S7: Ten weeks post crash. Callie and Sofia remain in the hospital, although both are stable.

It's 6:15am, and Arizona Robbins is wide awake. More than awake. She's nervous and fidgety and downright jumpy. It's a good nervous, though, which she is thankful for. Not the kind of nervous that comes with your fiance and daughter almost dying in a car accident that you could have prevented if you just looked back at the road one second earlier.

Not that kind.

Never that kind again.

Opening the door to the private hospital room, she slides in quickly so as not to draw any attention to herself. She's in the hospital against orders - her shift doesn't start until 7AM, and Bailey has been giving everyone who sees her inside these walls before her shift starts permission to tell her off.

It's worth it though.

Walking up to Callie and brushing a kiss on her cheek, Arizona silently sits in the chair stationed for her next to the bed.

"Hey pretty lady, wake up," Arizona coos. .

"Umfff," responds Callie, still laying on her stomach with her face slammed into her pillow. She's never been the most graceful sleeper. Even constrained to the hospital bed that's been her home for the past ten weeks, she has still managed to make a mess of herself amongst the machines and tubes and extra pillows Arizona insisted on stealing for her. Arizona beams at her girl.

"Calliope, honey, please. I need to talk to you before my shift starts."

Callie lifts her head from the pillow and shifts her body, immediately plopping her head back down on the bed after turning to face the blonde. Her eyes remain closed against the early morning sunlight, a rarity in the gray Seattle gloom.

"Now?"

"If that's okay."

The raw tremble in the blonde's voice makes Callie open her eyes. Well, eye. Half of her face remains buried in the pillow.

"What's wrong?"

Arizona, now occupying the smallest sliver of the hospital bed, looks back at Callie with big blue eyes. Callie reaches a hand over and cups her fiance's cheek. The blonde places her hand over Callie's, leaning into the warmth.

"Nothing. Everything is perfect."

"Except for the fact that I'm awake…" Callie lifts her head and looks over Arizona's body to the clock on the wall, which reads 6:20am, "much sooner than I need to be. Cristina isn't coming to harass me until 8:30."

Arizona laughs and moves closer to Callie, snuggling into her and running her nose along Callie's. "You're going to want to be awake for this, I promise."

Callie raises her eyebrows suggestively and lowers her hand to her fiance's ass. Arizona laughs and lazily kisses the brunette.

"Not that, just yet," Arizona responds to the gentle squeeze Callie gives her.

"You're killing me this morning."

Arizona laughs again. Callie wraps the blonde closer into her body, hooking a tan leg between the two scrub clad white ones next to her.

"So if you didn't have a nightmare and if you don't want me 'just yet' then what are we doing awake?"

"I have something for you."

"Please tell me you didn't try to cook me breakfast in the cafeteria again."

"I'm a good cook!"

"You're adequate at best, and a fire hazard at worst."

"I love you too."

Callie brings her lips to Arizona's and sucks on the blonde's lower lip. Arizona moans into the kiss, but breaks it off after a few seconds.

"Hold on. Keep your eyes closed."

Callie groans and buries her head into Arizona's neck. Blonde hair covers the brunette's face as Arizona leans up and grabs a small item out of her white jacket pocket. Burrowing back into bed, she sets the item in the small space between their two bodies. Despite the move, Callie keeps her face against Arizona's body.

"Callie."

"What?"

"Open both of your eyes this time."

Callie opens her eyes to a little white box, propped open to reveal a beautiful ring. Diamonds surround the band in a flowery pattern. Callie hones in on the jewelry; Arizona only has eyes for the brunette.

"I didn't do it right the first time."

"Arizona…" Callie trails off.

"I don't say it as much as I should. I'm better at showing you than telling you how I feel, but I'm going to get over myself for just a second because you deserve it. More now than ever."

Callie looks at Arizona's face, really looks at it for the first time all morning. The wounds on her forehead have almost healed, and her lips still bear a few scars. The blonde takes Callie's hands into her own, lets out a shaky breath and forges on.

"I meant what I said in the car, before…everything happened. Every word. I do love you more than anything, and I want more with you. I want rings, and commitments. I want to wake up with you every day and go to sleep holding you every night."

She kisses the knuckles on Callie's left hand, running her fingers ever so delicately over the bruises.

"I want to go to Sofia's soccer games and piano rehearsals and Girl Scout retreats with you. She's perfect, Calliope. Being her mama is the best decision I've ever made. No matter if we just have her, or another one or nine more, I want in. Always. If you'll have me."

"Arizona…" Callie starts, not able to find the words she wants. "Of course. Yes. Yes. Yes. Can I put it on?"

"You better."

Arizona takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto Callie's still healing fingers.

"It's perfect."

"Sofia thought so too. I swung by earlier this morning to give my baby girl her morning kisses, and I may have showed it off to her."

Arizona giggles into the kiss Callie lands on her lips, and Callie melts, right then and there.