Little Moments: Season 8

By: Peak123

I have been watching Grey's Anatomy religiously for eight seasons now, and every episode it feels to me as if we are missing some of the most important scenes in our favorite characters lives. Of course, everything cannot be covered in one hour…but in my fanfic world, I can extend these scenes and add in my interpretation of our favorite girls, Callie and Arizona. Hope you like my continuation of their story…

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy or any of the characters/story lines. Sadly, those all belong to ABC and Shonda Rhimes.

Chapter 1: Season 8, Episodes 1 and 2

Callie and Arizona ride the elevator up to the third floor, just like they do every other morning. They are running late as usual, their lack of sleep making it a bit more challenging to make it anywhere on time these days.

"Thank God we have that dumb breakfast this morning, or we would never get a chance to eat," Callie says, her eyes fixed on the adorable baby in her wife's arms.

"No kidding," Arizona says with a laugh, tickling Sofia under her little chin. "Somebody makes it very hard to get anything done in the morning. Good thing you're so cute, huh?"

The two women giggle and smile at their daughter, blue eyes meeting brown as they share the happiness created by motherhood. The elevator doors open suddenly into the world of medicine, the little family shuffling through the swarms of doctors, nurses, and patient visitors.

Callie and Arizona turn their heads in the direction of their friend and colleague, Teddy Altman, who comes walking up alongside them with a chart in hand. She gushes over Sofia, talking to her in that really annoying baby voice that so many people use. After a few moments of this nonsense, Callie wants to know why her wife's best friend is so damn cheerful.

Arizona smiles knowingly, holding Sofia close to inhale her sweet, baby smell. After explaining that Teddy is unusually happy because she is having lots of sex, the three women laugh. Teddy claims that it's not just sex…it's earth shattering sex, causing Arizona to cover her daughter's ears. Teddy disappears, leaving Callie quite disturbed by her sunny disposition.

Arizona continues to whisper in Sofia's ear, grabbing her chubby little face and bringing it up to her mouth. "Don't listen to Aunt Teddy talk about sex," she tells her daughter. Callie is still cracking up when Arizona turns to pass her the baby, a huge grin forming on the blonde's face at the beautiful sound of her wife's laughter.

"What?" Callie asks when Arizona doesn't stop staring at her, a dimpled smile melting her heart.

"Nothing…I just love you, that's all," Arizona states simply, but with so much affection. "Teddy's not the only one who is happy. I mean, we're happy. Right? And we, we have earth shattering sex too…don't we?" Arizona asks, suddenly much more serious.

"We did," Callie replies nonchalantly, her jaw dropping once she realizes what just slipped out. "Um, I mean…we do…when we actually have sex. Unfortunately, our nights have been spent with another lady these days," Callie says, gesturing to the baby who is nestling into the crook of her neck.

A frown naturally forms on Arizona's face as her wife's words hit home. Callie is right. Their sex life has been…lacking lately. "Hey…hey, just because we're not making love all night long doesn't mean we're not happy. We are happy. And we'll, we'll get back to earth shattering someday," Callie says, lifting Arizona's chin to meet her loving gaze. "The baby should start sleeping through the night pretty soon and…"

"Don't," Arizona whispers, cutting her wife off. "I know, Calliope. Now, come on…let's go drop our little girl off at daycare so we can get some breakfast."

A little while later, the two women are standing outside of the hospital daycare, watching Sofia drink her bottle with one of the caregivers. "I hate dropping her off," Arizona says, letting out a long-winded sigh.

"Me too," Callie whispers as she lays a comforting hand on her wife's back. "But the sooner we get to work…the sooner we get to pick her up and go home. Now, come here and give me a kiss before I'm just another surgeon to you for the next eight hours."

"You are never just another surgeon to me, Calliope," Arizona says as she surveys the area, leaning in for a quick kiss once she sees the coast is clear. Their lips touch only briefly, but the love shining between light and dark eyes is unmistakable.

"I love you," Callie whispers as she stares into a pair of bright blue orbs. "And I promise you…tonight- earth shattering sex. No matter how tired we are…it's gonna happen, okay?"

Arizona just nods and smiles, brushing her wife's hand tenderly as they walk down the hallway towards the elevator.

After a long and grueling day apart, the two women meet again in front of the nurses station. Callie is standing with Mark, watching a terrible scene unfold as a social worker threatens to take Zola away from Derek and Meredith.

"How's it going?" the blonde asks as she comes to stand beside her wife.

Callie lets out a deep breath and tells her wife they don't really know just yet. The three parents just stare at Meredith as she holds her daughter, sadness taking over all of their faces.

"Maybe we should go check on Sofia?" Arizona says suddenly, causing the brunette's eyes to widen with fear.

Arizona just stares straight ahead for a moment, a million thoughts racing through her head. The blonde looks over at the man she never thought she'd agree with, silent understanding passing between their eyes before she takes off in the direction of the daycare. Mark is right behind her, not wasting a minute to follow.

Arizona walks as fast as her feet will carry her down the hall, wanting nothing more than to see her daughter with her own two eyes. It may be irrational…the need to check up on Sofia, the need to be sure that she's still right where her and Callie left her this morning. But Arizona is a mother now, and there's no such thing as rational when it comes to her little girl.

"Hey, wait up," Callie yells a moment later, weaving her fingers through her wife's when she finally catches up to her. "Sofia really is fine, babe."

"I know," Arizona whispers, blue eyes meeting brown in the space between the two women. "But right now, I just need to see that for myself. Okay?"

"Okay," the brunette replies, sending her wife a soft smile as they make their way into the daycare. Callie is not quite sure why Arizona seems so worried, but it's kind of sweet. Arizona has embraced motherhood in a way Callie never dreamed possible, leaving the brunette in awe of the woman she fell in love with.

The three parents stand before the infant room, staring down at their sleeping baby in her crib as they debate on whether on not they should just let her sleep. They just stand there for a moment, silently willing themselves to leave the tiny baby alone. Callie watches as Arizona swallows the lump in her throat, the tell-tale sign that something heavy is weighing on her mind. Mark decides for the three of them that they are going in to wake up Sofia, sliding the door open as the two women quickly follow behind him.

"Hi, baby…hi, sweet girl," Callie calls to the miniature version of herself, smiling brightly along with her wife and Mark. Arizona is just beaming as she stares at Sofia, a dimpled smile greeting her daughter who she has been missing all day. Mark lifts the baby our of her crib and she is quickly passed between three sets of loving hands, everyone grateful to have Sofia back in their possession.

After gathering her diaper bag and signing her out of the daycare, the group heads across the street to their apartment building. Callie whips up a quick dinner for the three adults, while Arizona sits on the couch with Sofia to feed her. A few times while she is cooking, Callie looks over at the two girls who own her heart, noticing that the worried look has yet to leave her wife's eyes.

"We're gonna make it an early night tonight," Callie tells Mark as she begins to dish out the meal. Mark looks over at the pair on the couch, nodding in agreement when he sees that something is bothering Arizona.

An hour or so later, everyone has been fed…Sophia has been passed around the table…the trauma of the sinkhole has been discussed. Mark helps Arizona clear the table before giving Sofia one last kiss and saying goodnight.

"He left awfully early tonight," Arizona remarks as she finishes loading the dishwasher. "Does he have a date or something? Cause I mean, usually we have to kick him out."

"Yeah, well…I wanted us to have a chance to talk," Callie says, inhaling nervously as she takes the dishtowel out of her wife's hands. Arizona raises her eyebrows in confusion, worry quickly being replaced with dread.

"Oh my God, what? What is it, Callie?" the frightened blonde asks as she takes Sofia from her wife and holds her close.

"It's nothing," Callie answers as she runs a loving hand down her wife's arm. "Well, actually…I don't know what's wrong. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Once again, Arizona's brows go up as she pretends that everything is okay.

"There's nothing wrong," she lies as she brushes past Callie with Sofia. Arizona heads into the nursery and changes the baby, settling into the rocking chair with her little love. Callie stands in the doorway, just glaring at her wife until she decides to speak. "Okay, so I was worried about her today. I couldn't help it. I was working with Derek and he was…he was freaking out about Zola, and I just couldn't get Sofia out of my mind. I know it's silly, but I…I'm just so afraid of losing her."

"Arizona…we're not going to lose her," Callie says, her voice cracking with emotion. "She's ours, baby. We don't have to worry like Derek and Meredith, because Sofia has always been ours…flesh and blood."

"No…she's yours. Flesh and blood, she is yours and Mark's," Arizona whispers when she can finally breathe, tears clouding her beautiful blue eyes.

"Arizona…" Callie cries, her own tears building behind big, brown eyes. "I would…we would never," she starts to say.

"I know," Arizona says, cutting her off. "Like I said…it's silly. You and I are married, and even if…I know you would never, ever keep me from seeing her. It's just…sometimes the thought pops in my head and I start to freak out. Because…because I love her so much, Callie."

"Oh, baby. Oh, I know you do…I know," Callie whispers as she pulls Arizona to stand and wraps her arms around her. Arizona cries into her wife's shoulder as she clings to the sleeping bundle in her arms, Callie's loving embrace providing her with comfort and security. "You listen to me, Arizona Robbins," Callie demands after a moment, ducking down to meet the sad, blue eyes before her. "You and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together, you hear me?" Arizona just nods, a smile beginning to form on her mouth. "We are going to raise Sofia together. And no one…no one, is ever going to take our baby away from you. I promise."

The small smile on Arizona's face quickly turns into a wide grin as she glances back and forth between her beautiful wife and the sweet baby in her arms. "Thank you, Calliope," Arizona whispers before leaning in to steal a kiss. "You're very good at making me feel better, you know that?"

"Hmm, well that works both ways," Callie says with a wink and a smile. "Now, let's get this little angel to bed so we can have that alone time I promised you earlier."

Callie places a tender kiss to her daughter's forehead, whispering goodnight to the sleeping baby before walking out of the nursery. She is surprised to see Sofia still in her mother's arms when Arizona joins her in the bedroom.

"Arizona, what are you doing?" the brunette inquires as she pulls back the covers and gets into bed. "We're supposed to be giving Teddy a run for her money. We can't exactly do that with Sofia in here."

Arizona doesn't respond, but rather climbs in bed beside her wife and settles the sleeping baby in between the two of them. "The earth shattering sex can wait, Calliope," Arizona whispers as she stares down at their tiny daughter, nothing but love and happiness shining in her blue eyes. "She's ours…she's really ours."

Chapter 2: Season 8, Episode 5

The ride home from Teddy and Henry's party was quiet, both women reflecting on the long day that had passed…both women reflecting on the words spoken only a few hours ago, fears revealed and promises made.

From behind the wheel, Callie looks over at her wife…the woman she loves, the mother of her child. She sucks in a deep breath before breaking the silence, blue eyes instantly meeting hers the moment they pull into the parking lot.

"Do you think she's alright?" Callie asks as she pulls the key out of the ignition, turning it over in her hand nervously.

"Sofia?" Arizona whispers, brows furrowed in confusion.

"No…Zola," Callie clarifies, offering her wife a smile as she runs a comforting hand down her arm.

"I think so," Arizona replies, swallowing the lump in her throat that seems to have been stuck there since Karev first opened his mouth in the OR. "The surgery went as well as it could have. And, and she's strong. There's no doubt in my mind that Zola will make a full recovery."

"That's great. So I guess we just wait and see if the adoption goes through then?" Callie questions, taking Arizona's hand in her own.

Arizona can no longer look in the big, brown eyes before her, the mention of guardianship bringing back the pain and insecurity that's been living in her heart for months now. Callie promised her they would always be together…that Sofia would always be theirs. Yet doubt is still lingering. Without a legal contraction…without that paper saying Sofia is hers, Arizona has no right to her as a parent.

Callie can see the panic written on her wife's face…the unshed tears that have been clouding her brilliant, blue eyes all evening. "Let's go see the baby," she says as she opens the car door, pausing to turn back towards Arizona after a second. "Let's go see our baby. I'm sure she's been missing her mama all night."

Arizona is touched by her wife's words, a dimpled smile lighting up the cold, dark car. "You too…I'm sure she's been missing her mommy too," Arizona says, wiping a single tear from her cheek before getting out of the car.

The two walk hand in hand down the sidewalk to their apartment, the air filled with silence once again until the elevator doors open up to the fifth floor. "I love you," Callie whispers as she passes Arizona her keys, brown eyes meeting blue.

"I know," Arizona replies, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Callie's ear. "I love you too, Calliope."

When they enter the apartment, Mark is sitting on the couch, watching the game and going over his post-op notes. "Hey, how was the party?" he inquires, sitting up and quickly turning off the television.

"Good," Callie says, watching Arizona out of the corner of her eye. "Teddy's new place is really nice. We had a nice time. Thanks for watching the munchkin."

"Yeah…thanks, Mark," Arizona says without even glancing in his direction, her body moving swiftly towards the nursery. "See you in the morning," she whispers as she pushes Sofia's door open, disappearing behind it within seconds.

"Blondie alright?" Mark asks as he moves towards the door, realizing tonight is not the night to overstay his welcome.

"Yeah…she's okay. Just been a long day, that's all," Callie says, patting her friend on the shoulder before walking him out into the hallway. Mark smiles and nods, telling his best friend that he'll meet her at the daycare tomorrow. "Hey, Mark?" Callie calls just as he is about to close the door to his own place.

Mark whips back around, eyebrows arched. "Hmmm?"

"Can we…can we sit down with a lawyer?" Callie chokes out. Her eyes grow wide when she realizes what that question may have implied, so she quickly continues. "Not for you, Mark. For….for Arizona." Again, the man's brows go up, his eyes begging for clarity. "I think Arizona should have some legal rights when it comes to Sofia. It's only fair…and she, she needs it. Arizona really needs this, Mark."

Mark breathes a sigh of relief, realizing Callie's desire isn't threatening to him or his rights as a father. "Okay. We'll work it out, Cal," he states simply before saying goodnight and closing the door.

When Callie arrives at Sofia's room a moment later, Arizona is sitting beside the crib. Her hand is woven through the rails to hold her daughter's, tears streaming down her face. "I love her so much. It, it scares the hell out of me."

Callie inhales sharply as she crosses the room, sitting down and pulling Arizona into her arms. "And she loves you. You are her mama, Arizona. I promise, we will work this all out so that can never, ever change."

Blonde waves cover Callie's shoulder as her wife lays her head down upon it, like she did at Teddy's. There are a million thoughts racing through Arizona's mind as a tiny hand clutches her ring finger, her wedding bank sparkling in the silver moonlight. "Let's go to bed," she whispers, giving Sofia's hand a final squeeze before saying goodnight.

Callie nods in silence, reaching over the top of the crib to touch her precious baby girl one more time before the day has ended. "Mommy and Mama love you so much. Sweet dreams, Sofia."

Moments later, the two women settle into bed comfortably and quietly. There is no need for anymore words tonight. Callie opens her arms, inviting Arizona into to the most safe and loving place she has ever known. The sound of her wife's heart beating against her ear quickly puts the blonde to sleep, familiar comfort easing her mind.

Is isn't until three a.m. that either woman regains consciousness, the soft sounds of their daughter playing like a beautiful melody over the baby monitor. Arizona springs up in bed, blue eyes opening wide to the babbling baby across the apartment.

"Let me at least try," Callie whispers, fingertips wrapped around her wife's bare shoulder. Soft lips convey the message of love once more as they touch down upon smooth, porcelain skin. Arizona exhales loudly, her body naturally reacting to the magnificent woman who just kissed her tenderly.

Many minutes pass without Callie returning, and finally Arizona makes her way to the nursery. She can't help but smile as she stands outside the door, watching her wife with their daughter. Sofia is wide awake, despite Callie's best efforts to get her back to bed, the singing and rocking having no effect on the baby whatsoever.

"Want me to take her?" Arizona asks, the sound of her voice causing Sofia's head to turn rapidly in her direction.

Warm, chocolate eyes glance back and forth between the baby below them and the woman across the room. "You're the only one she wants in the middle of the night," Callie says with a smile.

Sofia's weary eyes start to close, and for a moment, she snuggles deep into her mommy's chest. The calm only lasts a few seconds before a tiny head pops up again, arms stretched out for the other woman in her life. Arizona gathers Sofia into her arms, holding her close as she whispers softly in her ear. It only takes a few minutes of hearing her mama's voice before the sweet baby is asleep, raven locks mingling with golden tresses over Arizona's shoulder.

"You're mine," Arizona whispers before kissing Sofia and placing her back into the crib. "No matter what anyone ever says, you were always my baby too."

"Arizona…" Callie's voice trails, brown eyes filled with sadness.

"No…don't, Calliope. It's…it's okay. She's worth it…she's worth all of it." Blue eyes sparkle, dimples deep with the wide grin of a mother looking down at her child.

"Goodnight, Sofia," Arizona whispers as she shuts the door, ready to go back to the arms of the woman she loves.

Chapter 3: Season 8, Episode 6

Mark walked out of the apartment, his head hung like a puppy who was just scolded for stealing scraps. He will be eating scraps tonight, that's for sure. The tiny slice of pizza Callie threw on his plate will have to serve as his dinner…a dinner he will be eating alone.

"That was incredibly hot," Arizona says when the door closes behind her newfound friend, the sparkle in her eyes assuring her wife that Mark's absence is more than okay with her. "So, so hot," she husks in Callie's ear as she pulls her in for a heated kiss, both women anxious to get their evening started.

Callie grabs the back of her wife's head, tugging a bit on the long, blonde locks she's been dreaming of pulling all day long. Arizona likes it rough sometimes, and Callie plans on giving it to her every which way tonight. "You are incredibly hot," Callie breathes into the ear now pressed up against her lips, her hands reaching around to grab the ass she's also been dreaming of.

Arizona thrusts her hips, leaning into her wife's warm body as tongues continue to battle for dominance. It's been so long since they've done this…since they've taken time to really connect physically. Sure, they've had sex…short, little trysts that have often been interrupted by a crying baby, or ten minute quickies in the on call room between surgeries. But Arizona can't remember the last time her Calliope made her feel this way…made her feel like she was the only person in the entire world who mattered, the only person in the entire world she wanted.

A nervous giggle escapes the blonde's mouth as her wife's hands roam over her body. Callie pulls back, brown, lust-filled eyes meeting the blue ones before her. She nestles into the crook of Arizona's neck, soft lips covering the tender skin she adores so much. "What's so funny?" she asks, chuckling a bit herself when she feels her wife shaking with laughter.

"I…I can't believe you threw out his chicken," Arizona says after a moment, eliciting another round of giggles and tender kisses. "Did you see the look on his face?"

"Uh huh," Callie snickers as she snakes a hand under Arizona's shirt, her touch creating goose bumps on the smooth, porcelain skin. "He was pretty shocked, I guess."

"That make two of us," Arizona admits, causing Callie to drop her hands and take a step back.

Brown eyes lose their lusty glimmer, brows furrowed in sadness and disbelief. "Why? Is it really that surprising that I want you all to myself?" she asks, sounding highly offended.

Arizona releases a shaky breath, closing her eyes for a moment to collect her thoughts. This is not how she wants this evening to go. She doesn't' want to argue about the past, or talk about their lack of intimacy lately. She wants to do exactly what her wife suggested-eat pizza and drink beer…in bed.

When blue eyes open again to lock with brown, there is nothing but love and desire shining in them. "Let's just say I was pleasantly surprised…very pleasantly surprised," Arizona husks in her wife's ear when she makes her move, grabbing the luscious curves she's been missing and pulling Callie into her body.

Callie hesitates for a moment, her eyes scanning her lover's again briefly before she throws every ounce of love and passion she has into a long, lingering kiss. I do…want you, Arizona. All the time," she says in between hard, desperate kisses. A lump quickly forms in the blonde's throat, the sincerity in her wife's voice erasing all doubt.

Things heat up again rather quickly, both women pushing their thoughts aside to ravish one another, hands traveling up and down clothed bodies. Like many nights before, their trip to love-making heaven is detoured by the sweet cries of their little girl. Callie sighs heavily, resting her forehead on Arizona's shoulder in defeat. Arizona rubs the brunette's back sympathetically, sharing her wife's disappointment for a moment before backing up in the direction of the nursery. "No, I'll get her," Callie says, pouting when her wife is out of reach. "I haven't seen her all day. I'll just get her changed and bring her over to Mark's. Okay?"

Arizona nods, sucking in a deep breath when her wife disappears into their daughter's bedroom. She sits down at the kitchen counter, eyeing the half-chopped salad and un-mashed potatoes that were meant to go with their chicken dinner. When Callie emerges with Sofia a few minutes later, Arizona snaps out of her daze and walks her two beautiful girls to the front door. "Goodnight, baby girl," she whispers, placing a tender kiss upon soft, black hair. "I love you."

"I'll be right back," Callie promises, so much intensity in her gaze. "Night night, Mama," she says, waving Sofia's tiny hand at Arizona. "Okay, little lady…let's get you to your daddy."

It only takes a moment for Callie to return, finding her wife deep in thought at the kitchen counter again. "What are you thinking about?" she asks, nervously looking down at the floor.

Arizona's head whips up, a dimpled smile taking over her face. "Pizza…beer…bed…sex," she rattles off, her cheeks beginning to blush slightly. "Although, I was hoping we could change the order a bit."

Callie smiles as she grabs the box of pizza, gesturing for her wife to take the six pack at the edge of the counter. "I'm ready when you are," she says, turning back when Arizona doesn't follow immediately. "You said sex first, right? " Arizona nods seductively, licking her lips in anticipation. "That doesn't mean we can't have sex again after dinner, does it?"

This time the blonde's head moves back and forth rather quickly, a clear "no" bellowing from the kitchen as she grabs the beer. "You said lots and lots of sex, Callie," she reminds her wife when she reaches the bedroom. "And we don't have to worry about Sofia…or Mark…or anything else. Just you and me tonight."

Those are the last words spoken for quite some time. Pizza is placed on the dresser…beers are cracked open…clothes are ripped off. Light and dark skin is touched and tasted, both women taking their time to worship the bodies they've been longing for. Passionate kisses are shared once more…love is made…orgasms given, over and over again.

When hunger becomes unbearable, the contented couple takes a break, cold pizza now on the menu. But neither of them cares…tonight, food is only about sustenance. The beer is gone long before cheesy slices are consumed, freedom from Sofia's midnight feeding allowing the ladies to let go of all inhibition. Both Callie and Arizona are feeling pretty buzzed after dinner, finding themselves without any reservations.

Arizona slides the box of pizza off the bed, the cardboard box landing with a thump on the hard wood floor. "Get your sexy ass over here," she demands, throwing back the sheet that was loosely covering her body. She grabs her wife's arm and pulls her in, ready to devour her beautiful body again.

But Callie is hesitant and pulls back from the blonde's enthusiastic kiss, brown eyes venturing deep into blue. "I'm sorry," Callie whispers, holding tight to her wife's delicate fingers.

Arizona's eyebrows lower, confusion setting in as warm chocolate continues to penetrate her soul. "Sorry? Sorry for what?" she asks, lifting their joined hands to place a series of tender kisses across her wife's knuckles. "You've given us an opportunity to make love all night long," Arizona whispers when Callie looks away from her, her gaze now intently on the mattress below them. The blonde reaches out to touch caramel skin, fingertips brushing soft cheeks before lifting her wife's chin. "What on earth are you apologizing for, Calliope?"

Once again, Callie's eyes focus on the bright blue ones before her…the eyes she fell in love with so long ago. "I'm…I'm sorry I let Mark come between us before," she chokes out, her voice heavy with emotion. "I never thought about how his presence would make you feel. I, I never realized how much it took away from us. And I know I can't go back and change it. I can't fix the past. But I can fix the future. From now on, it's you and me, babe."

"But I was just getting used to our threesome," Arizona jokes, despite the tears clouding her eyes. "I'm sorry too," she says after a moment of reflective silence, her fingers still wrapped tightly around her wife's. "I never meant to let him take up so much of our time either. It's just…Mark and I have finally moved past all our crap with one another. And, and it…it felt good to have someone to talk to when you're not here."

"That's great, Arizona. Really…it is. I'm happy you and Mark are friends now," Callie says quickly, not wanting there to be any misunderstanding. "Mark will always be a part of our lives. But you are the person I married. You are the one I want to spend my days with…and my nights."

"Well, I hope so," Arizona says as she slides into her wife's arms. "Because I certainly don't want to spend my nights with Mark Sloan."

Callie laughs into golden locks, her wife's head pressed firmly into her chest. "I love you, you know that?"

Arizona pulls back to kiss her wife, wanting to show her just how touched she is by her words. "Mmmm…I love you too," she whispers against warm lips, blue eyes looking up into brown. "Now why don't you tell me about this neck you built?"

"Uh uhhh…we can talk about that later," Callie says, tan legs wrapping around pale hips. "Right now, there's still lots and lots of sex to be had."

Both women smile as they pull one another in close, not wasting another minute of precious time together. Hours pass before exhaustion takes over them, sweat-drenched bodies collapsing under the covers in ecstasy. It may be months before they have another night like this…another night full of love and passion, where only the two of them exists in their private world. But at least they had tonight. And no one-not even Mark, will ever know what they have shared.

Chapter 4: Season 8, Episode 7

After leaving the baseball field, Callie and Arizona start out on the drive back to their apartment. It has turned pretty cold during the evening, shared flasks and bottles of beer the only thing keeping anyone warm out on the bleachers.

"Turn the heat up," Arizona tells her wife as she wraps her arms around her own body, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"I was planning on doing that at home," Callie whispers seductively, chocolate eyes dripping with lust as they roam over the woman beside her. "You look hot in that uniform."

"Yeah?" Arizona questions as the blush rises in her cheeks, her whole body suddenly feeling very warm. "Well, you look pretty damn good too. If it wasn't for that fly ball Bailey caught, I might have taken you right there on the field."

Callie inhales sharply, placing her hands firmly on the steering wheel in front of her. "We'd better get home," she says, keeping her eyes fixed on the road. If she looks at Arizona one more time, there is no doubt in her mind they'll be making love in the backseat of the car.

It only takes a few minutes to reach their apartment building, between the short distance and the way Callie is driving. "Mark's got Sofia all night, Callie. There's no need to rush," Arizona teases, her voice dripping with desire.

"Believe me, I am going to take my time with you…up there, in our bedroom," Callie says, pointing to their window from the parking lot.

Both women scurry out of the car and through the parking lot, anxious to get their night started. They race through the lobby, hand in hand, giggling when they get inside the elevator. The doors are barely closed when Callie pushes Arizona up against the wall, her lips instantly finding the blonde's. When both women are struggling to breath, Callie pulls her head back, leaving only her body pressed up against her wife's. "Let's go finish what we started on that baseball field," she husks in Arizona's ear before pushing off of her completely.

It isn't long before blue jerseys are found in a pile on the bedroom floor, bare forms molded together in the middle of the large bed. "You really think I looked hot in that uniform?" Arizona asks as she straddles the caramel hips below her, insecurity evident in her tone.

"So hot," Callie whispers as she pulls herself up, resting on her elbows to meet a pair of bright, blue eyes. "The jersey…the tight, black pants…those pigtails. I almost came right on the field, just from looking at you," Callie says, tugging on a loose, blonde curl before grabbing the back of her wife's head and pulling her in for a heated kiss.

Tongues battle for dominance, love and lust being poured into each and every kiss. Arizona snakes a hand down the length of her wife's curvy body, stopping between her thighs to tease her a bit. One set of fingers weave through raven locks while the other run through slick folds. "Mmmm…I bet I can make you come right now," Arizona breathes into her wife's ear, her tongue darting out to flick the lobe before working its way down to a hard nipple. She takes her time to worship the body she adores, kissing and pulling on every piece of tender flesh within her grasp.

Callie writhes and moans under Arizona's touch, no doubt in her mind that she will be coming for her wife tonight. When talented fingers reach the spot that takes her over the edge, Callie's back arches up off the bed. "Oh…oh, God. Arizona…" she cries, fireworks going off behind her lids.

When she can finally stop panting, Callie opens her eyes, a brilliant smile plastered on her face. "Good game?" Arizona asks, fingertips tracing the full, upturned lips below her.

"Pretty sure I just hit a homerun," Callie replies, thrusting her hips until she grazes her wife's clit with her thigh. Arizona leans in for a kiss, grinding down harder every time her lips meet Callie's. "Looks like someone else is ready to score," Callie says, licking her lips in anticipation.

In a swift and sudden motion, Callie flips their joined bodies, never once breaking the passionate kiss they are sharing. It is only when the need for oxygen becomes too great that she releases her wife's mouth, her own swollen lips working their way down beautiful, porcelain skin. She stops at each perfect breast, rolling her tongue over the erect, pink buds as they are offered to her. "I think I just made it to first base," Callie whispers.

She then licks a trail from Arizona's cleavage to her belly button, kissing all around it until her wife begins to giggle. "Looks like I found second base," Callie teases, continuing to make Arizona writhe under her.

"Calliope…please," Arizona begs, blue eyes looking down into brown.

With that, Callie's mouth moves lower until it reaches the sensitive, inner thigh that she loves to worship. She plants her lips firmly on this tender skin, nipping and sucking until she leaves a tiny mark. "Third base. Mmmm…I love third base," Callie whispers against her wife's thigh, slowly working her lips inward.

"Come on, baby…bring it home," Arizona demands, fingers tangling in gorgeous, black hair. "Knock it out of the park."

Before she can even take a breath, Callie's mouth is covering her pulsing clit, sending a shock through her whole system. Arizona spreads her legs, giving her wife more access to the place she needs her. Without any warning, Callie thrusts two fingers deep inside, her tongue continuing to work its magic. It isn't long before the blonde is screaming in ecstasy, her body shaking with pleasure.

"Good game?" Callie asks this time, causing both women to laugh.

"Best game in town," Arizona replies as she pulls her wife up to hold her, covering them both with their warm, down comforter. She nestles into the crook of Callie's neck, releasing a heavy sigh of contentment after several moments of blissful silence. When she turns to look at her wife, that same brilliant smile has once again taken over Callie's face.

"You look awfully happy," Arizona remarks, her own dimpled smile beginning to form.

"I am," Callie says quickly as she laces her fingers through her wife's, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I'm alive, our daughter is healthy, and we're more in love than I think we've ever been before. There's no way I couldn't be happy," she whispers against soft, pink lips before kissing her wife with all the love and joy she has inside of her.

Arizona dimples deepen, her eyes filled with happy tears. "We do make the best team, don't we?" Arizona says, smiling when she feels her wife nod against her cheek. "I love you, Calliope," she whispers before they both drift off to sleep, dreaming of blue jerseys and home runs.

Chapter 5: Season 8, Episode 8

It had taken half an hour for Callie and her ex mother in law to go through the hundreds of pictures of Sofia stored on the hard drive of the young doctor's cell phone, each one bringing out a funny story or memorable moment in the tiny baby's life. The two women, who always had such a fond affection for one another, laughed and cried together until Louise began to get tired, heavy lids and uncontrollable yawns indicating the older woman needed more rest after her surgical procedure. Goodbyes were bittersweet…loose ends tied up…the past now finally left in the past.

George's mother had been sympathetic to the struggles her former daughter in law had endured, and seemed truly grateful that Callie was alive and able to lead the good life she had created with the person she loves…even if that person happened to be a woman. Louise O'Malley was more understanding…more accepting than most. Much more accepting than Callie's mother would probably ever be.

But even if she hadn't been, it would not have mattered to Callie. Despite getting a reprieve from her wife…despite the reaction she may have gotten from George's mother, Callie had chosen to be honest about her sexuality. She had chosen to stand up for the relationship she was in…the partnership she and Arizona had created.. Not because she had to. Because she wanted to. Because more than anything in her whole life aside from their daughter, that relationship is the one thing she is most proud of.

Callie left Mrs. O'Malley's room, fresh tears still in her eyes, and headed directly to the Peds unit. Right beside the nurses station, Arizona was standing, filling out her last chart for the night. Callie just stood back and studied her for a moment, wondering how she could have ever hesitated to tell anyone that the beautiful, wonderful woman she was staring at was hers…all hers, for the rest of their lives.

Arizona was smiling, dimples deep and eyes sparkling, as she handed over the chart to one of the nurses. Her wife continued to watch her in awe, taking in every feature she loved about the blonde. Callie was mesmerized…brown eyes roaming from bright blue, to those amazing dimples, to the soft, pink lips she was so fortunate to kiss every night.

It was only when Arizona tuned and caught her that Callie made her move, the brilliant smile on the blonde's face now being offered to only her.

"Hey…figured I'd be seeing you at home, Dr. Torres," she teased as Callie drew closer, inching her way towards the nurses station. "I thought your shift was over an hour ago."

Callie simply stood before her wife, tears still forming in her eyes as she swallowed the lump in her throat. "It's um…it's Mrs. Robbins," she stammered, breaking her loving gaze for a moment when Arizona's eyebrows raised in confusion. Callie took a deep breath and closed her eyes, wanting this one thing to finally come out right. "I'm off duty now. So…it's, it's Mrs. Robbins."

The biggest, most magical smile now took over Arizona's face, yet she still said not a word. She just stared into the pool of warm chocolate before her, waiting to hear what else this miraculous woman was going to say.

"I'm not Callie O'Malley anymore," the brunette announced, rather loudly so that a few heads turned in their direction. "When…when I was married to George, I was Callie O'Malley. Ridiculous, right?"

Arizona could not help the small chuckle that escaped her mouth, the idea of her wife with such a silly name quite amusing. She had no idea where Callie was going with this, and she continued to laugh nervously when she felt a pair of warm hands grab her own, right there in the middle of the children's ward.

"Are you okay?" Arizona asked, beginning to worry once she noticed those big, brown eyes were clouded with tears.

"I'm great," Callie said quickly, confidence in her tone. "When I was married to George, with that stupid name…feeling stupid for being in that relationship- I wasn't so great. But I'm not Callie O'Malley anymore. Now…now I am Mrs. Robbins. Now I am your wife. And there is nothing stupid about that. In fact, marrying you is just about the smartest thing I have ever done."

Blue eyes were now the ones clouded with tears, the proud smile on Callie's face making Arizona's heart soar. "Mrs. Robbins, huh?" the blonde joked, trying not to let emotions getting the best of her. "Does that mean I get to be Mrs. Torres?"

"Well, that all depends," Callie replied, a shy smile starting at the corners of her mouth. "Do you want to be Mrs. Torres?" The two had never formerly discussed their last names, keeping everything status quo at the hospital and not finding much need to use them otherwise.

When Arizona hesitated, blue eyes leaving brown to scan their surroundings once more, Callie began to worry. She bit her bottom lip, her brow furrowed anxiously until she felt a tight squeeze from the hands joined with hers. "More than anything…and for the rest of my life," her wife whispered, blue eyes once again penetrating her soul. "I would love to be Mrs. Torres."

Callie's shy smile soon turned into a wide grin, and without thinking, she pulled Arizona into her arms. Throwing caution to the wind, she kissed her wife with every ounce of love and affection inside of her, leaving Arizona both breathless and speechless. "This is my wife," Callie shouted, pointing at the blonde before her. "I am so in love with this woman."

A deep blush formed on the blonde's face…but she was incredibly happy, despite the twinge of embarrassment. "Calliope Torrrr….I mean, Calliope Robbins," Arizona scolded, pretending to reprimand Callie for her actions. "Please. I am the head of this department. I don't want people going around saying my wife is a crazy lunatic who professes her love for me in the middle of my Peds ward."

Onlookers turned away when the couple noticed them staring, a deep blush now forming on Callie's face. "Sorry. Got carried away there for a minute. It's just….you are an amazing woman, Mrs. Torres," the brunette said quite sincerely, despite the manner with which they now were joking.

"Well then…let's go home, Mrs. Robbins," Arizona said as she dragged her wife towards the elevator, glancing beside her to wink at Callie. "You can show me just how amazing you think I am."

The elevator doors opened up and the happy couple stepped inside, a night of passion waiting for them once their beautiful, perfect daughter drifted off to sleep. Callie let out a contented sigh as she and Arizona rode down the second floor, where their precious Sofia was waiting for them at the daycare. Legally, she may have been able to take George's last name…something she cannot do with her wife. But for the rest of her life, she will be a Robbins...in the one place it truly matters- her heart.

Chapter 6: Season 8, Episode 10

It was in the wee hours of the morning that Arizona finally came home, her presence signaled by the familiar clang of keys on the kitchen counter. Callie, who had been tossing and turning in bed since their daughter went to sleep, propped herself up and waited anxiously for her wife. She just couldn't choke down that terrible, nagging feeling of guilt. It started in the pit of her stomach and made its way to her throat, where it currently resided.

"Hey…surprised to see you still awake," Arizona whispered upon entering the room, noticing the quite alert state her wife was in. "Sorry I'm getting in so late, but…"

"How is she?" Callie asked, interrupting the apology that was certainly not required after everything that had happened that day.

"She's…she's numb," Arizona replied. "She's in a state of shock, and she's just…numb. I think she got all the initial crying out in the morgue. I guess she went down there to see him. She didn't say too much about it though. Just that she looked over his chart, and that…that she was going to have Cristina walk her through every step of the procedure tomorrow."

"Oh, God. Poor Cristina. Poor Teddy," Callie cried out, her voice cracking with emotion. "The whole situation is just…awful."

Arizona, who had been getting herself changed, made her way to the bed. She sat down at the edge with a plop, letting out a heavy sigh. "Yes, it is. It's awful. Everything about it is just…horrible."

"How are you?" Callie dared to ask, even though her wife's somber expression already answered the question. "Did you have dinner? I can make you something to eat. I know it's been a long day for you and…"

"Shhh," Arizona said, stopping her from going any further. "I don't care about eating. You want to do something for me, Cal?" Callie, of course, nodded and offered her wife a subtle smile, even though her eyes were clouded with sadness and regret. "Hold me. That's what you can do tonight. Just…hold me."

Callie threw back the covers and rubbed the space beside her, more than willing to fulfill to her wife's request. "Come here," she whispered against her love's ear, pulling her in as close as humanely possible.

Arizona nestled into the crook of Callie's neck, breathing in all the love and warmth her wife had to offer. "So, tell me…how was my baby girl?" she said, smiling at the thought of Sofia despite the tears that were threatening to surface.

"She was good," Callie told her wife, a genuine smile taking over her face. "We played with that ball popper thing your parents sent her. You should have seen her cracking up every time one of the balls hit me. She's just like you, taking pleasure from my pain," Callie teased as she ran her hand up and down Arizona's side.

"Hey…I don't do that," Arizona remarked, pretending to be insulted. "Okay, so maybe that one time when you tripped over Sofia's teddy bear."

"Or the time that I tried to race you in those damn Heelies and ran right into the Chief. Or the time I ripped my scrub pants in the on-call room," Callie reminded her, giggling at the memories.

Arizona began to giggle too, and within a few moments, the two women were rolling with laughter. Then suddenly, without any warning, Arizona began to cry. It started as a whimper, her nose pressed into Callie's arm as it had been when they were cracking up. Gradually, the tears started to fall, distressed sobs replacing the laughter completely.

"Arizona, please…don't cry," Callie urged her wife, once again pulling her in close.

"I can't imagine what she's going through," Arizona choked out in between sniffles, her sadness soaking through Callie's nightshirt. "I came so close to it…so close to losing you. But I didn't…and, a-and I just can't understand. I don't know how to help her."

Callie traced her fingers along Arizona's jaw line, lifting her chin until their eyes locked. There was so much sorrow in the pair of baby blues before her, and she wondered if her wife recognized the guilt in her own eyes. That lump was coming back up with a vengeance, and Callie tried so hard to swallow it before she spoke. "Teddy is going to hate me. "

The words uttered by her wife made no sense to Arizona, and her brow naturally furrowed in response to such a statement. "Why would she hate you?"

"Because it was my mistake that kept her from being with Henry today," Callie confessed, casting her eyes away from Arizona's intent stare. She was embarrassed…ashamed of herself as a doctor. "She was operating on my patient because of a careless error that my resident made. I should have been watching Avery more closely, instead of…instead of reading a stupid magazine."

"Oh, Callie…" Arizona breathed out, grabbing the hand that was resting at her side.

"We've all done it. And we're all guilty of not paying enough attention to our residents at times. What happened to Henry isn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. He was a very sick man, Cal. His life expectancy was never good to begin with."

"Hmm, sure…that's easy for you to say. But what about Teddy? She was angry with me over the surgery before she found out her husband died in the OR next door. What if she blames me?"

"Do you honestly think it's your fault that Henry died?" Arizona questioned, eyebrows arched as baby blues once again met rich chocolate. Callie shook her head, blinking back her tears. "Good. Because it's not. You know that…I know that…and Teddy will know that too. And if she doesn't…if she's angry with you because she had to do her job and operate on your patient's heart, then she's a fool. And if she gives you any crap, I'll tell her so myself."

Callie, touched by her wife's comforting words and willingness to defend her honor, felt a smile beginning to form on her lips. Sucking in a much needed breath, she squeezed the small hands holding her own. "You can't do that, Arizona. Her husband just died and she's…she's your best friend," Callie told the amazing woman before her."

"And you're my wife," Arizona emphasized as she slid her body closer to Callie. "Now, hold me."

Callie gladly did what she was told, pulling her wife into her arms without a second thought. Arizona pressed her head up against Callie's chest, content just to listen to the beautiful sound of her heart…the heart that underwent multiple surgeries and still worked perfectly, beating only for her. She didn't do it often, but that night, Arizona thanked God. She thanked Him for the time he gave her best friend with the man she loved. She thanked Him for letting Henry go quickly and without any pain. She thanked Him for her beautiful Sofia, whose sweet sighs were heard over the baby monitor. But most of all, she thanked Him for the woman whose arms she was wrapped up in…the woman who just a year ago, came unbelievably close to leaving her forever.

"I love you, Calliope," Arizona whispered as she started to drift off to sleep, exhaustion taking over her body.

"I love you too," she heard her wife say as soft lips came to rest upon her forehead, the promise of tomorrow peeking in through the window with the rising sun.

Chapter 7: Season 8, Episode 11

After checking…and double checking…and triple checking that both Andy and Brandy were doing alright, Arizona finally headed home for the night. She picked up her perfectly healthy, insanely adorable little girl and left the hospital with nothing more than a huge grin plastered on her face. Today had been one of the most successful days of her career. Arizona was proud that she, and the team of skilled surgeons she worked with, were able to give two sweet kids a new life…a life where they could run, and skip, and jump just like Sofia would someday.

Sofia looked up at the dimpled blonde and smiled, the happiness in the air quite contagious. "Your mama separated conjoined twins today, sweetie," Arizona told her daughter as she ran the soft, ducky sponge down her back, content to perform the nightly ritual of "tubby time" as Callie called it.

Thinking of her wife, Arizona included, "Mommy helped too. And Daddy, and Uncle Derek, and lots and lots of doctors. It was quite the surgery, Sofia."

The baby just splashed in the water, continuing to babble and giggle as her crazy mama rambled on. "I was kind of terrible to everyone, actually," the blonde confessed, confiding in her little girl. "They just…they don't get it," she went on, talking to Sofia as if she was another adult. "Nobody seemed to understand how important this was. I mean, they did…kind of. They knew the twins needed the surgeries to be successful if they were ever going to have a normal childhood. They knew that it was a life or death situation for those girls. But they…they don't know Andy and Brandy like I do. The don't know that Andy has been sucking her thumb since she was in her mother's womb. They don't know that Brandy loves this weird, purple teddy bear, and that…that she can't sleep without it. They don't' know how loved those girls are…how much it would destroy those parents if anything happened to either one of them."

Sofia stopped playing and locked eyes with her mama, the emotion in Arizona's voice indicating something had changed. Arizona noticed the wide-eyed pause and sucked in a much needed breath, offering the baby a genuine smile. "It's okay, Sof," she whispered as she leaned in to kiss the top of her daughter's head. "Everything turned out just fine. Everyone is okay. Mama just needs to relax and let it go."

As if understanding every word, Sofia lifted her hands high in the air, then let them come down hard into the water, effectively splashing Arizona right in the face. Shocked, the blonde gasped, inviting a hearty laugh from the chubby baby whose big, brown eyes never shifted from their adoring gaze. "You're a little stinker, you know that?" Arizona remarked as she wiped her face with the towel, her own laughter soon filling the air.

An hour later, Arizona was standing over Sofia's crib, watching the rise and fall of her little chest as she slept peacefully. She was so consumed by her thoughts that she didn't even hear her wife come in, and practically jumped out of her skin when Callie gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Whoa…it's okay, Arizona. It's just me," Callie announced, watching the blonde release a startled sigh. "You alright?"

Arizona nodded, then looked back down at their daughter, watching her every breath as if it might be her last. "She's perfect," Arizona whispered, her voice cracking. "Our daughter is so beautiful…so sweet, and loveable, and happy. She's just…perfect."

Callie dropped her bag on the floor and came up behind her wife, wrapping her arms around Arizona's waist. "She is perfect, isn't she?" Callie remarked as she, too, studied their daughter affectionately. The room was filled with silence for a moment as two proud mothers looked down at their little girl lovingly. "She wouldn't be here if it weren't for you," Callie whispered suddenly, causing Arizona to turn in her arms, bright blue reflected in deep brown. "Neither would those twins, Arizona," Callie continued, pulling her wife in close to press a tender kiss to her temple. Another moment of silence passed before the brunette spoke again. "I'm sorry I called you a monster…"

Arizona said nothing at first, her eyes focused on the beautiful baby below them. She thought about her actions in the OR today…how high stung she was, how she reprimanded the other surgeons before they even had a chance to make a mistake, how her obsessive nature brought out the perfectionist bitch inside of her. "I was a monster," she admitted again, this time to someone who could really listen.

Callie opened her mouth to argue, but Arizona stopped her with a quick kiss. Both women smiled as they went in for a hug, each of them longing for the physical connection. "I just couldn't help it, Cal," Arizona whispered against her lover's ear, light and dark skin blending together in shadows cast by the moonlight. "I just needed to be sure it was done right…for those girls, for their parents. What if it were Sofia on the table? Would you want people racing through her surgery…or, or going in blind, without enough preparation?"

"Of course not," Callie answered as she ran her hands up and down her wife's back, wanting nothing more than to calm and comfort her.

"I was just doing my job, the best way I know how," Arizona said, clearly feeling the need to defend herself. "Just like I did the night Sofia was born. That's who I am, Callie. And I don't know if I can change it."

"Who said anything about changing?" Callie asked, pulling back to look into her wife's eyes. "I don't want you to change, Arizona. And to hell with anyone who does."

"Really…?" Arizona muttered, insecurity in her tone.

"Really," Callie affirmed with no uncertainty, the look in her eyes matching her words. "You may have been a monster…but you're my monster. And I get it. They're your patients. You're the one who knows them inside and out. You're the one who knows their mom and dad…everything they've gone through. You wouldn't be you if you didn't want everything to be perfect for them."

Arizona threw her arms around her wife, kissing her hard on the cheek before resting her head on Callie's shoulder. "Thank you."

"Your welcome, Arizona," Callie said with a smile. "Just telling the truth. Besides, you are incredibly sexy when you're all bossy like that."

"Oh yeah?" Arizona said, flashing her wife a seductive grin. "Why don't we move to our room then. I can order you around all night if you want…"

"All night, huh?" Callie asked, her voice low with desire. "Hmmm…not sure I can turn that down, no matter how tired I am."

The couple then performed a very familiar dance, hands roaming and lips touching as they made their way across the hall to their bedroom. "On the bed…now, Torres," Arizona yelled with authority as she slapped the ass she loved so much. Callie did as told, ridding herself of her clothing along the way. The blonde turned out the lights and lit a few candles, her sapphire eyes now looking down at the beautiful goddess below her. "Just want to make sure everything is perfect."

Chapter 8: Season 8, Episode 12

"Well, that was awkward," Callie stated from her position behind the steering wheel, referring to the outburst that quickly cleared the crowd at Zola's birthday party.

"I've never seen Owen like that," Arizona chimed in from the passenger seat, blue eyes casting a sideways glance at her wife. "In his voice, there was so much…hmm, I don't know what the word is."

"Anger," Callie supplied, shrugging her shoulders as she drove. "No, that's not it. It was more like disgust, loathing maybe…"

"Hatred," Arizona whispered, her eyes now shifted to the floor. "The way he was yelling, the things he was saying…it's like he hates his own wife."

"He doesn't hate her, Arizona," Callie said as she pulled into the parking lot behind their apartment complex. "He's hurting. She made a decision for the both of them- a decision that can't be changed…a decision that's left him broken. None of it would hurt so much if he didn't love her. I get it."

Arizona kept her gaze downward, too ashamed to look into the big, brown eyes before her. She knew all too well what it was like to be on the receiving end of such hatred. She remembered the pain in her own heart, not that long ago, caused by Callie's venomous words…words spoken through no fault but her own. "I'm, I-I'm sorry, Calliope," she stammered when she finally found her voice. "I am so, so s-s-orry for hurting you in that way. It's been so long…a-and, and everything's been so good. But I…I made you a promise. For the rest of my life, I'll apologize for leaving you and…"

"Stop," Callie whispered, her eyes closed for a moment. "Please, Arizona…don't. I know you're sorry. And I forgave you for Africa a long time ago. All I'm saying is, I get where Owen is coming from. I was horrible to you when you came back…mean, nasty, vile. You hurt me…and, and so I wanted to hurt you too. Owen's going through the same thing."

"Yeah, well…now the whole hospital knows what he's going through," Arizona said as she opened the car door, peeking into the backseat to find a sleeping Sofia. "You want me to grab her?"

"Nah, that's alright. I've got her," Callie said as she came around to the other side of the car and gently opened the back door. "Okay, sweetie…let's get you up to bed."

The cold wind whistled through the air, causing Sofia to stir a bit. "Shhh…here," Arizona said as she removed her coat and placed it over her daughter like a blanket.

"Arizona…it's freezing," Callie scolded, turning towards her wife. "You're gonna get sick."

"Better than her getting sick," Arizona replied as she ran toward the main entrance, holding the door open for her two girls. She shivered slightly as she warmed herself by the large fireplace in the foyer. "See…I'm fine."

"Fine…ha," Callie mumbled as she came up behind the blonde. Arizona turned and reached her arms out for Sofia, wanting to feel the warmth of her little girl. Callie gladly handed the little bundle over, watching in awe as her daughter nestled into her mama's neck.

The two were a perfect fit, and Callie couldn't help but smile at the sight before her. "See…that's why you don't have to keep apologizing, Arizona," Callie whispered, leaning over to hit the button for the elevator.

Arizona kissed the head full of jet black hair beneath her chin, inhaling the intoxicating scent she never thought she'd long for. "What if she was wrong? What if it was a mistake?" the blonde asked suddenly as they stepped into the elevator.

Callie lowered her brow in confusion for a moment, looking to her wife for clarification. Then it dawned on her…she was talking about Cristina. "She's not…and it wasn't" Callie answered abruptly, just as Arizona opened her mouth to explain.

"How do you know that?" Arizona muttered as she offered Callie her key, the baby on her chest making it a bit difficult to unlock the door.

The brunette didn't say a word as they entered the apartment, but rather took off her coat, put down her bag, and took Sofia from her wife. "Let's get you out of this party dress," she whispered into raven locks as she made her way into the nursery.

Arizona quickly followed, digging through the Sofia's dresser for a pair of pajamas and a onesie. She handed them to Callie, whose big, brown eyes ventured deep into her baby blues. "Cristina's not like you, Arizona," Callie said as she completed the task of changing their sleeping daughter.

Both women gave the little girl one last kiss goodnight before Callie lifted her off of the changing table and placed her into the crib. "Goodnight, my sweet girl," Arizona whispered as she turned out the light and followed her wife back into the living room.

Callie was already busy pouring them each a glass of wine when Arizona sat down at the kitchen counter, the topic at hand clearly an uneasy one for the brunette. "So, are you going to tell me what you meant back there?" Arizona asked after putting the glass to her lips and taking in some of the sweet, white beverage. "I mean, I know that Cristina and I are nothing alike. She's clearly not bubbly, and cheerful, and smiley like I am," the blonde said with a laugh, causing them both to smile. "But really, Cal…how is their situation that different from ours? I didn't want to have children initially…but, but I loved you enough to change my mind. And when you got pregnant, although the circumstances were far from perfect, I knew that I would love that baby. And I do. She's the best thing that ever happened to us. I love her so much and…"

"I know," Callie stated simply, smiling into her glass of Merlot. "And you are the best mother in the world, Arizona. I always knew you would be. But there's the difference. Cristina…she knows she wouldn't be a good mom. It's not about fear, or self-doubt, or the potential to get her heart broken."

Arizona looked away from her wife then, her cheeks flushed with the memory of feelings past. After putting her wine glass down on the counter, Callie reached over and lifted the blonde's chin, once again gazing into bright blue eyes. "You were just afraid, babe…and that's okay," the brunette whispered as she stroked a soft, pink cheek. Arizona let out a heavy sigh, nodding into her wife's hand. "It's normal to be afraid," Callie continued, pulling the blonde in close. "But Cristina…she's, she's not afraid of being a mother. I think Cristina could be a good mom if she wanted to. She just…doesn't want to."

Arizona hugged her wife tight, hopeful that Callie understood how very grateful she was to be blessed with their child…their beautiful, loveable, perfect baby girl. "Kids deserve parents who want them," she said, finally understanding Cristina's point of view. "She was right not to keep the baby if she didn't really want it."

"You really wanted Sofia though, right? That's why you stayed?" Callie questioned suddenly, leaving the blonde in a state of shock. Arizona felt her eyes begin to well with tears, and no sound came out when she opened her mouth to speak. Instead, Callie grabbed the pale hands in front of her and spoke again. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant that to come out quite like it did. I just…I mean, I know you love Sofia. I know you've loved her since the day she was born…before then even. But I also know that, at the time when I got pregnant, you weren't really ready for a baby. I guess I've just always wondered if you stayed because you really wanted her…or because you just really wanted me."

Arizona closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, feeling a bit uncertain how to answer the question honestly without putting her foot in her mouth. It was only when she felt a pair of soft lips on her own that she opened her eyes, the most beautiful chocolate orbs staring straight into her soul. "I'm sorry, Arizona," Callie whispered when she pulled back, swallowing the obvious lump in her throat. "You don't have to say anything. It was a stupid question. You love me and you love Sofia, and you've more than proved that these past few years. Really…just forget about it."

But Arizona couldn't forget about it. She needed Callie to know where her heart was-where it always has been. "You're right. I wasn't really ready for a baby when you got pregnant," the blonde admitted, her voice soft and low. "When I came back from Africa, the only thing I wanted was you. I wanted you to forgive me, take me back, let me love you again. Instead, you were angry, and bitter, and…and pregnant. I think I would have given anything for you to not be pregnant with Mark's baby…"

"Oh," Callie breathed out, stopping Arizona momentarily.

The sadness in those big, brown eyes was enough to break the blonde's heart, and she reached her hand out to grab Callie's just as the brunette was about to turn away from her. "Wait…Calliope, please. Let me finish."

Callie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, the conversation leaving her in full defensive mode. "You don't have to…"

"Yes. Yes, I do," Arizona interjected, slamming her wine glass down on the counter. "I said I didn't want you to be pregnant with Mark's baby. Can you blame me?" Although she wouldn't look at her wife directly, Arizona could see Callie rolling her eyes while she shook her head. "I don't think I could ever be happy knowing you were with someone else. Would you have been happy if I came back from Africa and told you I had slept with one of the other doctors over there?"

"Of course not," Callie mumbled, hanging her head in shame.

This time, it was Arizona who stepped forward and lifted her wife's chin, forcing the connection between their eyes. "I forgave you a long time ago too," the blonde whispered, offering Callie a small smile. "I forgave you the minute I heard Sofia's heartbeat at that first ultrasound." Callie couldn't help but smile herself, her wife's words touching her heart. "I saw that tiny human growing inside of you and fell in love. From that moment on, there was nothing I wanted more than to be a part of that life. That baby was a part of you, no matter how she was created. So to answer your question…yes. Yes, I wanted her."

By this time, Callie was rapidly blinking back tears, her heart swelling with an intense amount of love for the woman before her. "Sofia is a very lucky little girl to have you as her mama. And I'm a very, very lucky woman to have you as my wife," the brunette choked out, her voice cracking with emotion.

Arizona closed the space between them, bringing her hand up to cup her wife's cheek. She ran her thumb under Callie's eyes, wiping away the lone tear that had escaped. "Now…I have a question for you," Arizona stated, her eyes locked with the brown ones before her. "Why now? I mean…why wait all this time to ask me about this?"

"I don't know," Callie replied truthfully, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess I was afraid to hear the answer. I guess I just pushed all of the doubt out of my head…told myself that you loved our daughter, and that's all that matters. But then…"

"Then you witnessed Owen attack your friend because she didn't want his baby," Arizona said, finishing her wife's sentence.

"Yes. I watched Cristina's marriage fall apart right in front of me because her and Owen want different things," Callie told her. "And so I had to know…had to make sure we weren't going to fall apart one day."

"We are never going to fall apart, Calliope," the blonde promised, taking her wife's hand and holding it over her heart.

"I love you," Callie whispered as she squeezed the hand holding hers.

"I love you too," Arizona said loud and clear before leaning in for a kiss, pouring every ounce of love into her wife's beautiful lips. "I love you and I love our daughter…and I'm not afraid to say it."

The two women giggled at the reference, their serious discussion quickly turning back to normal, everyday conversation. "Mark really is acting like an adult, isn't he?" the brunette chuckled as she picked up the glasses of wine on the counter, offering the white to her wife.

"Thank you," Arizona said as she took the glass, tipping it in Callie's direction. "To us," she proclaimed, her eyes sparkling with affection. The familiar clang of glasses touching rang through the air as the couple smiled at one another lovingly, their eyes locked. "And to Mark…remaining an adult," Arizona added. The two fell into a fit of laugher, the familiar sound of happiness echoing throughout the apartment.

Chapter 9: Season 8, Episode 13

Callie woke in the middle of the night, a bit startled from the strange dream she'd just experienced. Nothing was as it should be in that alternate universe. Everything just felt…wrong. It took a moment for the brunette to come back to reality, both her body and mind struggling to return. As she opened her eyes, a sense of desperation set in. She looked to her right, but the bed was empty. The whole room felt as empty as her life did in that dream. And no matter how irrational it seemed, she needed to see the one person who her soul had been longing for since the moment her subconscious decided to play this trick on her.

After pushing open the bathroom door to reveal nothing but quiet darkness, Callie headed to the one place she knew her wife would be. She meandered slowly down the hallway in nervous anticipation, a part of her still unsure she would find her life just as she had left it. But there she was…the love of her life, leaning over their daughter's crib much like she had been hours earlier when they were putting the tiny human to bed. They had a tiny human. Just one…one perfect, healthy, beautiful baby girl. She and Arizona had Sofia, and they had each other, and they were happy. It was just a dream.

"I love you," the raven-haired beauty announced from the doorway, her dark eyes coming to rest on the beautiful blonde before her. The silence in the room was broken without warning, causing Arizona to jump a little. "Sorry…didn't mean to scare you," Callie whispered as a magnificent smile took over her face.

"I love you too," Arizona said as she turned to face her wife, a hint of laughter in her tone.

Blue eyes met brown, and there seemed to be a lifetime of unspoken words uttered in the space between the two women. Callie only broke her loving gaze when Sofia let out a sweet sigh, her little chest rising and falling in unison with her mama's. "No…I really love you," she reiterated, her tone suddenly very serious.

"You know, I put her back to sleep every night," the blonde teased, despite the overwhelming flutter in her heart. "What makes you love me so much this time?"

"I had a dream," the brunette confessed, once again locking eyes with her wife as she came to stand beside her.

The couple just stood there for a moment, side by side, looking down at the other girl who owned their hearts. Arizona watched the miraculous woman who gave her this precious gift, a dimpled smile lighting up the room when Callie whispered, "Sueños dulces, mi amor."

After whispering a final goodnight to Sofia herself, Arizona took Callie's hand and led her to their bedroom. They sat down on the bed, swatches of light and dark skin mingling atop the sapphire sheets as fingers and legs intertwined. The brunette pulled her wife into her arms and hugged her tight, thanking God that this was her reality.

"Are you alright?" Arizona asked, pulling back to meet a pair of warm, chocolate orbs. Callie inhaled sharply before nodding in affirmation, then gave the blonde a small smile and a tender kiss to the cheek. Bright blue eyes questioned the desperate need in the brunette's touch. Something was clearly haunting her Calliope. "Tell me about it," Arizona whispered as she slid in closer to her wife, delicate hands traveling across caramel skin to provide comfort.

"We weren't together," Callie began, attempting to choke down the inexplicable lump in her throat. "You and I…we, we weren't together. We weren't even friends really. We were just colleagues."

Arizona still felt so perplexed. It was a dream…a silly dream that meant nothing. We all have them. Some of the bizarre ones leave you with that unexplainable, eerie feeling when you awaken. But Callie was awake now. Nothing had really changed. Sofia was sleeping soundly across the hall, and Arizona was right there. She and Callie were certainly together, in every sense of the word. "Okay…so, we weren't together. That really sucks, babe…but it was just a dream."

Callie let out a frustrated sigh, then pulled Arizona deeper into her arms. She kissed her wife's bare shoulder, resting her chin upon it as she inhaled the unmistakable, sweet scent she took for granted. "You don't understand, Arizona," the brunette whispered. "It was terrible."

"What was so terrible, Cal?" the blonde asked gently, trying not to sound unsympathetic. "It was just a dream."

"I told you, Arizona…you and I weren't together," Callie shrieked a bit defensively. Arizona wasn't getting it. "I was…I was married to someone else."

"Anyone I know?" Arizona joked, trying to make light of the situation. Clearly, something about this dream was really bothering her wife, and she just wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"Yes, actually," Callie replied, dropping the smaller hands within her own. Arizona's eyes widened at both the statement and the loss of contact. Perhaps she had better take this more seriously. "I was married to Owen," Callie announced before the blonde could even ask, brown eyes searching blue for a reaction.

"Oh…okay, wow," Arizona stammered, suddenly feeling her wife's discomfort. "That's just…ughh, I don't know. Strange…gross…terrible. Yeah, that's terrible."

"Told you," Callie said, raising her eyebrows. Maybe Arizona was beginning to understand now.

"Was I…was I with someone else too?" Arizona asked, cringing before Callie could even reply.

"No. Well…I don't know," the brunette responded as she went over the details of the dream in her head. "You may have been, but I wasn't aware of it. What I do know is that you weren't mine, even though I wanted you."

"You wanted me? Even though you were married to Owen?" Arizona questioned, feeling more confused by the minute. "Did you cheat on him with me? Cause that's just not…"

"No. No, I did not cheat," Callie declared, feeling a bit offended by the question even though none of this was real. "We had kids. Owen and I had three kids, but I didn't love it."

"Love what?" the blonde whispered, a lump now forming in her throat.

"Any of it. Being married…being a mom," Callie said, blinking back the tears that suddenly formed. "I mean, I guess I had to have loved the kids. But being a mommy wasn't how it should be. It wasn't like it is for us. I felt burdened by them." The feeling of guilt the brunette was experiencing, though completely irrational, was so very real. In this other world, she wasn't the same person, and that was terrifying.

A lone tear trickled down Callie's cheek, breaking the blonde's heart in the process. "Hey…it was just a dream," Arizona said again, her thumb tracing the track of sadness down her wife's beautiful face. "You are an amazing mother…and wife."

"But I wasn't your wife," Callie reiterated, looking up into the big, blue eyes before her. "I was so unhappy and I didn't even know it, until…until you hugged me."

"I hugged you?" the blonde asked, a smile naturally forming on her face at the thought.

"Yeah. We…we had a mutual patient," Callie explained, watching her wife narrow her eyes in confusion. "I know this doesn't all make sense to you, but just hear me out. Okay?" Arizona nodded, grabbing the hand that was resting on her knee. "I was a cardiothoracic surgeon, and…and this kid needed a lung transplant. But then he, h-he didn't…and you were so happy that you hugged me. You hugged me and said you thought you loved me."

"I do love you," the blonde professed, flashing her wife a dimpled smile. "With all my heart."

"I know that. And believe me, there is no greater feeling in the world," Callie told the amazing woman before her. "As soon as you touched me, I knew I loved you. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you…couldn't stop thinking about you. It was the only thing that even somewhat resembled reality."

Arizona's smile grew even wider, her heart filling with so much love. "We're made for each other, Calliope. Not even a crazy dream can keep us apart," she whispered as she leaned in for a kiss, the feeling of their lips touching reminding them both that this was all very real. "See, baby…it was just a dream."

"No, it was a nightmare," Callie stated with no uncertainty. "You…you are my dream," she told her wife, gazing deep into the baby blues she adored. "Our life is like a dream come true…a dream I never, ever want to wake from."

The sincerity and emotion in her wife's voice caused Arizona's heart to skip a beat, the love they shared never ceasing to amaze her. She pushed Callie down against the mattress with determination, kissing the brunette with every ounce of passion inside of her. Callie clung to her wife desperately as she returned the favor, never wanting to let her go.

The next few hours would be spent making love…proving, over and over again, that dreams really do come true. Our lives, our realities…they are meant to be. Even in an alternate universe, destiny will lead us home. For the first time since she was awoken from her strange dream, Callie was home. In the arms of her soul mate, fate had delivered her…right where she belonged.

Chapter 10: Season 8, Episode 14

Arizona couldn't help the expression of disbelief that took over her face, the surprise trip to the woods turning out much better than she ever imagined. "I still can't believe you did all of this for me," she whispered in between tender kisses, her words momentarily stilling her wife's roaming hands.

"It's Valentine's Day, Arizona," Callie breathed in the blonde's ear, nipping gently on the lobe as her fingers continued to strip away layers of clothing. "I wanted tonight to be special."

Arizona took a step back, bright blue illuminated by the soft candlelight that filled the small room. She offered her wife a shy smile as she slowly unbuttoned her pants, inviting Callie to do the same with a seductive look and a push towards the bed.

"Let's put that lingerie to good use," Arizona suggested, her voice dripping with lust. "After all, there's no one around for miles. We can do whatever we want…be as loud as we want to tonight. There's no sleeping baby…"

"No Mark across the hall…no one to interrupt us," Callie whispered as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

Rich chocolate turned dark with desire as the brunette turned to face her wife, passing her a bundle of pink-trimmed black lace. A lump formed in the blonde's throat at the sight before her, the only thing adorning her wife's gorgeous body now a pair of silky shorts and a matching camisole, covered in red and white hearts.

"Wow. You, y-you look…am-mazing," Arizona stammered, feeling a rush between her thighs as she studied every curve this beautiful goddess had to offer her. It took every ounce of control for her not to rush forward and take Callie right then and there. But they should take things slow tonight…make it last. In an effort to gain her bearings, the blonde inhaled sharply and closed her eyes, only opening them again when she felt a pair of strong hands tugging on her shirt.

"Let me help you into this," Callie said as she took the lingerie from her wife's hands. Arizona's cheeks began to flush as the brunette ripped off her shirt and held her arms up over her head. "Here you go…yes, that's much better," Callie whispered as she pulled the lace bodice over her wife's perfect, porcelain skin. "God, you're sexy."

Liquid desire was now pooling around the blonde's core, her heart beating wildly in her chest. "And you are…irresistible," she told her wife as she took a step closer, her hands reaching out to touch the magnificent body before her.

But she was stopped before even a finger could make contact with the soft, caramel skin she longed for. Dark eyes reprimanded her as Callie's head shook back and forth. "Uhh, uhh, uhh…not yet, my love."

The pout that inadvertently formed on the blonde's face was heartbreakingly adorable, and her wife could not help but smile. "Come here…" Callie called, grabbing Arizona's hand and pulling her into her arms. The brunette leaned down and pressed her lips lightly to the pretty pink ones below her, her hands clasped behind her wife's back. "I just thought we could eat first," she whispered as her mouth attached to Arizona's smooth, white neck. "Mmmm…delicious."

"I can think of a few things I'd like to devour," the blonde chimed in, sliding her hands under the waistband of her wife's silk shorts. Once again, Callie stopped her hands, waving a finger in the air to tell her she isn't on the menu just yet. "Oh…right," Arizona choked out. "The fruit looks really good too."

Callie lead Arizona over to the bed, gesturing for her to take a seat as she grabbed the array of grapes, pears, and strawberries. She placed the fruit tray in the center of the bed, then turned to grab the bottle of champagne and the two flutes behind her. "I think this calls for a toast," the brunette announced, handing her wife a tall glass of the bubbly alcohol. "To camping…to Valentine's Day…and to us."

"To us," Arizona repeated, showing off her dimples with a flirty grin. "And to all of the things we're about to do on this bed."

Callie nearly choked on her champagne at that statement, her eyes wide as she swallowed hard. "Camping is dangerous with you," she teased, her big, brown eyes roaming over every inch of the blonde's body.

Arizona looked unbelievably hot in the little getup Callie had picked out for her…almost too hot. The more the brunette stared, the harder it was becoming to resist her wife. Callie could feel her desire soaking through her silk boxers, the lust inside of her growing harder and harder to ignore. But like her wife, she wanted this romantic evening to last. So instead of ravishing the incredibly hot woman across from her, she pulled a few grapes off the vine and began to feed Arizona.

"Every good camping trip requires yummy snacks," Callie told the blonde, fingertips traveling over lips as Arizona sucked in the juicy, red grape.

The brunette couldn't help but lick her own lips as she watched her wife devour the fruit, the teasing clearly going both ways. Each time another grape or a bite of strawberry was offered, Arizona would circle the fruit with her tongue, being sure to lap up the juices that were dripping off of her wife's fingers.

"Mmmm…not sure how much you really know about camping, Calliope," Arizona whispered as she sucked on a long, slender thumb. "I've never heard of anyone eating like this in the great outdoors. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only snacks I remember my dad packing were marshmallows and wieners."

"Well, we definitely don't need any of those," Callie said as she pushed her wife back against the mattress, cupping her sex roughly. "I think you and I do just fine…"

Arizona let out a long and sensual sigh, thrusting her hips up until her clit made contact with her wife's palm. "Please," she begged, wanting to feel those long, lean fingers inside of her. "Make love to me…"

The brunette looked down on her with dark, hooded eyes, candlelight casting an intimate glow over her beautiful face. "Oh, I will…don't you worry," Callie whispered into golden locks, leaving her wife with a passionate kiss before she backed away from her. "But first…"

"Now what?" Arizona asked, frustration in her tone.

"Well…usually people sing songs or play games as they sit around the campfire," the brunette said, wiggling her eyebrows seductively. And even though this isn't exactly camping, I thought…"

"What? You thought we should sit here in sexy lingerie and sing Cumbaya?" Arizona asked, cutting off her wife before she could explain.

"No…" Callie said as she pulled a slice of pear off of the tray and brought it up to her lips. I thought we could play this." The brunette reached behind her yet again, this time pulling out a little brown bag. She held the handles out and waited for her wife to take a peek, hoping Arizona would like what she saw.

"Now this is definitely not the kind of game I played growing up," the blonde chuckled as she removed the two large dice and can of chocolate sauce from the bag. "My father preferred to torture us with sac races and bob the weasel."

"Bob the weasel?" Callie questioned, a hint of laughter in her voice. "That sounds more provocative than this."

"Are we going to play or not?" Arizona asked as she placed a strawberry in her mouth, leaning in to offer it to her wife.

Callie gladly took the sweet, ripe berry between her lips, gliding her tongue along Arizona's mouth as she did. The blonde used the opportunity to kiss her wife, enjoying the luscious combination of strawberry and Callie. The two savored the moment, tongues caressing slowly as they feasted upon one another. Only the need for air broke the couple apart, their delicious kiss leaving them breathless.

"Okay…let's play," Callie breathed out, grabbing the dice before they got too carried away. "So, this red one here has body parts on it. And the pink one's got actions. Alright, so if I roll these and get…lips and tickle, then I guess I'm supposed to tickle your lips."

"Which ones?" Arizona teased, dipping her hand into her own panties. The action elicited a moan from deep within the brunette, her body burning with desire. "Wait a minute, Cal…what's the chocolate for?"

Callie took a moment to look at the directions again, a shy smile forming on her lips. "Dip, drizzle, or drench body parts in the rich, creamy chocolate included. Use at your own discretion." Both she and Arizona laughed a little, though each of them was totally into it.

Callie swiped her finger just around the rim of the can, tasting the chocolate sauce before dipping her finger in again. This time, she smeared the chocolate across Arizona's fuller, bottom lip. The dice indicated she should tickle her wife's lips, so using her tongue, she lightly brushed the plump, pink skin. Arizona squirmed and giggled, the act clearly producing its desired effect. "Okay…okay. Please…that really does tickle," Arizona whined, licking the remaining chocolate off her lips. Callie gave her wife a seductive grin, then passed her the dice. "Oooh…my turn," the blonde hissed in excitement.

Arizona's roll of the dice landed her on top of Callie, licking the gooey sauce off of her wife's chest. She started by drawing a small chocolate heart over the real organ…the heart that beat only for her. She then drizzled a trail of sauce between her wife's perfect breasts, erect buds popping out to greet her as her tongue followed the path. Callie leaned back in ecstasy, another round of moans filling the quiet air. Without warning, the blonde pulled down the straps of her wife's camisole, lips seeking the hard nipples she could no longer resist. Grabbing the jar of chocolate, Callie took it upon herself to coat each taut, brown bud, wanting her wife to devour her some more. Arizona went to work right away, pulling each chocolate-coated nipple into her warm, wet mouth as her fingers ran through the slick folds below.

"What…what about the, the g-game?" Callie stammered as her eyes rolled back in her head, her body tingling with pleasure.

"We don't need the game, Calliope," Arizona whispered as she took back the chocolate sauce, drawing a circle around each of her wife's breasts.

"What are you doing?" Callie inquired, leaning up on her elbows to watch the beautiful woman above her.

"I'm drawing a masterpiece," Arizona replied with a naughty grin, eyebrows raised as she pulled the shorts off of her wife. With one hand pushing up the camisole, the other drew an oval across Callie's bare belly. The blonde then formed a curved line with the sauce…right above the curly, black hairs that lead to her wife's core.

"A smiley face? That's your masterpiece?" Callie said, shooting her wife a look of disbelief.

"It's on your body, Calliope. Even some squiggly lines would look like a masterpiece on this canvas," Arizona murmured against the smooth skin of her wife's inner thigh, her tongue inching closer and closer to the one place it was craving. "Now…I can keep licking chocolate off of you all night. Or…we can make loud, crazy, passionate love. Up to you…"

"Make love to me," Callie demanded, rolling on her side to face her wife. "Now, Arizona…before I explode."

With that, the two lovers pressed their bodies together, creamy chocolate being shared between swatches of light and dark skin. Tongues battled for dominance as fingers found the places they'd been searching for all night. Callie used her teeth to remove the black, lace panties she'd been picturing her wife in all week, kissing every inch of porcelain skin as it became exposed. Arizona closed her eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying every single second.

Wanting them to experience the pleasure together, Callie flipped herself around and suspended her body over Arizona's. Her breasts hovered above her wife's lips, nipples being pinched and pulled until she lowered herself enough to gain access to Arizona's dropping core.

Starting slowly, Callie ran her tongue up the length of her wife's slit, stopping only to press it firmly against her throbbing clit. Arizona cried out in ecstasy, trying to remain quiet for a moment before she remembered where they were. Once she realized that there was no one around for miles, she let out a long, almost painful scream, causing Callie to still her talented tongue. The brunette looked over her shoulder to be sure the sound that escaped her wife's lips was one of pleasure. The seductive nod , coupled with the lusty look in the baby blues she was met with, told Callie to continue.

She plunged her tongue deep into Arizona's tight, wet center, eliciting another animalistic scream. The harder she thrust her tongue, the louder Arizona's cries became…and the more Callie wanted to make her wife come. With each uninhibited cry, Callie pushed deeper and deeper into Arizona's abyss. She was so turned on by her wife that she had forgotten the position they were in, and when the blonde suddenly flicked her tongue across her clit, Callie let out a scream that rivaled Arizona's in both pitch and volume.

The brunette's scream only heightened Arizona's desire to please her gorgeous wife, and before Callie even saw it coming, the blonde shoved two fingers deep inside of her. Callie's hips bucked up before her core came crashing down around the blonde's hand, her pelvis thrusting as she continued to devour the most delicious treat yet.

It wasn't long before both women were on the edge, the intense cycle of screams and thrusts causing Callie and Arizona to reach a climax neither had ever hit before. Just as she felt the release of her wife's orgasm coat her tongue, Callie came hard around Arizona's fingers. One more flick of that pretty, pink tongue sent the brunette plummeting over the cliff, her body trying desperately to hold out as she hovered over her wife. When each of them had ridden the waves of ecstasy, Callie collapsed beside Arizona, heavy panting the only sound now filling the room.

"I love camping," Arizona breathed out as she rolled her body towards her wife, loving arms seeking the beautiful body she'd just worshipped.

Callie kissed her wife with every ounce of love and passion inside of her, laughing into sweat-drenched, blonde locks. "I'll remember that when Sofia begs us to take her someday."

"Who said anything about taking Sofia?" Arizona joked, winking at her wife as a brilliant smile took over her face. "Mmmm…that was amazing, Calliope. This whole night has been just…amazing."

"Yes…yes, it has," Callie agreed as she placed a tender kiss to her wife's temple. "And it's far from over," she reminded the blonde, her eyes once again turning dark with desire. "We have the trailer for the whole night, you know?"

"Hmmm…all night, huh?" Arizona whispered, licking her lips in anticipation. "Did you bring any more toys?"

"Uh huh…all kinds of fun things," Callie said as she pulled her wife onto her body and kissed her deeply. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Calliope. I love you," Arizona whispered before her lips came crashing down upon her wife's once more. "Now, back to camping…"

Season 8: Episode 14 (Part 2)

Callie rolled over and looked at the beautiful blonde beside her, the sunrise casting amber rays across the pure, white skin she'd spent hours worshipping the night before. Arizona looked breathtaking in the early morning light, golden strands of hair falling ever so slightly in her gorgeous face. The brunette let out a contented sigh, then smiled as she reminisced about the amazing evening she and her wife had shared. Their Valentine's date out in the woods, inside the trailer that Callie had decorated perfectly, was the best one they'd had yet. It was romantic…intimate…erotic. It reminded them both that they were not just two working mothers. They were lovers…two people, sharing their bodies and souls.

"Penny for your thoughts," Arizona whispered, her voice still a bit raspy from all the screaming.

"Hmmm…just admiring the view," Callie husked in her wife's ear, pulling the blonde into her arms. The sunlight was now streaming in through the sheer curtains surround the bed, lighting up those intense, blue eyes the brunette so adored. She stared into them for a moment, her lips transforming from wide grin into an affectionate kiss. "Good morning, beautiful," she whispered once she pulled her lips away from Arizona's, brown eyes locked with blue once more.

"Good morning, baby," Arizona replied, leaning up on her elbows to steal another quick kiss. The blonde yawned and stretched her aching body, every muscle sore from being overworked. But last night was well worth the pain. A dimpled smile illuminated the already sunny trailer as Arizona's mind filled with thoughts of lovemaking…of hours and hours spent giving and receiving love and pleasure. Her wife was truly a goddess…a magnificent creature she would dedicate the rest of her life to worshipping. "Too bad we can't stay here forever," Arizona said as she glanced around the room, burned-out candles and half-eaten fruit the remnants of their night of bliss.

"Forever's a long time, Arizona. I think we'd miss our daughter after a while," Callie joked, pushing a strand of unruly hair behind her wife's ear. "It would be nice to stay a bit longer though."

"Yeah. Too bad we have to work, huh?" the blonde chimed in, a devilish gleam taking over her usually innocent eyes. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we had the day off?"

"Yes. That would be amazing," Callie agreed, releasing a heavy sigh. "But it's a little late to try and…"

The brunette stopped in mid-sentence when she saw the look in her wife's eyes, a mischievous smile playing on Arizona's lips. "Really? You…you did it? "

"Really…I did it," Arizona chuckled, loving the look of surprise on her wife's face. "I knew you were planning something for us last night, but I…I wanted to do something special too. So I talked to Owen last week and we…we have the whole day to ourselves."

"You are amazing," Callie said, in awe of her wife. "Guess we don't have to leave our little hideaway so soon then."

"Well, actually…I did have a few things in mind for today," Arizona mumbled, biting her lip in anticipation.

"Oh…oh, okay then," Callie said, rolling over to grab the matching red bathrobes she brought along for her and Arizona.

"Wait a minute. Where are you going?" the blonde asked as she grabbed Callie's arm and pulled her back down onto the mattress.

Callie leaned in and placed a tender kiss to her wife's pretty, pink lips, savoring the taste of sweet strawberries that seems to have lingered there. "Mmmm," she hummed as she slid her arm around Arizona's still naked body, fingertips seeking out her beautifully bare ass.

Arizona pushed her bottom back against Callie's hand, a quiet moan escaping her lips when the brunette began to knead the tender flesh. "I am definitely willing to let my plan get derailed a bit," she whispered as she removed the sheet that was loosely covering their joined bodies.

"Are you sure?" Callie inquired, eyebrows raised seductively. "Because I know how you like to keep to your schedule. I wouldn't want to interfere with your…"

"Shut up," Arizona muttered as she slid her body closer to the beautiful goddess beside her. "Just shut up and make love to me, Calliope.

Arizona's lips came crashing down upon her wife's with passion and determination, the physical need to be with Callie overpowering her body and mind. She hooked a leg around the brunette and pulled herself up, straddling the caramel hips below her. Then, leaning down until their chests were pressed together- heart beating against heart- she whispered, "Te quiero…te necesito...te deseo."

When she pulled back, she was met with a pair of warm, chocolate eyes…eyes that the sun rose and set in- at least, in her world. Callie looked at her with a mixture of love and lust, her smile beaming from ear to ear. "You sound so sexy when you speak to me in Spanish," the brunette whispered as she rolled their joined bodies, her luscious curves coming to rest atop her wife's delicate form. "I love you…and need you…and want you too."

Callie rocked her hips towards Arizona, eliciting another moan from the blonde. Soft, full lips attached to the milk white skin below them, forming a path from Arizona's neck all the way down to her cleavage. "Since…I…got to call…all…of the…shots… last night…why don't….you…tell me…exactly…what you want…this morning," Callie whispered in between feather-light kisses, her mouth purposely missing the hard, pink nipples Arizona was offering.

Sapphire eyes, darkened with desire, looked down upon the brunette for a moment as Arizona calculated the best way to have her needs fulfilled. It took a moment for her to find her voice, her breath hitching in her throat as Callie continued to tease her breasts, fingers circling the erect buds. Covering Callie's hand with her own, the blonde thrust her nipple up into her wife's mouth and demanded, "Suck it, baby."

Callie did as told, drawing Arizona's nipple in between her lips and gently caressing it with her tongue. "Harder," Arizona yelled as she grabbed the silky raven locks dangling over her, tugging fiercely as she pulled Callie's mouth down upon her. Callie sucked on the tender bud, her wife's demands sending a rush of liquid right to her core. She loved bossy Arizona, especially when bossy Arizona was naked in her bed.

Arizona began to pant as Callie continued the ministration on her breasts, teeth nipping and tongue flicking just the right spot. The sheet below her was growing damp, Arizona's bundle of nerves tingling every time her wife's thigh grazed it. Callie was wet too…the blonde could feel the juices coating her skin as her wife began to grind down upon her. She parted her legs and twisted her body until she could feel her throbbing clit make contact with Callie's. They began to move together, creating a rhythm that allowed their hot, wet centers to connect.

When Callie slid a hand in between them and teased Arizona's opening, the blonde quickly stopped her, bright blue locked with deep brown. "No, no…not today," she breathed into her wife's ear, her words soon replaced by her tongue. Callie writhed and squirmed, her chest heaving against Arizona's as she let out a sigh of disappointment. "Remember…my turn to call the shots," the blonde reminded her wife.

Callie smiled then pulled Arizona's body closer yet, each of them letting out a squeal as their clits mingled once more. "Is this okay?" the brunette teased as she thrust her hips forward and grabbed her wife's ass, holding her pulsing nerves against Arizona's stiff nub. The blonde simply nodded as she reached around to cup the full bottom she adored, the action further pressing their cores together.

Callie dug her heels into the mattress and jerked her body up and down, the firm grip on Arizona's ass guiding the blonde's body right where it needed to be. "Fuck me," Arizona instructed as she pushed herself back, her legs spread as she lay flat on the bed. Callie climbed aboard without hesitation, her beautiful body rocking hard against her wife's. It only took a moment for her own orgasm to build, her clit practically on fire as it rubbed against Arizona's. The brunette gasped when she felt her wife come, a pool of liquid coating her center as it continued to glide.

"See…I don't need fingers, or tongue, or toys to get me off. All I need is you," the blonde husked in Callie's ear.

That was all it took for Callie to come, liquid flowing fast and hard against the throbbing clit below her. "You are an evil woman," she whispered into golden locks, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Who, me?" the blonde asked coyly, showing off her dimples. "I'm an angel."

"You're definitely my angel," Callie said, her voice suddenly full of emotion. "Come here, my angel," she called, opening her arms for Arizona.

The two lay in bed, sharing cuddles and tender kisses until their bellies began to rumble. "Guess we've worked up quite an appetite," Arizona said, giggling into her wife's neck. "Why don't you go take a shower while I clean this place up a bit?"

Callie rolled over, grabbing her robe as she got up. She walked towards the bathroom, turning back to offer her wife a seductive smile. "You could join me…"

"I could…but then we'd never get out of here. And I've got big plans for us today," the blonde said, winking playfully. "Now, hurry up. We need to be somewhere in an hour."

About fifty minutes later, both women were showered and dressed. The trailer was left exactly how Callie had found it, a little note popped in the door to thank Derek. Exhausted bodies were replenished with bagels and much needed coffee. Driving in the car, it was as if the past fourteen hours had never happened. But they did. Flirty smiles and roaming eyes were evidence that these two lovers has shared something exceptional.

"So, what's next on the agenda?" Callie dared to ask as she glanced at her wife once more, butterflies still fluttering wildly in the pit of her stomach.

"Well, it occurred to me that we were missing something very important last night," Arizona replied.

"Um, excuse me…I don't think anything was missing lastnight," Callie said, wiggling her eyebrows.

They both laughed as the car came to a halt outside their favorite park…the place they used to meet for lunch what seemed like a lifetime ago. Arizona turned the key and removed herself from behind the steering wheel, quickly running around to open the door for her wife. "After you, my darling," she whispered, taking Callie's hand in her own.

Arizona lead Callie right to their bench, which had about a dozen heart-shaped balloons tied to it. There were rose petals leading to a large blanket at the top of the hill, overlooking the city. A picnic basket, a bottle of wine, and a big stuffed teddy bear were set atop the blanket. It was a perfect scene, Callie thought. Except something didn't feel quite right. Something was missing.

Then she saw her…a little head of black hair blowing in the breeze as Mark carried her to them. "Hi, Sofia," Callie called to their daughter, waving in the baby's direction. "Aw…hello, sweet girl."

"Hi, baby girl. Thanks, Mark," Arizona said as she leaned in to kiss her daughter's forehead. Mark nodded and winked, telling them all to have a fun afternoon before he went back to work.

Sofia giggled happily, content to be back with her two moms. "Originally, this was supposed to happen in our apartment," Arizona informed her wife. "But when I saw that it was going to be fifty degrees today, I changed the plan a bit. Figured maybe we should spend a little time in the great outdoors. Luckily, I was able to get a hold of Mark while you were in the shower."

"This is amazing, Arizona," Callie said, blinking back tears of joy as she looked at their precious baby. "I know Valentine's Day was supposed to be about us, but…"

"But she's our little Valentine too," Arizona interjected, throwing her arms around her girls. "Yes…Mama loves you, Sofia," the blonde whispered, lavishing the little girl with tender kisses. "And I love Mommy too."

"And I love you both, from the bottom of my heart," Callie whispered as she looked up at the sky, wondering how she could get any closer to heaven.