Thanks to Rachael for the AMAZING cover art for this story and also for being the driving force behind this piece of work, my beloved heart twin.

Also, you should listen to Where We Belong by Thriving Ivory while reading, okay? Just do it.

She ignores the fifteenth call from her wife, deletes the seventh voicemail that begins "Calliope, I", and then pulls her knees to her chest as she looks up at the ocean beyond Addison Montgomery's backdoor. The fiery redhead has taken their children down to the water; Sofia dances in the sand, her tiny hands tangled with her beloved Addie's fingers as she spins just at the water's edge. Addison, herself, is knelt at the edge of the ocean with one hand holding onto the dancing Sofia and the other wrapped around her son as Henry splashes gleefully in the surf. She's beautiful, Callie thinks, as she watches the waves dampen the cuffs of Addison's jeans and how wide her smile is as she laughs at something her daughter's said. Callie slams her phone down on the top step and takes off down the steps to the only people who mattered anymore.

The brunette curls her hand at Addison's waist, pulling her up and into a soft kiss. They're doing this dance, walking the fine line between diving in too fast and going too slow. Addison cants into her with a sigh but then Henry is whimpering, babbling a sweet "mama mama mama" as he wiggles his little body toward the call of the sea. Callie laughs and kisses Addison's forehead before taking the little boy from her best friend and kissing his jet black hair and lowering herself to the sand with the child on her lap. His tiny fingers curl around her fingers the way that Sofia's used to and she holds him up to let the cool water rush around his dancing toes. "You're going to be a dancer, aren't you?"

"Ballet," Addison agrees as she drops to the sand next to Callie. The water rushes around them and dampens their clothes but they don't seem to mind too much because they're so enchanted by all of it – the laughter of their children, the calm of each other, the pull of the ocean.

"Sofia's starting ballet when she's three," Callie explained. "Arizona thinks..."

"You can say her name," she encourages with the nudge of her knee at Callie's thigh. "You're married, Cal, and that marriage might be coming to an end but she was... is... still your wife, still a part of your life. You can't pretend she never existed."

"I... I wish I was angrier at her," Callie confesses. "I wish that I'd had the energy to stay and fight but we've been ending for so long now that it doesn't feel all that different. I'm hurt that she cheated on me instead of just telling me that she was done but it all just feels like it was a long time coming. And right now? I'm happy. With you."

"I'm happy with you too," Addison tells her and leans in, kissing her gently.

A throat clearing behind them rips them apart and Amelia Shepherd stands with her hands on her hips, eyebrows raised, and looking expectantly at her ex-sister-in-law for an explanation. "Addison... I... Wow. That's hot."

"Amelia, filter," Addison commands with a blush. "Callie Torres, Amelia Shepherd. Amelia Shepherd, Callie Torres." She turns to Callie with a smirk. "Derek's little sister."

"Mark's Callie?" Amelia asks as she joins them in the sand.

She cringes at the possessiveness but shrugs. "I was never Mark's Callie but he was my best friend. That's Sofia," she nods at the daughter she shared with him.

"Cuter than her pictures," Amelia chuckles and snags the wild child who is passing her. "Hi kid. I'm your Auntie Amelia. Your daddy and I grew up together."

"Daddy," Sofia sighs his name forlornly. She was just beginning to talk when they lost him but Callie fought long and hard to keep his memory alive for her. "Daddy in heaven."

"Yeah, he is," Amelia agrees. "He was a good guy. One of the best."

Sofia seems to have her father's perceptiveness, judging people at lightning speed and deciding if they're going to be one of her people or not, and Amelia is most definitely in. "I play," she explained. "Come splash?"

"Manners," Callie reminds her.

"Please?" The little girl tilts her head to the side and bats her lashes in that definite Sloan manner.

Amelia laughs. "Sure."

Sofia begins her dancing again, tiny feet kicking at the water and now using Amelia as her splashing target as she bounces about. Amelia laughs heartily while occasionally tossing handfuls of water at the now soaked toddler. The girl seems to have a calming effect even on Amelia's inner turmoil – she's healed a lot since the loss of her son but it's been awhile since she was playful and happy with children other than Henry.

Callie smiles and wraps an arm around Addison as she watches the pair, Henry growing tired and falling to lay across their legs that touch. Addison plays with her son's hair and leans into the other woman's touch, tilting her head to kiss the underside of Callie's chin. "This is nice," Callie whispers. "Wonderful even."

"Yeah," Addison agrees. "I think Amelia's been needing a touch of Mark in her life – they were pretty close while they were growing up – and Sofia is just... she's so much you and so much Mark at the same time."

"It's okay to miss him," Callie reminds her gently. "If it's okay for me to talk about Arizona then you have to let yourself miss Mark. Someday Sofia is going to ask questions that I can't answer, Addie. Stuff about Mark before I knew him about who he loved and why. She'll want to know about her daddy and her Addison. About Ella."

The name she had given their unborn child makes her gut twist and tears pool beneath her eyes. "He told you?"

"When we were trying to come up with names for Sof," she explains as she twists a fiery lock around her fingers. "He loved you, Addison, and I know that you loved him. So it's okay if you miss him and if you look at Sofia and think about him. It doesn't make me care about you any less. It doesn't hurt me to know you think about him."

Addison watches Amelia chase Mark's daughter down the beach and she turns to burrow her head in the crook of Callie's neck. "So much of my life was wrapped up in Mark Sloan. There is so much that I can't think about without thinking about him too."

"I know," Callie promises with a kiss to the crown of her head. "Just like there's a part of my life that Arizona is wrapped up in. Mark is wrapped up in yours. That's okay. We just have to move forward – with each other, I hope."

"Me too," Addison whispers and her fingers come up to cup Callie's chin as she leans in to kiss her deeply. Callie sinks into her touch and she barely remembers to keep her arm wrapped around Henry as Addison's tongue dances over hers.

Amelia returns to the group with Sofia upside down and giggling in her arms. She's never considered Addison being into women but she's not so sure that Addison has ever considered it herself – maybe Callie is just the right person at the right time. She flops down beside them and covers Sofia's eyes with a laugh. "Okay, that's enough, you're scarring the children."

"Shut up, Amelia."

"Addie is so mean to me," she informs the wiggling toddler.

Sofia narrows her eyes at the brunette."Mine Addison."

"I think you're going to have to fight your mommy for her."

Sofia leans around Addison to look at her mother. "Mommy, MINE Addison."

"Oh really?" Callie shifts Henry to one leg and pulls Addison into her lap with one arm before sticking out her tongue at her daughter. "My Addison, Sofia!"

"MINE ADDISON," Sofia protests loudly.

"No, mine," she counters.

Sofia's eyes water and her lower lip quivers. "Mine," she whispers softly. "Mine Addison."

Addison steals her from Amelia and covers her face with kisses, tickling away the blues. "Mine Sofia."

Sofia settles into her lap, her chin resting on Addison's shoulder, the look she gives her mother a smug look of 'ha, I won'. She then turns in Addison's lap and reaches out for her new best friend. "Mine Am'ia."

Amelia just laughs and allows herself to be pulled into the dog pile by the little girl. "As you wish, little princess."