"Sofia, because I said so," Calliope said in a stern trying-to-stay-calm voice. She hates actually yelling at her daughter. She knew once she got so upset that she yelled, nothing good came of it.

"Mom! I just wanted to go to Amy's house tonight!" The thirteen year old Sofia shouted at her mother. Usually Arizona would be here to back up her wife, but as she had a late surgery today, she wasn't here for this particular argument.

"I said no, Sofia. Do not argue with me. This is a school night; you do not go places on school nights."

"If Ma was here she would let me!"

"No she would not Sofia. Now go to your room and think about how disrespectful it is to yell at your mother. Also don't worry about going to Amy's or anywhere for two weeks. I will not be yelled at by my child. You are grounded, now go."

"Ugh! I hate you!" Sofia huffed as she stomped her feet and stormed to her room.

Callie lowered her head into her hand and sighed. "Kids."

An hour or two (and three glasses of wine) later. Arizona walks into the living room of the beautiful house her perfect family had bought when Sofia was just a toddler. They decided that they wanted their girl to grow up in a house with a yard that she can play in and make messes in. They never wanted a child that just sat in the house and watched TV all day, but it's not like they'd let her anyway.

"Hey beautiful!" Arizona's gleaming smile popped from under her pink lips. "How's my pretty wifey tonight? What's wrong baby?" Arizona rushed over to sit next to her wife when she caught note of the mood in the room.

"I just- I don't know how to handle her anymore." Callie sighed, the effects of the alcohol are present in her slightly distorted speech.

"Okay, first…" Arizona took the large wine glass out of the Latina's hands. "What happened, hon?"

"Our crazy daughter. She got a major attitude with me. She was yelling at me!" Callie started to get worked up again.

"Cal, come here." Arizona pulls her wife over into her arms. "Tell me everything."

Callie wraps her arms around the little blonde, "She was getting sassy and asked if she could go to Amy's house. Of course I said no, because you know, it's a school night, Then she started telling me she hates me and that if you were here you'd let her…"

"Well why couldn't so go, hon?" Arizona looks up puzzled at her wife.

"It's a school night? You know her, babe, she'd stay up all night."

"So what? She's thirteen, honey, she's gotta grow up some time. I think it's time to give her some responsibility. If she stays up all night her consequence will be being tired as hell at school."

Callie was surprised that her wife didn't side with her. She was a little upset, but it was nothing important enough to make a big deal about. She knows how strong their marriage is, even if they don't agree on something, they still get through it.

"Where is she? I'm definitely not going to go against you on this, baby. Since the decision is already made, I'd never tell her she could do something after you told her she couldn't."

"I sent her to her room. I don't appreciate being disrespected so I grounded her. Listen, even if we think differently here, I see your point. Thank you for being amazing."

"You did great," Arizona smiled. "You're an amazing mother, even if she hates it." The blonde giggled and nudged her with her shoulder.

"Thank you, sweetie. I needed that. I just don't want her to hate me." Callie huffed.

"Well, it comes with the job, babe. She'll love you for it later."

A phone is heard buzzing from the kitchen counter. Arizona looks puzzlingly at her wife and walks over it check it. "Here ya go, babe," She handed the phone to the brunette.

As Callie read the message that showed up on her phone, her mouth dropped open and her eyes almost popped out of her head.

"Baby, what?" Arizona furrowed her brows as she was trying to figure out why her wife was in such shock.

Callie turned her phone around for the standing woman to see.

"Oh god, what the hell..."

Sofia: Hey there baby, what do you want me to do to your cock after school tomorrow? I'll do anything you want. My mouth is all yours.

"What is our daughter doing?"