondered what it felt like to die, if it really was like falling asleep or if the sensation was something else entirely. Now, as the blood collects in her mouth and her body begins to grow weary, she realizes that death is nothing like they described in the movies. Death, in turn, is perhaps the most painful and hopeless act.

"Stop it, okay? Stop. Stop telling me this like you're going to die because you're not going to die. I sat next to you for a reason, Arizona. Maybe it was fate, maybe this was meant to happen because I was meant to save you and you were meant to go back to Callie and raise your cute little kid and live a happy, All American life. Your time does not end here, end like this. So, stop!" Dani huffs as she glares up at the woman before she brushes her loose raven hair away from her face with a flick of her wrist, smudging the grim against her scrapped face.

Arizona can feel her mouth going dry as her surroundings begin to blur, the fog appearing heavier in her eyes. She can feel her body growing weak, limp, she can feel herself leaving this body of consciousness even though she is fighting so desperately hard to stay.

"Tell her… tell…."

And the suddenly, her entire world goes black.

Arizona can feel the bile rising in her throat when she opens her eyes, the hard fluorescent light cascading light into this reality, the reality that she is so desperate to forget. Her stomach is churning, the coldest sweat is dripping down the nape of her neck and her hands are shaking, so much so that she reminds herself of one of those little dogs. Staring up at the tiled ceiling, she can feel those burning tears begin to form within her eyes. She is here, in Seattle, in this life that she knows nothing about.

She does not know how a person could be this miserable and still be alive, how a person could endure all that she has and still have a breath left in their bodies to say all those things that she know she will never will. She does not know why she survived the crash at all, especially if her life is going to be like this. A life of familiar faces and places but vacant memories, a life full of shadows and absence of color, a life that in all honesty, Arizona just doesn't feel like belongs to her.

Yet, there is still one thing, still one constant, one thing that she can always count on being there when her eyes open. There is still Calliope. There is still her daughter. There are still all these people who need her; they need her to be alive, to be strong, and to be okay. But that is just an adjective that Arizona Robbins is not sure she will ever be again.

She isn't even aware that she is crying until she can taste the salty tears on her lips and she suddenly she does not even want to stop. The tears fall freely down her cheeks now, the cries rattling through her, her body shaking with each painful one that erupts from her lips. She is crying so hard that she finds herself gasping to catch a breath, any breath, she can feel her face tightening with every heart breaking wail.

"Arizona?" A voice calls from the doorway but she doesn't have to look up to know who it is, because it is the person that she always needs it to be. It is her constant, it is her safe harbor, it is the only person she wants to hold her through the storm, the only person she needs. Before she has time to say anything, however, Callie is sitting on her bedside, her arms around her, holding her ever so carefully close to her, her hands sliding along her back affectionately. And suddenly, in this moment, here with Callie, skin against skin, Arizona feels it. She feels like she is home.

"Shh, it's going to be okay. It is. I promise. I am here now and I'm not going anywhere, not ever again. Shh. Oh Arizona," Callie whispers, rubbing small circles into her back as she kisses her temple softly. In this moment with Callie, suddenly, even if for a second, she feels like everything is going to be okay. For a second, it is like the crash never happened; it is like nothing is different or wrong. For just a second, a brief and small second, Arizona feels like Arizona again.

"I….I don't know what to say. Because I'm … I'm not good at this. This whole comforting thing. That's kind of your area of expertise, you're the one who shows up with doughnuts and Disney movies and you know the right thing to say at the right time, and s-sometimes you know that you don't… have to say anything at all. You just… look at me and it's… better. You make it better, make… me better," Callie pauses with a chuckle, her hands rubbing along Arizona's back softly, "but I was too scared to admit that. I should have, I should have told you. But I'm telling you now. So, I guess that has to count for something, right?" Looking up at Callie, Arizona finds herself losing herself in those hooded eyes and surprisingly, she does not mind.

"I don't know what's wrong, I don't…. I know that everything is a mess now. I know you are hurt and you can't remember… but you just need to know that I will be here. Every day, if you need me to be and I will hold you until all the hurt is gone. And I will try to fix it; I'll try to… fix you. I will try to make it better until you learn how to smile again," Callie promises, scratching Arizona's back tenderly. Fighting back the tears, Arizona looks into those familiar eyes once again, leaning closer to her.

"Callie," Arizona breathes, leaning closer to her as their bodies become further intertwined with one another. She is so close to her that she can feel her warm breath on her face, so close that her palms are growing sweaty and her heart is racing in her chest. Glancing down at her lips, Arizona swallows in a gulp, before her eyes flicker back up to focus on Callie's.

"We… we need to talk." Callie exhales, a hand gently coming forward to cup Arizona's pale cheek in a gentle caress. Arizona's breath sharpens at her touch, the butterflies wildly dancing at the brief meeting of their skin. Quietly, Arizona nods her head in response as she moves closer, closer, closer.

Then it happens, in an instant, in a heartbeat, in the blink of an eye. Arizona's lips are on hers and she is kissing her, like really kissing her. For a second, Arizona wants to stop, she wants to stop and say something, come to a recollection of what they are doing, but she just can't. And she realizes that as her lips dance against Calliope's, she doesn't want to. As she kisses her, softly, tenderly, lovingly, it is as if all the clocks in the world are running backwards, it is as if just for a second, time just stops

For a second, Arizona Robbins feels like she is whole again.

She feels like she is floating, like she is miles above the earth. But something keeps pulling her back, like a thousand different strings are holding her in place, stopping her from escaping, no matter how badly she wants to. She can feel herself leaving, drifting away, and leaving the mess of the accident, of the baby, behind her. But she can't. She can't leave, not like this, not without telling Calliope about the baby, not without telling her just how much she loves her and how sorry she really is.

Suddenly, she can feel the chills of the cool ground radiating against her back as her eyes slowly, and painfully, begin to open. There is a swell of darkness that surrounds her now, a few twinkling lights above her, the roaring of the plane still echoing in her eardrums but now it is in a dull lull instead of the excruciating volume it had been in minutes before. Swallowing, she cringes at the sharp pain in her throat, her lips part as she sucks in a breath and she is surprised when she finds that the smoke does not immediately fill her lungs. Instead, there is briskness, there is fresh air.

"D-Dani," Arizona stutters, attempting to lift her head but she just does not have the strength to do so anymore. In an instant, the young raven haired woman is knelt by her side, a pained smile upon her face as she gently takes her hand within her own.

"Good, you came through. I was a little worried about you," Dani smiles weakly, before she glances back over at something that Arizona's eyes just can't see. Wincing, Arizona looks at the woman before her eyes look back up at the swell of darkness. There is pain diverging throughout her body, so much so that she cannot pinpoint one exact source of the pain. There is sharpness in her stomach and gently, her shaking hand reaches down to softly caress her prodding stomach.

"Are you okay? The baby?" Dani intrigues, placing her hand on top of Arizona's and the Peds surgeon groans, exhaling sharply.

"I don't….I don't know. I th-think I'm…. I'm having contractions," Arizona grunts as another wave of tightness rolls through the bottom of her stomach. She sucks in a hard breath, licking her dry lips as she looks up at the young woman, covered in blood and dirt of her own. Although she cannot make out much of the stranger in the darkness, Arizona can see the worriment written on her face and she gives her hand a gentle squeeze.

"It… it happens when you… undergo trauma but… but my water hasn't…broken yet. It is fine," Arizona reassures her in a shaky voice. Dani shifts, looking over her shoulder yet again at something that Arizona just can't quite see but she is sure that it is the plane before she lets out a huff.

"We need to get you some help. I think… I think there was a first aid kit on the plane. I know where to get it," Dani whispers, trying to pull away but Arizona's grip on her hand stops her. Pulling her down, Arizona looks up at the beautiful woman with muzzy eyes, struggling to make out her face through the darkness and the blurring of her vision.

"You… you have to stay. Don't… don't leave me…"

"You need help, Arizona. And I think there was a kit on that plane, we can stop some of this bleeding and we need to elevate your legs, I think," Dani sighs, rubbing her forehead with her knuckles as she lets out a pained grunt of her own, "you need… you need help. Nobody knows we are here and if I don't…. then you and the baby… I have to go."

"Pl-please…"

"I'll be back, okay? I will be back and you will be perfectly fine. I am going to get you back to Seattle, back to the woman that you love and you can have a family with her, raise this beautiful baby with her and I'll be cool Aunt Dani who comes over and hangs out during holidays and I'll be the one who teaches her how to do bad things when you're not looking," Dani pauses with a laugh and Arizona smiles ever so weakly. Sighing, Dani looks at the pale woman lying before her; she is so weak, so vulnerable, so close to death, too close.

"I'm going to save you. And it is going to be okay. Just… just hang on. Okay? Hang on, please. I will be back. I am not going to leave you out here to die. You need me and you're too scared and sick to admit it but that is okay. I'm… I'm going to go now, okay? Just breathe. Just breathe and hold on," Dani whispers, leaning down and placing a soft kiss in the crown of Arizona's golden hair, "just hold on." And then, in an instant, she is gone.

Closing her eyes, Arizona winces as another sharp pain strikes within her and a whining cry escapes from her. She can feel herself losing consciousness, losing her way, drifting away from the scene around her. Deeply, she inhales, allowing herself to float away when suddenly, she hears a loud explosion, a loud roar that sounds like it is coming from somewhere miles away. Weakly her eyes open, looking up at the twinkling lights.

"D-Dani," She mumbles softly before suddenly she can't feel anything at all.

Kissing Calliope Torres is familiar; it is soft and elegant, and loving, it is comfortable, easy, and right. Kissing Callie is like coming home again, like dancing in the rain, like every missing puzzle piece has finally fallen into place. Softly, Arizona's lips hover just centimeters above Callie's, her baby blues looking into those beautiful pair of hooded brown, looking for something, for a sign, for something that tells her that she is doing the right thing. Because in all frankness, more often than late, she feels like her life has been full of all the wrong things, like getting on that plane, like coming here.

Softly, she places a chaste kiss upon Callie's bottom lip before she pulls away, her curious eyes studying Callie's perfect face, the woman looking just as confused about what had just happened as she did. Suddenly, the woman who had babbled nonstop to her from the moment she opened her eyes about the life she used to have and the person she used to be, is suddenly very silent.

Quietly, Arizona reaches over, her pinky linking around Callie's softly, her fingers absently caressing against those tan fingers of the raven haired beauty. For a few minutes, nothing is said, the two of them just sit in the silence of the room, the two just take it all in, how in a second everything had changed and yet remained ever so painfully the same.

There is silence, until Callie exhales sharply, looking at Arizona with sympathetic eyes.

"We probably shouldn't have done that," Callie sighs and Arizona looks at her with a wrinkled brow, bewilderment written upon her slightly scratched face. She feels something inside of her snap, her heart plummeting to her stomach. She has faced rejection before, but there is just something about Callie rejecting her that makes her feel ill.

"I don't… you didn't like it?" Arizona whispers softly and Callie shakes her head with a smile.

"No. No. Don't get me wrong… I liked it. Hell, I loved it. I love kissing you, Arizona. Like a lot. But it's… its different now. Things aren't the same, things aren't…. like before is gone. Probably forever. You don't remember… things… significant things. And it's not fair for me to kiss you and pretend like everything is okay when it's not," Callie sighs, threading her fingers through her hair as she looks at the blonde with pained eyes.

"This is probably the hardest thing in the world that I will ever have to do but there are things… things you need to know. About me, about us. And I can't… lie to you anymore. I can't go on pretending because that's not going to fix anything and I know things are hard enough now but I need you and I just… we really need to talk," Callie mumbles, stumbling over her words and Arizona sighs with a quiet nod, licking her lips softly as she gives Callie's pinky a reassuring squeeze.

"So, talk." Arizona mutters. Callie sighs again, much deeper this time and even though Arizona doesn't know Callie quite that well, she knows just enough to realize how bad this really must be. The nerves build within her, a lump in her throat, when Callie's dark eyes meet hers again and she can see the tears forming within them. However, just as Callie's lips part to say something, another voice echoes in the room.

"Someone is here to see you, Mama," Breaking their eye contact, both of the women look at the doorway to which a very beaming Addison Montgomery enters, pushing a tiny baby bed with a squirming pink blanket inside. Suddenly, Arizona's heart leaps in her throat, it is like everything in her entire life suddenly just makes sense.

Rolling the crib over to Arizona, Addison grins at her best friend who nods her head in acknowledgement, unable to form words. Instead, Callie just watches as Addison picks the baby up safely nestled in her arms before she leans Arizona back, carefully placing the little baby in her arms. It is instinct the way that Arizona's body molds around the tiny infant, the way she holds her warmly against her chest and instantly, a bright, beaming grin appears on her face.

"Hi baby," Arizona swoons, the tears blistering in her bottled blue's as her fingers softly stroke the crown of her white blonde hair. Looking down at this little tiny thing, this little tiny life, Arizona feels her heart swell and grow three sizes, she suddenly feels bound here, by a thousand little strings, to this life, to this baby, to Callie.

"Oh God, I am so happy to see you. I was so worried about you," Arizona's voice cracks as the tears begin to spill down her cheeks, "I really was. I couldn't see you because I was sick too but you're here. You're here, in my arms, and you're… you are alive. And God, you're so beautiful. Isn't she beautiful, Calliope?" Arizona whispers, glancing at the woman beside of her and Callie nods with the same loving tears in her own eyes.

"The most beautiful baby in the whole world," Callie whispers, quietly running her finger along the bottom of their daughter's foot, to which the infant quickly pulls it away in disapproval. Shaking her head softly, she gazes at Arizona and their daughter, her mind racing a thousand miles per second, trying to make sense of all this, trying to convince herself that this is real. This is her Arizona, this is her daughter, and this is her life now.

They had decided, or rather, Arizona had, after the power of persuasion from Callie of course, to name the infant Daniela Nesiah. They named her Daniela after the Colonel and Nesiah because it symbolically had meant a miracle, and that is exactly what this tiny human is. A miracle. A miracle that had been sent to save Callie, to give her hope, love and life again- and she had.

"We come bearing good news," Addison smiles, running her own fingers over the tiny infant's white tuffs of hair. Smiling, Callie gently wraps the blanket around her daughter lovingly as she places her finger under Nesiah's fingers, her heart practically stopping as they curl around them.

"We did tests and blood work and the required necessities to see what was going on with your daughter and if the crash had affected her in any way, shape, or form. And finally, after hours of ongoing tests, to which she was more than disapproving of, we got them back. And your daughter is…." Addison smiles as she glances between the two women, who are both staring back at her with curious eyes.

"Daniela Nesiah is a perfectly fine newborn. She is as healthy and happy as a baby her size could be. We ran the tests and she passed with flying colors, in fact, she isn't as premature as we once thought she would be. She shows no signs of trauma or distress from the accident. If we didn't know the circumstances of the accident, we would say that she was a perfect newborn," Addison grins with a quiet shrug of her shoulders.

"So, she's… she is going to be okay?" Callie asks, shaking her head in disbelief.

"She's going to be more than fine, Callie. She's going to be perfect," Addison smiles lovingly. The words, however, sound like they are coming from a thousand miles away to Arizona Robbins, who is already swooning over her daughter.

"Did you hear that, little one? You're perfect." Arizona whispers, leaning down as she places a soft kiss upon the infant's forehead. Smiling, Callie looks up at her best friend who watches the two of them with loving, joyful eyes. There are so many things she wants to say to her, but there will never be quite enough words in the human language to tell Addison just how thankful she is for her, for saving their daughter, and saving her in the process.

Instead of saying anything at all, however, Callie simply mouths the words 'thank you' to the red haired dame. Grinning, Addison nods her head in response, glancing back down at the baby who is already fast asleep in her mother's arms.

"I'm just going to leave you three alone. Arizona, if you need anything, you know what to do," Addison smiles, running her fingers through the baby's hair once more before she turns to leave. However, Arizona stops her.

"Dr. Montgomery," Arizona calls out and Addison stops, turning back to the face the blonde. Smiling bashfully, Arizona looks down at her tiny daughter before back at the woman who placed her in her arms as a new film of tears begin to appear in her eyes, "th-thank you for this. For her, I mean. You… you saved her."

"Actually, I think she saved all of us," Addison smiles her all-knowing smile before winking as she walks out the door. Sighing in content, Arizona leans back against the pillows, gazing down at this tiny creature that she created. For months, this little girl had grown inside of her; she had been the one who kicked her, the one who kept her awake at night, the one who brought life and color to her abnormally black and white world.

Sighing softly, she leans into Callie who carefully drapes her arm around her. Although she is not sure where they stand at the moment and apparently they still have big issues to face, there is something about this moment here that just feels so incredibly right, as if it had been meant to happen all along, as if she had always been meant to be here with Callie, with her daughter.

"Are you okay?" Callie asks, glimpsing at her quickly before her hooded eyes return back to the baby sleeping all snuggled in the tiny pink blanket. Smiling softly, Arizona looks at the woman beside of her, at the love written in her eyes, and for a moment, just a brief moment, she feels like it is going to be okay. For a moment, it all just comes back.

"I'm going to be perfect," Arizona smiles and for the first time in a long time, she actually means it.