Title: Dating for Dinner
Creator: y0ungalaska
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All copyrighted materials referenced within this fan-fiction are not mine. I do not own Grey's Anatomy or any characters of Grey's. This is for entertainment purposes only. ... In other words, I own nothing except my ideas.
Summary: Arizona Robbins always dates for dinner. But what happens when a chance meeting could turn out to mean more?
A/N: I actually wrote this story a while ago, but I only posted it on the board. So I figured I'd post it here as I am one, writing Back At One with BrennaAimee and two, currently writing like five fics. lol. It'll keep me busy. Hope you like it! Chapters start out kind of short, but get longer as the story goes. Well, kind of.
Chapter 1:
The women in Arizona's family had a rule. It was only one rule, but it was an important one nonetheless. You date for dinner.
When Arizona was old enough to start dating, her mother sat her down and told her a story. It was one that she would never forget and one that she now abided by. And if Arizona Robbins were to have a little girl of her own, she too would be told the same story.
"Arizona, honey, can you come here for a moment?" The young girl turned in the hallway when she heard the sound of her mother's voice.
She made her way into her parent's bedroom and sat at the end of the bed. Her mother smiled, her dimples showing and patted the seat next to her. Arizona complied and climbed further onto the bed, taking up the space that was meant for her father.
"What's up, mom?" A fifteen year old Arizona asked as she leaned into her mother.
"I need to talk to you about something." Her mother lazily rubbed her daughters arm.
Arizona's head lifted, "Please don't tell me this is the birds and bees talk, mom."
Helen laughed at her daughter's forwardness. Arizona was a smart girl and she knew that. "No, honey, this isn't the birds and bees talk."
"Thank goodness." Arizona breathed as she laid her head back on her mother's shoulder. "So then what's this about?"
"This is about dating for dinner." Her mother answered simply.
Arizona's eyebrows furrowed. "Dating for dinner? What does that even mean?"
"Well, when I was your age, your grandmother sat me down and told me a story and I thought I'd tell you the same story. You'll understand when the story is over. Deal?"
"Deal." Arizona mirrored her mother's dimpled smile as she got comfortable.
Her mother went on for the next hour explaining to her how her grandmother and grandfather met. It was a rule back in the days when her grandmother was young. As a lady, you dated for dinner. And when you fell for someone, he was your choice. There was never a fight between men as the rules were understood and they too, had the option of choosing their wife-to-be.
Arizona smiled at the thought. Though it was a different time, she assumed her mother was telling her the story for a reason.
"Is that how you met daddy?" She looked up.
Helen smiled. "That is exactly how I met your father. We actually went on quite a few dates and he was a bit more into me than I was into him, but when it came down to it, I knew your father was the one." She reveled in the memory for a moment. "So you, my little Arizona," she lightly poked her daughter in the stomach, "tell me, does it make sense?"
"Yes, mama." Arizona smiled. Getting up off the bed, she made her way to the door but before she left she turned to her mother, "Thanks for the awesome story, mom."
Ever since she left her mother's room that day, she stuck to the history of her mother and her grandmother. Arizona Robbins always dated for dinner.