Arizona had decided that she liked Dr. Nagra. Very much. The man was exceedingly patient. You would think that having two surgeons as expectant parents would mean that there would be minimal questions. But quite the opposite was actually true. Not only did they have a solid medical background of information, but they could both read a medical journal and not get lost. Meaning the poor man was met with a barrage of "could this" and "what ifs" at every appointment. (Mostly from Callie, but Arizona had been known to throw in a question herself). Sawyer suspected that it had something to do with the fact that the pregnancy was running so smoothly. If there had been complications, neither woman would be so actively searching for something that might go wrong.

The questions, what if scenarios and possibilities got worse at 24 weeks. Callie had never been 24 weeks pregnant before. Uncharted territory meant that the couple had even more questions. Which Dr. Nagra answered patiently. With enough medical jargon to acknowledge that he was speaking to two colleagues, but not so much that he'd forgotten that they were nervous expectant parents.

But on the day that he'd begun the appointment with "There's something we need to discuss" both Callie and Arizona felt their stomachs give out.

"What?"

"What is it?" both women snapped in unison.

"Is it her heart?" Callie asked. "I knew 125 was too low. Is she - "

"Woah, easy," Dr. Nagra cut them off. "She's fine. Everything's fine. 125 is a perfectly normal heart rate for a fetus this size. Anything between 110 and 160 would be acceptable. Your baby is perfectly healthy. We need to talk about a cesarean section."

"Oh," Callie replied, feeling the tight grip Arizona had on her hand loosen at the words.

"I'm sorry we're so nervous," Arizona laughed.

"No, no, don't apologize," Dr. Nagra waved them off. "Sofia's birth was less than ideal. You've earned the right to be a little scared. And really, on the nervous parent scale, I'd give you about a 5 out of 10."

Callie and Arizona laughed, a little more relieved.

"Okay, so a c-section," Dr. Nagra continued.

"Are you sure one's necessary?" Callie asked. "I know that's what Addison said when she checked me out, but I completely missed Sofia's birth and I'd kind of like to experience this one," she added hopefully.

Dr. Nagra opened some files. "Because Sofia was delivered after a trauma at 23 weeks, Dr. Montgomery was forced to use a vertical uterine incision. Normally, an OB would use a low transverse incision, and in that case, you would be fine to deliver vaginally. But with a vertical incision, the risk of uterine rupture is much higher. I agree with Dr. Montgomery's assessment that you'll need planned cesarean. Otherwise, the risk for you and the baby is just too high."

Callie nodded. "Okay. Of course. Whatever's safest for the baby."

"As far as experiencing the birth however," Dr. Nagra continued, "we can do a spinal block, so you'll be conscious for the whole procedure. You'll be able to watch her come out, and meet her as soon as I hand her off to Dr. Robbins."

"That sounds good," Callie smiled.

"Okay, so, due date is December 4th," Nagra, mused, examining his calendar. "I'd like to wait until she hits 39 weeks to make sure the lung development is complete so… How does November 30th sound? That's a Monday. You still want the baby to be delivered at Seattle Grace, yes?"

Callie and Arizona nodded.

"Okay. I will arrange that with your chief of surgery then. Shouldn't be too difficult. I'll just name drop that I need the OR for baby Torres."

"Baby Robbins-Torres," Callie corrected quickly.

"No, just baby Torres," Arizona amended.

Callie shot her a confused look.

Dr. Nagra smiled. "No need to rush with that decision. I'll be booking the OR under your name Dr. Torres. You have plenty of time to decide what you'd like her last name to be."

When Dr. Nagra had left the room, and Callie began to re-dress, she asked, "What do you mean just Torres?"

"I think her last name should be Torres," Arizona replied, passing Callie her skirt.

"But it's our baby," Callie countered. "She should have both of our names."

"Sofia is our baby. Her last name is Torres."

"That's because Torres-Robbins-Sloan would have been ridiculous," Callie replied. "This is different."

"But I don't want it to be," Arizona sighed. "I don't think of Sofia as being any less my daughter because she has your last name."

"Of course you don't," Callie replied, pulling her shirt over her head.

"I don't want Sofia to someday think that I love this baby more, or that she somehow belongs to me more because I gave her my last name."

"Arizona," Callie sighed. "She won't. You said it yourself. We'll never treat them any differently so it'll never occur to them. It's just a name. And Robbin is Sofia's middle name. You're a part of her name too."

"I know, but…" Arizona paused. "They're sisters. They should have the same last name."

Callie pursed her lips.

"Besides," Arizona continued. "I've never liked the sound of hyphenated names, anyways. They're so cumbersome. And what if she wants to hyphenate when she gets married? Or hyphenate her kids names? I worked with a doctor once whose last name was MacMillan-Jones-Peters. No joke. She was born MacMillan-Jones. Married a guy named Peters. And like you said, three names is sort of ridiculous."

"Are you sure?" Callie asked, taking her hand. "It doesn't matter to me what her last name is. And I don't think anyone will be upset if the girls have different last names. Not even Sofia."

Arizona smiled and placed a slow kiss on Callie's lips. "I like when you say the girls," she smiled.

Callie grinned. "I like saying it," she replied.

"I want Torres," Arizona stated. "Just Torres."

"Okay," Callie smiled. "Whatever you want."

XXXXXXXX

November 30th approached slowly. But maybe that was a good thing. It gave them time to get completely settled into the new house. To get the nursery done, in green and pink and white, just like Callie had wanted. To moved the rocking chair that had once sat in Sofia's nursery to the new nursery, as well as deck out the window seat with a myriad of cushions. If the baby wanted to keep her mom's up all night, they would at least have a choice of seat. They'd set up the bassinet in their bedroom. Mark had gotten them an awesome double stroller for an infant and a toddler as a baby shower gift. They'd received more clothes and toys than they could possibly use, given that they still had most of Sofia's old ones. All of Sofia's old baby stuff had been fished out of storage and anything that had mysteriously gone missing had been replaced.

So they were ready.

And only one more obstacle stood between them and November 30th.

Thanksgiving.

They were having dinner at their house because it was biggest. Mark's apartment was tiny. Lexie and Sawyer's place couldn't accommodate everyone. And no one even suggested hosting it at Alex's.

Besides, Barbara, the Colonel and Tim were all coming for dinner, so their place really made the most sense.

Tim's arrival did throw a tiny hiccup into things, as the couple was unsure of how to introduce Timothy to Mark, Lexie and Alex. But after some discussion, they decided that the truth made the most sense, and that they could trust those three not to run with this story to the public.

To say that Lexie, Mark and Alex had been shocked would be putting it lightly, but all three were happy that Arizona now had her brother back in her life, and they greeted Tim warmly when he arrived.

The arrival of Barbara and the Colonel went well also. The Colonel had warmed to Mark considerably over the years (he no longer referred to him as "the sperm donor") and he seemed to like the fact that Mark was involved with Lexie.

Alex had been nervous about meeting the Colonel, but Sawyer had rolled her eyes and reminded him that she'd only known the man herself for a couple of years. He had nothing to worry about. (Daniel did eye Alex sternly when introduced. And his handshake might have been a bit firmer than usual. But he did behave).

In fact the only tension at all amongst the guests was between the two who were likely the most amicable people there. Barbara and Sawyer.

After Barbara's initial meeting with Sawyer, she had apologized for her harsh words and Sawyer had readily accepted her apology and forgiven her. And they were nothing but polite to each other. But while both women knew, intellectually, that how Sawyer came into being was not her fault, Barbara disliked the reminder of her husband's infidelity and Sawyer was uncomfortable with being that reminder.

The adults present understood the women's trepidation towards each other. Sofia, on the other hand, did not.

She saw no reason that two of her favourite grown-ups wouldn't want to play together. And since her Nana's arrival, she had taken to taking them both by the hand, and leading them on whatever adventure, or in whatever game suited her.

And they both loved Sofia, so they were willing to go along with her games, together, without any fuss. But that didn't mean that they weren't looking for an escape if one presented itself.

"So are we playing football later?" Tim asked, seated at the island with the task of making cranberry sauce in front of him.

"Can you play football?" Sawyer asked from her perch with Barbara and Sofia at the table, colouring. "With your knee?"

"My knee's fine," Tim brushed off with a wave. "Good to go."

"Let me see," Callie requested, leaving her post at the stove and passing her spoon to Mark so that he could take over stirring. Kneeling in front of Tim, Callie examined the healed scar and had him perform a few basic mobility tests. "That actually does look really good," she smiled. "Wanna come see your work, Sawyer?"

Sawyer hopped up from her spot at the dining room table and bent to examine Tim's knee. "Looks awesome," she smiled.

"I didn't know you assisted with that procedure," Alex said.

"Yeah, Callie let me detach the quadriceps from the patella," Sawyer grinned.

"You did an excellent job," Callie smiled.

"Are you going to be an orthopedic surgeon then?" Barbara asked, making an effort at conversation.

"No she's - " Alex started, before he caught Sawyer's eye and clamped his mouth shut. "I mean… um, can I colour too, Sofia?"

Sofia nodded happily and passed him a colouring book as he sat down beside her.

"I need blue," Alex hemmed.

Sawyer reached across the table and threw a blue crayon at him.

"Now, now, Auntie Sawyer, that's not how we share nicely," Arizona joked.

"Come on, you're almost two and a half years into your residency," Mark stated. "You must know what you want by now. I knew as a intern."

"So did I," Callie agreed.

"I didn't," Arizona acknowledged. "But I definitely knew by residency."

"Not everyone knows right away," Alex tried. "Sometimes you need an attending to pick your specialty for you."

Arizona shot him a smile.

"You told Alex," Lexie complained. "Tell us what you chose."

"It's plastics," Mark grinned.

Sawyer sighed. "I want neuro."

"Yes!" Lexie cried, pumping her fist in the air.

"Really?" Mark whined.

"I thought you were going to pick trauma," Arizona stated. "Hunt is going to be crushed."

"So are we playing football?" Sawyer asked, changing the subject.

"After dinner. It's tradition," Arizona nodded.

"Well dinner's just about ready," Callie stated. "So, Sofia, why don't we get those crayons cleaned up so we can set the table, and you and Nana go wash your hands."

XXXXXXXX

Lexie had to leave for her shift at the hospital right when dinner had finished, but everyone else was game for some football. Barbara took her usual perch of referee on the steps of the back porch while Callie sat beside her as a second set of eyes. Sofia brought her dolls outside to the porch and alternated between playing by herself, and bringing her Nana and Mami in on the game.

The six remaining adults divided into two, relatively fair teams. Arizona, Mark and Daniel against Sawyer, Alex and Tim. (The Colonel was in remarkable shape for a man his age, and despite his claims, Tim's knee still had a considerable amount of therapy to undergo).

Callie's attention flitted between Sofia and the game. She sat her dolly down at a tea party, then looked back up to see Mark make a handoff to Arizona before Tim tagged his sister out. She helped Sofia brush out her doll's hair while she watched Alex throw an incomplete pass to Tim. And she got Sofia to cheer along with her when Alex's next pass connected with Sawyer, and the blonde sprinted past Mark and into the end zone for the first touch down.

Callie laughed as Sawyer did a victory dance in Mark's face, and smiled when Alex came up to hug her from behind, spinning her in a circle while she laughed.

"Those two seem happy," Barbara commented.

"Yeah," Callie smiled. "I think they are."

"Do you think they'll gat married?" Barbara asked.

Callie paused. "Not any time soon. But someday? Yeah, I could see it."

Barbara nodded. "Mark and Lexie first?"

"Definitely," Callie agreed.

Shifting her weight, Callie noticed a wet spot where she'd been sitting.

"Oh, it's wet here, Sofia," she said. "Let's move over by Nana."

"Not wet, Mami," Sofia argued.

Glancing around again, Callie realized she was right. The water was limited to that small puddle. Noticing a corresponding wet spot on her pants, Callie felt a slow trickle make its way down her leg.

"Oh my god!" Callie called.

"What's wrong, dear?" Barbara asked.

"My water just broke!" Callie replied.

"Oh!" Barbara exclaimed. "Arizona! Arizona!" she shouted.

The football paused.

"Yeah?" Arizona asked, jogging over.

"My water just broke," Callie said breathlessly.

"Wha – are you sure?" Arizona asked.

"Pretty sure," Callie replied with an eye roll.

"Are you having contractions?" Arizona asked.

Callie shook her head.

"Okay," Arizona nodded. "Okay. The bag is packed. I'm gonna go get your bag. And I'll call Dr. Nagra and we'll go." She leaned in to kiss Callie. "We got this," she added as she hurried into the house, pulling her phone from her pocket.

The rest of the football players had congregated by the porch steps, offering smiles and words of encouragement.

Alex dug through the pile of coats. "Keys, where are my keys?" he muttered.

"Oh, are you coming too, Karev?" Callie quipped.

"What – no," Alex replied. "But I'm blocking you in. I need my keys."

"Oh, damn, I'm blocking you in too!" Mark cried, joining Alex in the hunt through the coats.

"Alex," Sawyer called. "I drove," she said flatly, pulling the keys from her pocket and tossing them to him.

"Right!" Alex replied, catching them, and hurrying around the side of the house to move the car.

"Oh god! Did Lexie drive here? Maybe she took my keys with her when she left!" Mark said.

"Lexie drove her own car," Sawyer replied.

"Check your pants pockets," Callie suggested slowly.

"Found them!" Mark called triumphantly, running around the house to move his car as well.

"Wow," Callie said as she watched him go.

"Why do men turn into sitcom characters when a woman goes into labour?" Sawyer asked with a chuckle.

"When I had Timothy, Daniel ran out to the car and forgot me," Barbara offered.

The Colonel looked sheepish.

Callie and Sawyer laughed.

Arizona reappeared with Callie's bag in tow, phone pressed to her ear. "What do you mean, you don't know?" she demanded into the phone. "Go find out!" She turned her attention to Callie. "So, Dr. Nagra is in Arlington, visiting his family for Thanksgiving."

"What?" Callie replied.

"Don't worry," Arizona replied quickly. "I'm on the phone with SGMW, and whichever OB surgeon is on call will do the procedure. It'll be fine," she added as Mark and Alex reappeared around the side of the house.

"No, who called in sick?" Arizona asked, her attention back on the phone. "Well who did you get to replace her?" There was a pause. "There is not a flu going around. It's Thanksgiving. There are a lot of lies going around!" Another pause. "So there are no OB surgeons at the hospital right now? Well I suggest you find one!" she added as she hung up.

"So…" Arizona started.

"We heard," Callie replied shortly. "But that's okay. We're okay. There's no contractions. I'm not even really in labour yet."

"No, Torres, we don't want you to go into labour," Alex interrupted. "Montgomery had to use a vertical uterine incision last time. The risk of uterine rupture increases 50% once the uterus starts contracting."

Callie gave him a surprised look.

"I was Addison's first assist with Sofia," Alex supplied.

"Okay, well then why don't you do this one?" Callie asked.

"I - " Alex started.

"Nope, she's right, Karev," Arizona cut in. "There's no one else there, and you were there for the last procedure. You're the best choice, now."

"Okay," Alex nodded.

"You drive," Arizona instructed.

"Right," Alex nodded.

And with two quick goodbye kisses for Sofia from her moms, the trio hurried around the side of the house, and took off in Alex's car.

XXXXXXXX

They were greeted at the hospital with a speed and efficiency that likely only meets two very well liked staff surgeons. Callie was prepped and in the OR within an hour of her arrival at the hospital.

Gloved and gowned, Arizona took her seat beside Callie's head, and held tight to one of her hands.

When Alex appeared in the room, he smiled at the couple. "I'll have them drop the drape once I'm done making the incisions," he offered.

Both Callie and Arizona nodded.

The incisions were made without any complications, and Alex nodded to the nurse to lower the drape. Callie and Arizona watched with tears in their eyes as Alex pulled their baby girl screaming into the world.

"She looks good," Alex smiled as he cut the umbilical cord.

"She's perfect," Callie breathed as she stared at her beautiful, bloody, screaming infant.

Arizona let out a watery laugh and rested her forehead against Callie's.

"We're just gonna clean her up," the nurse said as Alex went to work delivering the placenta.

"Go with her," Callie urged Arizona.

Arizona nodded, placing a kiss on Callie's temple as she followed the nurse and her daughter.

Minutes later, Arizona returned with the baby swaddled in white, and her cries miraculously calmed to whimpers. She resumed her seat by Callie's head. "Hi, Mami," she breathed.

"Hi beautiful," Callie replied reverently, choking back tears.

They sat together until Alex had finished closing Callie up, then moved from the OR to Callie's hospital room.

Once settled, Arizona passed the baby to Callie and pulled out her phone.

"Whatcha doin?" Callie asked, eyes not moving from her daughter's face.

"Just sending a message to let everyone know that it all went well," Arizona smiled. "Here. Take her picture," she said, passing Callie her phone. The text read,

Maggie Joy Torres

6 lbs, 0 oz, 20 inches

Born 8:32pm,

November 26th, 2014

Baby and Mami are both happy, healthy & perfect.

Callie smiled and snapped a picture of the infant. "Here," she said, passing it back after a moment more to edit to the text. "That's better."

Maggie Joy Torres

6 lbs, 0 oz, 20 inches

Born 8:32pm,

November 26th, 2014

Baby and Moms are all happy, healthy & perfect.

Arizona laughed. "Okay," she smiled, hitting send. She could see the fatigue in Callie's features. "You go ahead and sleep," she offered. "We'll be here when you wake up," she added, scooping Maggie off of the bed.

"Kay," Callie replied. "I love you."

"We love you too," Arizona replied.

Callie beamed.

XXXXXXXX

Arizona spent the night in the hospital room with Callie and Maggie. Callie dozed in and out of sleep, but Arizona was wide-awake, and simply couldn't stop staring at her beautiful miracle.

But Callie was alert, awake and holding the baby when their visitors appeared the next morning. Daniel, Barbara and Timothy arrived only minutes before Mark and Sofia. Alex and Sawyer were both working, but they too show up right on Mark's heels. (Alex claimed he was just checking on his patients, but Sawyer rolled her eyes and let him know that absolutely no one was buying that).

"She's so tiny!" Sofia exclaimed.

"You were much tinier," Arizona replied with a laugh.

"I was?" Sofia asked, incredulously. "No, Momma.'

"You were," Mark confirmed.

"She looks so much like Arizona!" Barbara cooed, running her hand over the scant blonde fuzz atop Maggie's head.

"You were that little too, Momma?" Sofia asked.

"I was," Arizona laughed.

Sofia cocked her head to the side to examine her sister better. The baby blinked back at her with Arizona's blue eyes.

"Her eyes are so big," Mark smiled. "God, she's really beautiful, guys."

After Maggie had been passed around a few times, (with remarkably little fuss for a baby who was only hours old) Callie shot a glance at Arizona, who nodded and moved to the edge of the group. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked Sawyer, catching her by the elbow.

"Oh, sure," Sawyer replied, tearing her eyes away from her niece and following her sister into the hall. "What's up, Zoey?" she asked as she pulled the door to the hospital room shut behind her.

"Callie and I would like you to be Maggie's godmother," Arizona smiled.

"Really?" Sawyer breathed, a big smile popping onto her face.

"Of course," Arizona replied.

Sawyer pulled her sister into a hug. "Oh my god, it's like a license to spoil!" she cried happily.

Arizona laughed, hugging her back. "Let's not get carried away, now."

Sawyer grinned as she pulled back from the hug. "Thank you."

Arizona squeezed her shoulder, shaking her head. "Thank you," she replied.

Returning back to the hospital room, Arizona shot Callie a quick thumbs up to let her know that Sawyer had happily agreed. Callie beamed back at her.

Mark had to leave for his shift, so Sofia was spending the day with Nana and Papa. Once the toddler had taken in her fill of the new baby, Barbara and Daniel had taken her home with the promise to come back later for another visit.

"Hey, Uncle Tim," Arizona smiled as her brother held her daughter. "She looks good on you." Tim smiled back, and Arizona was struck, not for the first time, how amazing it felt to say Uncle Tim. She'd never thought she'd get to say that to her kids.

As Tim handed Maggie back to Callie, she turned to Alex. "Do you want a turn, Uncle Alex?" Callie smiled.

Alex paused momentarily at the new name, glancing at Arizona to make sure his boss wasn't about to object. But Arizona simply smiled as she watched Alex lift her daughter gently, and cradle her to his chest.

"That looks pretty good on you too, Uncle Alex," Arizona stated with a sly smile.

"Uh, yeah, sure, I gotta go. Round… and stuff," Alex said quickly, panic evident in his voice as he passed Maggie off to Sawyer.

Sawyer shot Arizona a look as Alex fled the room.

Arizona smirked.

"Hi Mags," Sawyer cooed, turning her attention to her niece. "Your Momma is in trou-ble." She sing-songed. "Because that was not cool. And you wanna know what I'm gonna do to get back at her? I'm gonna buy you the noisiest toys I can find! The absolute noisiest. And I can give you as many toys as I want because I'm your godmother. Yes I am."

"I am not okay with noisy toys," Callie interrupted.

Sawyer smirked.

"I gotta get back to work." She pressed a kiss to a sleeping Maggie's forehead. "I'll be back to visit later." She passed Maggie off to Callie and left.

"I'm gonna run too," Tim laughed, watching the exchange between his sisters. He'd never witnessed Arizona in a sibling interaction that he wasn't a part of before this year. But he found he kind of liked it. And it was certainly amusing. "See you guys later," he added with a kiss to the cheek of all three.

Alone with her wife and new baby, Callie grinned at Arizona. She shifted herself over in bed. "Come snuggle with us, Momma," she requested.

Arizona grinned and slipped in beside her.

"Hi," Callie greeted her with a kiss.

"Hey," Arizona replied.

"She's sort of perfect," Callie grinned. "Just like her Momma."

Arizona smiled.

"Thank you," Callie added, her fingers brushing against the side of Maggie's cheek.

"Hey, you did all the work," Arizona deflected.

Maggie squirmed and let out a short cry.

"Oh, look. She wants you to do a little more work," Arizona joked. "I'm pretty sure she wants your boobs."

"Delicate," Callie laughed, repositioning herself.

"That's me," Arizona joked. She watched her wife breastfeed for a moment before she added, "I love you. So much."

"I love you too," Callie smiled.

The End.

Well this was fun, folks.

Thank you so much for your continued support. I'm glad that so many of you have come to love Sawyer almost as much as I do ;)

I'm not planning on returning to Sawyer's world any time soon. And if/when I do, it probably won't be a multi chapter fic. Perhaps someday I'll find that I miss her and this world and crank out some one shots.

Until then, I'll probably return to the world of canon. Eventually.

I would love to hear your final thoughts, especially if you've been a long time reader and never left your opinion.

Cheers, friends.