"You were awesome," Arizona informed her wife as they walked hand in hand down the hallway of the hospital towards the elevators.
Callie snorted, "I'm not sure awesome is the word I'd use. Nervous, emotional, distracted; those are good words though." She was still in a daze from the TED speech; shocked at Webber for arranging it and at her wife for not telling her. She punched the down button at the elevator doors.
"Distracted?" Arizona questioned.
"Yes, distracted," Callie replied. "You standing there, watching me," Callie explained, "and picturing you in a lot less clothing," her thoughts drifted to the previous day and she squeezed Arizona's hand. "Yeah, that didn't help."
Arizona giggled as the elevators doors opened and they stepped in. It wasn't long before they opened again and they walked out towards the daycare. Callie noticed Arizona's slower pace and she adjusted her gait to match. Callie opened the door to the daycare and Sofia immediately looked over and clapped her hands, smiling at her parents. She stood up and toddled over to them, stopping at Arizona and tugging at her pants. Callie scooped her up and handed her to Arizona.
"Well, hi baby girl," Arizona cooed as Sofia wrapped her arms around her mother's neck.
"Someone looks tired," Callie commented. She went to Sofia's cubby and picked up her bag and jacket. "Let's get you home."
Arizona handed Sofia to Callie, as Sofia struggled to return to Arizona. A moment of sadness rushed through Arizona's head and once again she cursed the prosthetic. She took a deep breath and the three of them left.
Arriving home, Arizona threw herself on the couch, trying to take the pressure off her leg, while Callie whipped together a quick pasta supper. Sofia's mostly ended up on the floor and in her hair, and after a quick bath and a snuggle with Arizona, Sofia settled down for the night.
"Poor kid was exhausted," Callie stated as she flopped down on the couch next to the blonde. Arizona only faintly smiled. "Hey, what's up?"
"We have had a pretty crappy couple of years, haven't we?" Arizona asked her eyes full of sadness.
"We've had some crappy things happen to us, yes," Callie replied. "But I wouldn't go as far to say that the past two years have been horrible. We got married, remember?"
Arizona smiled, "of course I remember." She rested her head on Callie's shoulder. "I just meant that we've been through a lot of not so good stuff. Too much."
Callie agreed. Between the car accident, Sofia's birth, and her recovery alone would have been enough for them to have to deal with. Adding in the stress of her mother's dismissal of her and Arizona, and then the horrific plane crash, Callie felt as though the universe was playing a sick joke on them. "Maybe you're right too, you know, about selling this place and Mark's. Maybe it's time we don't have a constant reminder of what we've lost. "
Arizona said nothing, and just shifted closer to her wife. She struggled with the prosthetic as she tried to pull her legs up onto the couch. Callie stiffened, hoping that it wouldn't mean a blow up from Arizona. She knew her wife was tired and sore and although she was adjusting to the newer prosthetic, it still gave her some trouble.
"Why don't we go watch a movie in bed?" Callie suggested. "We can talk about this serious stuff another time."
Once again, Arizona was quiet, but pulled herself up off the couch and limped towards their bedroom. Callie waited a few minutes before following, allowing her wife the time she needed to prepare for bed. Arizona was in bed by the time Callie brushed her teeth and slid between the sheets.
"I only want to move if you do," Arizona finally said, after several moments of silence. "I know I brought it up, but it has to be something we both want." She paused and grasped her wife's hand. "I miss Mark too. And the constant reminder every day of him being gone is making it hard to move on." Arizona dreaded coming home to see Mark's apartment door. She expected him to be coming out or to hear his voice from the other side. Her own injury was enough of a reminder, but there were moments when she'd return home from work and wasn't consciously thinking of her leg, until she saw Mark's door, and it all came rushing back.
"I do want to," Callie assured her. "I'm ready to take that step."
Arizona rolled onto her side facing in towards her wife and Callie wiggled down off her pillow and put her back towards Arizona, moving as close as she could to her.
"We'll be okay," Arizona whispered as she draped her arm over Callie's middle. "I know I don't always act like we will be, but I know we will be."
