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Chapter One
I'm back! After the end of season 12 I really thought I could use some positive Calzona in my life. Not sure how long this story will be or how often I'll be able to update, but I promise to see this story through. Let the drama and fluff begin!
Hope you enjoy!
This is about two months since the California trip from the epilogue.
Callie POV
"Alright, arms up." I instruct my daughter. This morning I'm on clothes duty while Arizona is on breakfast duty. She's downstairs feeding Noah, and I'm helping Sofia put on her outfit for school. Bending down on my knees so I'm eye level with my daughter, I place the blue shirt over her arms and head. "Shirt on, check. Now what kind of pants do you want to wear?" I ask standing up and looking through her dresser full of clothes.
"Mmmm, green shorts please!"
"Green shorts?" Digging through her draw I come across multiple pairs of green shorts. "Which ones, Sof? You've got a lot of green shorts." I hold up three options and she takes her time thinking about it. She scrunches her face and cocks her head to the side just a little, basically mimicking the way I examine scans at the hospital. It's very adorable.
"Those ones." She points to the pair in my left hand. "The ones with the pink ladybugs."
"Pink ladybugs it is!" Putting the other options away, I kneel down again and help Sofia step into her shorts. Once that's done, I place her on the edge of her bed and get her socks and shoes ready. "So you excited for school today?" I inquire, slipping on her socks.
"Yeah, Ms. Morrison said we get to paint outside today. I'm excited." She says giddy.
"That should be fun. We can put it on the walls like you other paintings." Sof's room is covered with pictures of her artwork. Arizona could only take so many to work and keep them on her desk, so now when she brings home a drawing or something one of us will go out and get it framed for her room.
"I wanna paint a butterfly, mama."
"Then that's exactly what you should do." After her shoes are on I watch as she goes into the bathroom and begins to brush her teeth. She doesn't need my help much anymore, but I just keep a close eye on her. I quickly straighten up her room and make sure her backpack is packed for class.
"Mama, I finished!" She says showing off her freshly cleaned teeth.
"Good job, Sof. Let me help you with your hair so you can go eat breakfast."
"Mmmkay, I wanna ponytail like you."
"I think I can manage that." I smile to myself. After hair is done, we go downstairs to Arizona and Noah.
"Mommy, look at my outfit today!" Sofia says running over to Arizona and modeling her clothes. "I picked it all out myself."
"Very good, Sof. You're getting good at that." My wife bends down to give Sofia a kiss atop her head before putting some dirty dishes in the sink. "I'll have your breakfast ready in just a sec, just have a seat."
"Okay." I help Sofia into one of the tall breakfast bar chairs while picking Noah up out his seat.
"You ready to get out of these jammies, bud?"
"Uh-huh." He nods wiping his fingers off on his pajamas.
"Good, let's get you changed then." I comment, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "How was he this morning?" I ask Arizona who's busy getting Sofia's breakfast ready and lunch packed.
"Very good. He at all his breakfast."
"Even the pineapple?"
"Yes, even the pineapple. I knew he'd come around to it."
"Well isn't that surprising. Last week he wouldn't even touch it."
"I know, but I think he likes it now."
"I love pineapple." Sofia interjects. "It's super sweet." She grins widely.
"That it is, we should be back down in a few."
"Okay, well Sof and I have to get going in fifteen minutes so come back down before that, I just want to talk to you real quick." Nodding in acknowledgment, Noah and I make our way out the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Mama, you like pwetty today."
"Aw, thanks Noah. That's very nice of you. You're like my own personal sweet talker."
"What's a sweet talker?"
"Uh, it's like a person who…never mind, but thanks for the compliment."
"What's a compliment?"
"It's when you say something nice about someone."
"Oh." He says flatly. I can tell by the look on his face he doesn't quite understand, but he's trying to piece everything together. "You know how every morning I tell mommy she's beautiful?" I start, placing him on the bed and undressing him.
"Yeah."
"Well that's a compliment."
"Why?"
"Why do I do it?" He nods in response. "Because it's a nice thing to do, and it's true. Your mommy is very beautiful."
"And you love her?"
"I do, I love mommy very much. She makes me very happy. Just like you. You make me happy too."
"Cool." A hearty laugh escapes my lips at his response.
"Yes, it's very cool. Let's get you cleaned up in the bathroom real quick." Walking into his bathroom, he stands on his stool while I get a washcloth and begin washing his face and the rest of his body. I help him brush his teeth and put on some fresh underwear.
"Alright, let's see what you've got in your closet to wear today." Lifting him up once again, we walk over to his closet and begin looking through options. After a couple of seconds I start to realize there is a whole section in the back of clothes with the tags still on them. "Arizona…" I mumble to myself. She buys so many clothes for the kids and I have no clue why. There has to be a reason behind it, this little obsession she has is going on for months now. "Why does mommy buy so many clothes, buddy?" I ask more to myself than to Noah.
"I dunno."
"Yeah, neither do I. Okay, well you are going to wear one of these new shirts. If she's going to buy them you might as well wear them."
"Okay." He says nonchalantly. After I change Noah into his new clothes, he helps me put some of the toys away in his room before sitting down and letting me help him with his sneakers.
"What do you think about a haircut today? It's been a while and your hair is getting long."
"That's cool." He answers a little preoccupied with a toy in his hand.
"Cool, huh? Is that your new favorite word?"
"I heard Sof say it."
"I'm not surprised. After we leave the hospital this afternoon we will go get you a haircut."
"Will it hurt?"
"Not one bit. I promise."
"Okay."
"How about we go back downstairs and I let you watch a little bit of television before we leave? Sound good?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He answers excitedly while running out the room. Right on his heels, I follow him downstairs into the living room and get him set up to watch something. Moving back into the kitchen, I see Sofia finishing up her breakfast and hopping down from the chair to join her brother in the other room.
"We're leaving in five minutes, Sof!" Arizona calls out.
"Okay!" Sof faintly answers. Sliding up behind my wife, I place a hand on her hip and give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning, again. You look very beautiful today." I whisper sweetly next to her ear.
"Thank you. You look very nice today too, babe." She replies before turning around. She grabs my face and pulls me in real kiss upon her pretty pink lips. I circle both arms around her back to keep her in place and pull her close.
"You taste like coffee. Really, really good coffee." I murmur against her lips.
"Good thing I saved you some." She responds, giving me one last kiss before we break apart.
"So what did you want to talk about?" I ask pouring myself a cup.
"Right. So I was thinking we have a talk tonight."
"Uh, okay. We talk every night." I answer, slightly confused at the request.
"I know, but I just want to make sure we are both here to actually sit down and talk. I don't have any plans tonight, you don't have any plans tonight and neither do the kids. So after they are all settled in for the night we can talk."
"Yeah, okay. That sounds good." I'm a little perplexed at her comment only because we talk all the time, but this time seems different because it's actually planned out. "This "talk" wouldn't be a metaphor for something else, would it? Cause I can think of a few things it could mean."
"Oh really?" My wife smirks. "Well I promise you tonight is just a talk, but if you have something else in my I may be open to the possibility." She leaves me with a kiss on the cheek before heading into the other room to get Sof. I continue to sip my coffee and snacking on some of the food Sofia left on her plate. Seconds later Arizona comes back into the kitchen to grab her purse and keys with Sofia right behind her picking up her lunch box and backpack.
"Bye mama! Love you!"
"Mama loves you too, Sof. Have a great day." I shout after her as she runs towards the door. "You got everything?" I ask my wife as she looks around the kitchen one last time before leaving.
"Yeah, I think so. I said goodbye to Noah, but I think he was more focused on the characters on the television." She laughs, "Anyway, I'll see you two later. Have a good day, love you."
"Love you too."
"Oh! I totally forgot, can you make Noah's lunch today?"
"Yeah, yeah of course.
"Hey Noah what do you want for lunch today?" I ask rummaging through the refrigerator. I hear his little feet patter into the kitchen and I pick him up and place him on the countertop.
"A sandwich."
"What kind?"
"Cheese, pwease!"
"Okay, cheese and what else?" I say pulling out the bread and cheese. "We got some turkey…salami…I think we have some ham left if you want a ham and cheese sandwich."
"No, only cheese."
"You want just a plain cheese sandwich?" I ask dumbfounded. Seems kind of boring to me.
"Mhmmm." He says grinning.
"Okay then. Ask you and shall receive." I throw together his sandwich and add some chips, grapes, cookies and a bottle of water into his lunch bag, and get his other bag for daycare ready. Once I deem the house relatively clean we head off to the hospital.
"Well that was easy enough. Took a little longer then I expected, but everything worked out well." Meredith comments as we scrub out of our surgery.
"Yep, and that's all that matters."
"I have an hour until my next operation, do you want to grab an early lunch?"
"Oh I would love to, but I can't. I have an appointment in five minutes."
"No worries. Is everything alright?" Grey asks drying her hands.
"Yeah, yeah. Just a routine thing. Shouldn't take too long. I'll come find you in the cafeteria afterwards."
"Sounds good. I'll save you a spot." Exiting the scrub room, I make my way up to Dr. Meyers' office.
"Hey Carmen, how are you?" I greet the young nurse.
"I'm great, Dr. Torres. How can I help you today?"
"I have an appointment with Dr. Meyers at eleven."
"She's just finishing up with someone else, but I'll let her know that you are here. You can have a seat in the waiting area with you wife."
"My wife?"
"Yeah, she just came in a few minutes ago." Carmen points over my shoulder making me turn around and sure enough I see Arizona with her head in some magazine.
"Oh okay, well, um, thanks Carmen." I give her a small smile goodbye and walk over to my wife.
"Arizona?"
"Calliope," She grins looking up. "I must've missed you walk in."
"Yeah, it appears so." I say taking a seat next to her. "Not that I don't love seeing you, but what are you doing here?"
"You have a doctor's appointment. I may have seen the reminder pop up on your phone this morning when you were in the shower. I wanted to be here with you and so we can talk to your doctor together about moving forward with everything."
"We're just going over lab results. Don't you have class right now?"
"Usually yes, but I took an hour off so I could be here."
"You really didn't have to do that, babe. I promise I would've come home and tell you all about it tonight."
"I know, but I'm here now and we can do this together."
"Dr. Torres, Dr. Meyers will see you now." Carmen alerts us. We get up and walk into my doctor's office.
"Callie, it's great to see you again. I see you brought your wife this time." Dr. Meyers says closing the office door as we take our seats. "It's good to see you again too, Arizona."
"Thanks, you too. I'm just here for moral support. You two just go along like I'm not even here."
"Well as Callie may have told you, these meetings usually don't last that long. I'll get straight to it. Callie, your results look okay. I use okay loosely because while you cholesterol levels have been coming down, it's at a slow pace considering how long you've been on your medication."
"But as long as they are coming down it's good, right?"
"In the grand scheme of things, yes. We certainly don't want them going up. I talked to Dr. Emerson and we decided to try something if you're up for it?"
"Like what?" I ask nervously.
"Don't worry, it's nothing bad, I think it might be really good. It's hard to tell if the medicine is working or if your declining levels are do to a change in your lifestyle like your eating habits and exercise, so instead of increasing your prescription we want to take you off the medication."
"Completely?"
"For at least three months. We will take some more tests again and see where we are. If your levels go up we will put you back on, but if not, we will continue to monitor you without any medication. We don't want you taking anything if you don't have to. What do you think?"
"I'm thinking that's fantastic!" I look to Arizona and she doesn't seem all that thrilled. "Arizona, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, but…I mean are you sure it's okay if she just stops taking it?"
"Arizona, don't insult the lady." I hiss between my teeth.
"It's fine, Callie. And to answer your question Arizona, yes. This is just a trial period, if Callie feels any major difference or starts having symptoms of a chest paints or a heart attack then of course we will make some adjustments, but from looking at her file and tracking her results over the past year, she's doing alright and we want to keep that up."
"Arizona this is good news." I try to convince her.
"But you said just alright, that's not good or great. It's just okay." She says staring at the doctor. "I mean what about the baby?"
"Baby? Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know Callie was pregnant." Dr. Meyers states looking between us.
"I'm not!" I quickly reply to the doctor before turning to my wife. "Arizona, what are you talking about?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it come out like that, but what if Calliope decides to become pregnant again. How will that affect her?"
"We would have to continue to monitor Callie, especially with her history with preeclampsia, but otherwise all other medical concerns should be discussed with your OBG/YN." She answers trying to calm my wife's nerves. "For right now Callie, you can stop taking your medication and we'll do another test soon."
"Thank you, Doctor. I'll set something up with Carmen later."
"Not a problem if you have anymore questions don't hesitate to ask me and that goes for you too, Arizona." She smiles as we get up to exit her office.
"How much time do you have before you need to leave?" I ask as we walk out of the office.
"About forty minutes."
"Good, come with me." I say, leading Arizona down the hallway. "You two, out!" I exclaim at two interns who are currently occupying the on-call room.
"But Dr. Torres, we just got in here." A naïve interns pleads.
"I don't care. Go sleep or have sex in another on-call room. I need to talk to my wife." With a loud huff they both reluctantly leave and I shut the door behind them.
"Well someone is bossy." Arizona smirks. "When are you getting your own office anyway?"
"Hopefully soon, my boss turned in his resignation so the Chief should be making a decision soon, but that's besides the point. What happened back there?" I ask softening my tone.
"I'm sorry I blurt out the baby thing, but I don't know how I feel about you not taking your meds anymore. You've done such a good job and you're healthy now. I don't want to rock the boat."
"I promise you I'm fine. I love that you're so concerned, but if it means anything to you I feel good."
"Yeah you felt fine a couple of years ago too, but then you had health problems so I'm not too sure about that logic." She readily quips.
"Fair enough. It's only temporary; if things change then I'll go back on the meds. It's simple."
"What if you go back on the meds and your pregnant, is that going to affect the baby?"
"I'm not even pregnant yet. I think you're worrying just a little too much. Can we just take a break for a second?"
"My concerns are valid, Calliope."
"I'm not saying they aren't, but you're a step ahead of me. This is why I said I'd talk to you at home about my appointment because with you here you get more riled up then necessary.
"Wow, is that seriously what you think?" She scoffs folding her arms across her chest.
"You're worrying about something that's not even real yet!" I soon realize I said the wrong thing because Arizona's face and entire demeanor diminishes. "Arizona, I—" I try to start, closing the gap between us, but she puts her hand up stopping me and takes a step back.
"Do you even want this, Calliope?" She softly and weakly begins, "Because you told me you did and I got excited. I thought we were excited. We came back from California weeks ago and right away you had a check-up with your doctor saying you were healthy, but ever since then you haven't mentioned the baby thing at all.
"Yes, Arizona. I do want another baby."
"Then what is it? Are you scared or something? I told you I'd be by your side for everything and I meant it. If you don't want to carry I will. Sure, I'll miss out on my dream of seeing you with a big, round belly, but I'll do it if it means we will add another member to our family."
"You don't have to do that. I do want to try and carry again. Honestly." I reply locking eyes with her, "I guess I just haven't put that much more thought into it again."
"If you don't even have the time to think about it then maybe you aren't ready. It might not be a good time right now, especially if you get promoted to head of your department soon. It's bound to happen any day now. That's just going to mean more work and we both know how you get so invested into your job sometimes. It's not a bad thing, but it is what it is. And I want you to get that promotion so bad, you've worked so hard and you deserve it, and I'm so incredibly proud of you. I don't want to take that away from you, but we can wait six months or a year or something." I hear all the words she's saying, but I can tell from her wavering voice that she's disappointed. I think I got her hopes up more then I realized and now that things aren't moving as quickly she's starting to give up a little.
"If there's one thing my mother taught it's that family always comes first. It's ironic coming from her all things considering, but nevertheless I agree. I've always put our family first and some hypothetical promotion won't change that."
"So what do you want to do?"
"I want to have another baby with you now, but can we just finish this conversation later?" I ask stepping closer to her. "I rather have this talk later tonight at home, not in some on call room."
"Fine." She says letting out a sigh and cracking a little smile.
"Good, because I can think of much better ways to spend our remaining time together."
"Oh, like what?"
"Well for starters I could kiss you." Capturing her lips in a fast kiss I move us towards a wall to pin her against and rub my hands up and down the sides of her body.
"Oh no no no, Calliope Torres." She refutes, removing her lips from mine. "You're not going seduce me with your lustfulness after a very deep conversation."
"Why not? We decided to talk later and now we have some very rare alone time together. We should make the most of it." I respond while unbuttoning her shirt. "It's been a while since we've had an afternoon quickie."
"That is true, but that's not going to change today." She says swatting my hands away and buttoning her top all over again. "How about we grab a quick lunch?"
"I can think of something I'd love to eat right now." I reply sexily.
"Calliope, I'm being serious!" Arizona laughs.
"I am too!"
"Babe, I promise later we can mess around, but I'm hungry."
"Fine, fine." I concede, "Meredith is in the cafeteria now, we can meet her up there."
"Can we grab Noah from daycare too? I never get to eat lunch with him."
"Of course." I say opening the door, "Let's go pick up our little guy."
"He's going to be so surprised." Arizona says stepping out of the room. "Do you eat lunch with him all the time? Cause I would if I worked here." She adds exuberantly.
"I try to at least once or twice a week depending on my schedule. You know he asked for a plain cheese sandwich this morning?"
"Our son is a very picky eater, Calliope. He knows exactly what he wants. Kind of reminds me of you." She comments cheekily.
"Yeah, yeah." I wave off with laughter. After a rather speedy lunch with our son, Arizona went back to work and I was in the OR for the remainder of my shift due to a massive car accident. Looking through the big glass windows of the hospital daycare, I see Noah seated on the ground playing with toy trucks and cars. I walk into the room, greeting one of the daycare workers and signing him out before moving over to where Noah is sitting.
"Noah, you ready to go?" I ask crouching down to his level.
"Mama!" He yelps with joy. Toys completely forgotten, he jumps into my arms with his momentum briefly catching me off balance. "Is mommy here too?"
"No, she left after lunch but we will see her at home with Sofia later."
"Okay." He says returning to his original position. "You wanna play trucks and cars?"
"How about we play for five minutes before we go get your haircut, okay?"
"Yayyy!" He offers me a toy and we draw invisible lines in the ground together.
"Hey Noah, how come you're playing all by yourself? Where are your friends, buddy?"
"I dunno" He shrugs. "I like to play with only me cuz I get to make the rules."
"Is that right?"
"Yeah, and I always win!" He answers with a wide smile. We play together some more before finally packing up and heading out. Luckily for us the wait at hair place wasn't too long and were with home within an hour of leaving the hospital.
"Alright Noah, what's the plan for when you get inside?" I ask unbuckling him from his car seat.
"Find mommy and surprise her with my new hair."
"Exactly! As soon as I put you down I want you to run inside the house and find mommy."
"But you and mommy say no running." He replies scrunching his face in confusion.
"I know, but you can this time. I make the rules."
"Cool." He grins.
"Yeah, it is pretty cool." I chuckle to myself. As soon as his two little feet touch the ground he's off the running inside the house as I grab his backpack and my purse from the car before locking it. I'm barely three feet in the house when I hear my name being called.
"Calliope, please come here and explain what happened to my son's hair!" I wince my face at the tone of her voice. She's not angry, but clearly she's surprised.
"Coming!" I call back cheerfully. Walking into the kitchen I see Sofia coloring at the countertop and Noah sipping on a juice box in his booster seat. "Hey babe, how was work?" I ask giving Sofia a kiss on the cheek as well as Arizona.
"Explain please." She says pointing directly at our son.
"What? He just got a haircut." I comment nonchalantly.
"Callie, you and I both know that's not his typical haircut." I look to Noah for a little help, but he just giggles.
"Okay, so long story short Noah dropped his toy on the ground right when the scissors were cutting off a some hair. So that kinda messed up the look so we decided to cut everything off and go with a buzz cut. I think Noah looks very handsome." I say running my hand over his short hair.
"Well of course he does, he's our son. I just wasn't expecting his long brown hair to be gone."
"It'll grow back, mommy." Noah says in his cute voice. "I like it! Do you like it Sof?" Sof stops what she's doing and stares are Noah. Arizona and I hold give each other a questioning look because sometimes we never know what's going to come out of our daughter's mouth.
"Yeah, I like it. It's cool." Noah has a huge grin on his face, completely satisfied with his sister's response. "Can we go to the park now? You said we had to wait until Noah and mama got back."
"Sure, go get your shoes on and we'll leave in a bit." Sof hops down from her seat and heads upstairs.
"What about me? I've already got my shoes on." Noah boasts proudly.
"How about you go grab the soccer ball so we can kick it around at the park."
"Okay!" He says jumping down from his seat. Once he leaves the kitchen I take a seat at the countertop and Arizona hands me a bottle of water.
"So you're not really mad about the hair thing, are you?"
"No, I was just surprised that's all. And like he said, it'll grow back."
"Okay good. So I was thinking maybe we can fix the kids something for dinner and get them bathed and into bed and then we can order Chinese food for ourselves?"
"Yeah that sounds good."
"Ready!" Sofia and Noah yell in unison.
After an eventful time at the park, we came back to the house and relaxed together before whipping up some dinner for them. After baths and bedtime they easily went to bed without much urge to stay up longer.
"What do you want to drink?" My wife asks as she gets some drinks for us as I unpack the Chinese food.
"Just water please." Seconds later she joins me in the dining room with our drinks and we being to eat in comfortable silence. It's weird not eating with the kids, but it's a nice change.
"So how was your day?"
"Good. The students start to get antsy around this time because summer is almost here."
"Yeah, I bet."
"I actually got some really interesting news today?"
"Yeah, what was it?"
"Well every year the students vote on a teacher to speak at graduation and I was chosen!"
"That's great, Arizona! Congratulations." I lean over to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"I know it was pretty surprising. I mean I get along with the kids, but it was still shocking. All the teachers think it's a popularity contest and I guess to an extent it kinda is, but I never really paid much attention to it. There are so many great teachers."
"Yeah, but they picked you! That's a big deal."
"I guess. Now I have to prepare a speech."
"I'm sure you'll do great. Let me know when it is and I can try and take off to come hear you. I can bring the kids too."
"I don't want to make them sit through a long graduation, but you can come if you want."
"Of course I want to be there. I'm so happy for you, babe. Did you tell Teddy?"
"Yeah, she was happy too."
"That's great."
"Speaking of Teddy, she and Henry are trying for a kid."
"Really? That's good for them."
"Yeah, I know she'll be a great mom."
"Is that what you wanted to talk about tonight. More kids?"
"Well not really. I mean we still need to talk about us and our situation, but I actually wanted to talk to you about something else." She finishes with a soft tone. Seconds of quiet past and it's making me nervous. I watch as she fumbles with her fingers looking for the right thing to say.
"Arizona? Are you okay?" I ask reaching my hand over to hers to stop her movements.
"I'm fine, I just…I don't know why I'm so nervous."
"You can say it. I'm right here, good or bad." I respond reassuringly.
"I know. Of course I know that and it's not bad….at least I don't think."
"Baby, please just say it."
"So you know how I've been shopping lately on Saturday afternoons?"
"Uh yeah." I'm thinking she's about to explain all the extra shopping she's been doing for the last few months and possibly the baby clothes in the closet.
"Right, well once a week on Saturday's before I hit the mall I've been going to a psychologist. For therapy." Looking into her eyes I see a sign of relief that she's gotten that off her chest, but now I'm concerned about why she's going and why she didn't tell me. "I've only been going for about a month, but it helps."
"Helps with what? What's going on, Arizona?" I ask scooting my chair closer to hers.
"I don't know, I've just felt like I needed to talk to someone. Teddy mentioned it quickly one time and I found someone I like."
"You know you can talk to me, right. I'm always all ears with you."
"I know, I know and I love talking to you, but I just felt like I needed to talk to someone else, a professional. She's really nice. Her name is Susan and we just talk for an hour."
"Are you feeling depressed or something?" I'm not trying to pry too much, but I would like some answers as to why my wife felt like she needed to go to a professional to talk about her feelings.
"No, it's nothing like that, but I just haven't felt like myself all the way." It's then that I feel a pang of guilt because I haven't noticed anything different with her. She's been her fine, usual self, at least I thought so. "After our session I go shopping."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I just wanted to figure things out for myself first. To see if I would like the doctor and if it was something I would really enjoy. Honestly I was a little embarrassed too. Therapy has a stigma to it. I mean from the surface it would seem that I'm okay. I'm young, happily married with two great kids, a rewarding job and I'm financially stable. It would seem like I have the perfect life."
"Everyone has shit to deal with, babe. Regardless of circumstances."
"I know."
"So how long are you going to keep seeing doctor…"
"Doctor Susan Thomas."
"Doctor Thomas."
"I'm not sure, but the reason why I bring this up tonight is because I want you to come to my session tomorrow."
"Me? Wh-what? Why?" I've always been a little apprehensive of psychologists. I respect their jobs and they really do help people, but I always felt uncomfortable with the idea of sitting on a couch and telling a stranger my thoughts and feelings.
"Well you come up a lot. I talk about you and the kids all the time. She said it would be good for you to come in for a session. Teddy already said she could watch the kids in the afternoon."
"Arizona…"
"Please Callie. You don't have to come again, but I'd really like it if you come with me just once."
"If you want me to come, I'll come." My uneasiness is something I can get over for my wife. If she wants me there I'll be right by her side with her hand in mine. "Of course I'll be there, Arizona. I love you." I lean forward to give her a kiss and soon her the light patter of child's feet.
"Mommy? Mama? I woke up and I can't get back to sleep." Sofia sleepily whispers while rubbing her tired brown eyes.
"Hmmm, maybe another book will do the trick. Let's go pick out a book, baby girl." I say picking her up. "Be right back." I say to Arizona and she gives me a nod.
"I'll clean up here and pick out a movie to watch in the basement."
"Sounds good."
"Night, night mommy." Sofia waves to Arizona.
"Sweet dreams baby girl. Love you."
"Love you too." Our daughter replies before resting her head on my shoulder. As I carry her through the kitchen and up the stairs I quickly reflect on my day. While the kids and job are part of my usual routine, the baby discussion and finding out about my wife's therapy definitely through me for a loop. It seems like the next few months are going to be more eventful than I originally thought.
AN: I know it may seem like a lot happened in this chapter, but I have a plan (for at least most of it).
Thanks for reading and thanks to musicforsoul for letting me bounce ideas and thoughts off you.