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Chapter 1

Callie is currently behind the wheel of her mustang convertible, driving through her hometown in southern Virginia. In New York, she rarely drives it, let alone with the top down. Having the top down on the warm April day would usually be something to be excited about.

Feeling nervous and needing to talk to someone, Callie calls her best friend Addie. "Come on, pick up, come on….," Callie says as she waits impatiently. Finally when she is just about to hang up, Addie answers.

"Are you there yet? Did you give her the papers? What did she say? What did she look like? Has she changed any?"

"Addie! Stop! Oh my gosh. I'm just now getting into town. Her house is going to be my first stop though. What's with the fifty questions? You were supposed to help calm my nerves and now you have me all worked up again!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. I've just been nervous for you."

"Again Addie, you are supposed to be calming me down! You still aren't helping!"

"I know, sorry. So….you are almost there then. You can do this. In and out, then you start heading back home tomorrow, and all will be good. No harm no foul...right?"

"I hope it's that simple Addie. This has to go smooth. I don't have time for things not to. For some reason though, I don't think it will be that easy.

"You've got this. Now, go get things taken care of so you can get back before the weekend. I still don't understand why you wanted to drive that old rickety thing when you could fly. Flying would have made it so much easier."

"Don't start on my car Addie. I don't like to get it out in New York. Too many potholes and nasty weather."

"Whatever Callie. Anyway, we have that big meeting tomorrow afternoon that you have been looking forward to. I hate that you will miss it but that means more excitement for me! Hopefully we can get something worked out. I feel big things can come of this!"

"Me too Addie. Listen, I have to go. I would love to go over some more thoughts before the meeting but I doubt I will have time to call you back. I should have called earlier. I just finished the third book in the hotel last night and started on the fourth. Let me tell you, there is a ton of talent there. This author makes me feel like I'm connected to her characters. It's weird. Anyway, almost there, so I need to go. Just give them what they want to get the deal done. And, thanks for the distraction, " Callie chuckled.

"Anytime sweets. Good luck. It will be ok. Call if you need me."

"I will. Talk to you soon."

As Callie hangs up, she looks around. "Not much has changed since I have been gone," Callie thought. She slows down as she looks just ahead. She sees the sign beside the long gravel drive way that she will never forget, "R-T Farms." She can remember buying that sign like it was yesterday. There was so much to be happy about back when that sign was put up.

As she continues down the drive, she feels her nerves start to make an appearance again. Actually, they have been there nonstop for the past few days. They are just coming forth ten fold at this point. She comes to a stop in front of the old farmhouse.

The big front porch that she used to sit on, wraps around to the back. It was one of the things she used to love most about this house. As she looks at the house she takes in the appearance and notes that it has been recently painted. It had really needed it bad several years ago. It looks really nice now.

She reaches up to move her hair back from her eyes. The wind has really done a number on her hair. As she looks in the mirror while she fixes her appearance, a sparkle gleams from the diamond on her hand, catching her attention. As she gazes down, she pulls off the engagement ring that adorns her left hand and puts it in a safe spot in her purse.

"Look what I have gotten myself into. Why didn't I come here to take care of this before it got to this point?" she asks herself. She exhales loudly and grabs the envelope that sits in the seat next to her. She makes the journey to the large wrap around porch, takes a deep breath, and knocks on the door.

She needs to get these documents in her hand signed and be back in New York as soon as possible. She has a wedding to prepare for after all. Her wedding. To her beautiful, sweet, caring, talented, easy going fiancé. Cameron recently finally achieved her dream of co-hosting "New York Daily," New York's premier morning news show. Cameron, or Cam, as she sometimes calls her, is a few years older Callie and has really done well for herself recently.

Once upon a time, knocking on the farm house door wouldn't have been a necessity, but using her key didn't seem quite right now. As she knocked for the second time, she was starting to think she would need to come back, but then the door was hesitantly opened and a little blue eyed boy peeked around the edge, while he looks at her with a shy smile.

Suddenly, a loud "Zac, close that door!" was heard. Cringing, the little boy slammed the door. Her breath caught in her throat because he surely wasn't what she expected to see when the door opened. As she felt shock overtake her, the door once again opens and there they were, those even bigger, bluer than blue eyes looking back at her. Beautiful didn't even describe the woman who answered the door.

Arizona stands at the door, mouth open and wide eyes, looking like she had just received the biggest surprise of her life. "Hey, I want to see too," said the little boy, who couldn't have been more than 3 years old. As he pokes his head around Arizona's legs, Arizona can't help but panic a little as he once again looks at Callie, wondering who the woman is. Short blonde hair tops his little head while dimples as deep as forever grace his cheeks.

At the same time, both women begin, "Arizona." "Callie."

Silence fills the air until the little boy sweetly looks to Arizona and says, "Callie? Who's Callie?"

Arizona reaches down and picks him up, looks at Callie and says, "Um, ex…excuse me, I…I'm just going to…to get him settled in the living room. I'll, uh, I'll be right back." Callie, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding, could only nod as Arizona shuts the door and leaves her standing on the porch.

Arizona takes the little boy in to the living room and sits him on the couch. "Mommy, who is that?"

"Well sweetie, she is, uh, she…she is an old friend of mommy's. I am going to put on your favorite movie and get you some juice. Mommy will be right outside for a few minutes then I will come back in and cuddle with my favorite little man. What do you say? Mommy cuddles sound good?"

"Yes," the boy giggled.

She ran to get his juice, hands it to him and said, "you wait right here for mommy and I'll be right back." Already engrossed in his movie, he nods.

While walking back to the door, Arizona stops to take a second to compose herself. She has a feeling she knows what this visit is about and that it's not the visit she has been hoping for. She knew one day this would come, but she has always dreaded it. She hopes she can make it through a conversation without breaking down. "Ok Arizona…you can do this. You can."

While waiting on Arizona, Callie's rambles to herself. "Oh, why didn't you already take care of this? I knew it was a mistake to wait. So, it looks like Tim had a kid. He looks just like Tim. And Arizona. But, I guess they look so much alike. I bet Arizona makes a great aunt. She always said she would spoil Tim's kids and then send them home on a sugar rush."

As the door opens, Callie is brought from her thoughts and takes a step back while she leans against the railing. Arizona steps out and sighs as she shuts the door behind her. The last person Arizona expected to see was Callie Torres knocking on her door. The years have obviously been good to Callie. She looks as beautiful as she did the last time Arizona saw her. Arizona always thought the wind blown look did amazing things for Callie and today was no exception.

Arizona wasn't prepared for the emotions now overtaking her body. Lots off emotions flit across Arizona as Callie watches Arizona's face. Arizona feels so much right now. Definitely some anger and some resentment. What she didn't expect was the love she has tried to bury for so long, rushing to the forefront. So many questions and thoughts are all going through her mind, but forming words are hard for her to do right now.

Although Callie should have been prepared to see all those emotions play across Arizona's face, she wasn't. Callie, fumbling for words, looked away. Those blue eyes are now losing some of the anger but turning into something she can't quite place. Once again, just like 6 years ago, she feels a huge wave of disappointment in herself. She felt like disappointing Arizona was the only thing she excells at.

Ultimately, after time seemed to stand still for both, Callie found her voice. "Arizona, I know it has been a long time. And I know…I know I should have personally brought these to you before now. I really need you to sign these though," as she held up an envelope.

Arizona looked at her and shook her head. "If those are divorce papers you want me to sign, you can forget it. I thought the others papers not being signed and returned to your lawyer were a sign that I don't want a divorce. That's all you, not me. If you want me to sign those, then you just need to woman up and take me to court."

Callie, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach, turns and leans over the railing of the porch. Vomiting in her Arizona's yard is not what she came here to do. Arizona watches with amusement as her wife gets herself situated.

"I see you still can't handle confrontation. You probably can't handle your alcohol any better these days either," Arizona smirked. She was not about to let Callie see how shaken up she was at her sudden appearance. She may have started off their encounter showing some emotion, but she has now reigned it in. She doesn't want to let Callie see that she is having any affect on her.

Callie, feeling a little queasy still, shakes her head in frustration. "Arizona, I have sent you several copies of these to sign. I don't want to have to take you court over this. If you would have signed these years ago, this would be over."

"Again Callie, I'm not the one who wants a divorce. You are. So why would I sign them? I told you 6 years ago, I didn't want one. I didn't return signed papers then, nor did I return papers 5 years ago, or 4 and a half years ago. I DON'T WANT A DIVORCE!"

"Arizona," Callie says as she shakes her head and looks down. "This doesn't have to he difficult. Please. Please...sign them."

"Callie, you will have to do more than just ask. I didn't want one then and I don't want it now."

"I see. So you are going to put us both through something that isn't necessary. Is Tim here since I'm assuming that what his son? Maybe I can convince him to talk some sense into you."

"No, he isn't. And Tim is not about to take your side on this even if he was. And Zac…" Callie cuts her off as she says, "I see. Well, I need to be going. It seems as though I am obviously not going to get anywhere here, so I have my work cut out for me now. Tell Tim his son is adorable though."

Callie turns to walk back to the car when she hears Arizona say, "He isn't Tim's." At hearing this, Callie looks back to Arizona.

"What?"

"He isn't Tim's."

That one simple statement takes Callie by surprise. "Is he…," Callie stops and can't seem to finish her sentence.

"He's my son," Arizona says.

"I…I don't know what to say, I…," Callie stutters. "Congratulations. He is definitely a Robbins. I'm sorry, I just...I didn.t expect it but it is what I always wanted for you."

Arizona couldn't help but be a bit confused herself. She figured Callie's parents would have told her. True…her son wasn't biologically anything to Callie, and there was no reason for anyone to tell her, theoretically any way.

Given all the circumstances, she figured it would be news someone would have felt Callie had a right to know, even though Arizona wasn't one of them. Especially Callie's parents. They spent time with the boy, every other weekend. They considered the boy their grandson. "Callie, I see this is obviously a shock to you. I assumed someone would have told you. His name is Zac. He turns 3 this weekend."

"Um, yeah, they uh, they didn't mention it."

"You know Callie, things could have been so different. When you abandoned me I..."

Arizona, I didn't just abandon you! You know why I left!"

"I know why you think you left Callie, but we both know that was a crock. You wanted me to be happy? Guess what, you leaving did NOT make me happy. You wouldn't listen to anything I had to say and you became engulfed in your own little pity party. That is not a reason to get a divorce. We went through something terrible. It was the worst thing imaginable. But we should have been going through it together, not apart. It was hard and awful and it sucked, all the time, but we should have been going through it together. Then you just shut down."

"Arizona, I didn't come here to argue. I came here so we could have closure. I mean, you have a kid, you obviously have moved on, just sign them. Please. Let me move on too."

"You know what Callie, I can see that you still don't listen to me any better now than you did 6 years ago. I will say this one more time, and you better listen to me and listen good, when I say that I'm not signing those damn papers. Take me to court Callie." With that, Arizona opens the door to go in and slams it behind her.