So yeah, I ran out of steam on my last story, once I get through AP testing and finals it will start up again though. It was really elaborate but some things just went into the wrong direction, so I will get it back on track soon. So here is a drabble that I hope you enjoy. It is post accident, just some stuff Arizona would think about. I wish these characters were mine, and the show and anything affiliated with it was but alas, I am not Shonda Rhimes, the lady this all belongs to.
It was Arizona's favorite springtime activity to do with Sofia, especially when it would be the two of them. Of course Arizona loved baby bonding alongside Callie, but sometimes it was fun to bond solo with Sofia; it was a way to get to know her tiny human.
This springtime, though, Arizona found herself spending almost every brilliantly bright day on a park bench people watching the folks. From runners to families playing Frisbee, the ache in her left limb was exacerbated. The realization that she wouldn't be able to load Sofia up into the baby seat on the back of her bike was painfully hitting her.
She would no longer whiz through the city showing Sofia sites that Arizona knew her daughter wasn't going to commemorate at the time. It was still fun to show her the excitement of the town, seeing Sofia, like her mothers, didn't leave Sloan-Memorial much except to go home at night.
Soon Sofia would get bigger and go to school, probably not remembering her momma even took her on bike rides. Probably not remembering she had rode right through Pike Place Market and almost got dominated by a salmon. She probably wouldn't remember that she rode under the Space Needle, or saw the Victorian architecture of Pioneer Square.
All of the thoughts Arizona planned for the future like taking her child back to those places, hoping one day to have Sofia and her ride bikes alongside one another again one day, were now useless. The thoughts were put into the recycling bin of Arizona's mind. Still, she went and sat to watch others run around, jump, climb, bike, until Calliope would meet her after work.
Her wife didn't know these bittersweet thoughts ate away at her cerebrum now and then, though she was certain Callie could take a hint. Especially when Arizona was nonstop gazing at athletes whilst mid conversation with Callie. This was okay though because Arizona would get over it eventually, just like she got over her insecurities of her wife seeing her naked again. It would soon, one day, be a worry of the past.
They'd figure it out.