This is my first story so please bear with me while I get to grips with it! I hope you enjoy it :D


It had been 2 hours since Callie and Arizona had arrived home with their daughter for the very first time. The daughter that they had come so close to losing. It was fair to say that neither of them were going to sleep very well tonight.

Unsurprisingly it was Callie who refused to tear her eyes away from Sofia longer than for a bathroom break. Not wanting to wake her, she let her sleep in her crib that they had next to their bed.

"Calliope you need to get some sleep!" Arizona whispered, walking in quietly not wanting to wake her.

"Arizona we just got her home. She nearly died. There is no way I'm going to sleep and abandoning her."

"You're hardly abandoning her Calliope, you'll be two feet away. Don't forget that you almost died too, you need to rest," Arizona replied, half laughing at the extent of Callie's concern. "Me and Mark can watch her while you sleep."

"You two had ages with her already though. Seriously I am not leaving her side."

Realising there was no way she was going to win this; Arizona gave up, instead joining Callie in watching their daughter. "She is pretty addictive isn't she?"

"And then some. It doesn't feel real to have her home, I was so scared that it was never going to happen," Callie said, sighing in relief.

"I knew my girls were fighters all along. There was no way this one was gonna give up. And neither was her Mama."

Callie smiled at the affection from Arizona, "Her Mommy's pretty great too. She's so lucky." Feeling an arm wrap around her waist, she leant her head on Arizona's shoulder, both so perfectly content watching their daughter.

"There's no way she's moving away to college is there?" Arizona joked.

"Not a chance," Callie laughed.

Almost two peaceful hours of just watching Sofia, she began to stir.

"The first night feed of many. You're gonna be our own little real life pager huh?" Arizona joked whilst leaning in and picking Sofia up.

"Her cry is nicer than a pager going off, although I bet I won't be saying that 6 months down the line! I bet she's a hungy girl. You hungry?" Callie asked while stroking her head.

"I bet she is. Let's go get you some food baby girl. Let's leave Mama to rest. We'll go wake Daddy up shall we?"

Mark had decided to camp out on their couch tonight just in case. As much as he loved to play the tough guy, he secretly didn't want to be too far away from her either.

Alarmed at seeing Arizona walk through into the kitchen at this hour, he bolted up from the couch in a state of semi panic.

"What's up? Is she ok?" He asked, racing to Arizona and examining Sofia.

"She's fine Mark, she's just a little hungry aren't you?" Arizona said, gently rocking her in her arms. "We decided to let Mama rest."

"Sorry, this whole baby thing is brand new to me. Especially one so precious as her," Mark said taking Sofia from Arizona so she could prepare the bottle.

"You'll get used to it. I'm certainly no expert but I guess being a Ped's surgeon is more useful than plastics!"

"I'm so glad she's home. Thank you Robbins, thank you for saving my little girl. No, our little girl. And I'm sorry, sorry for everything that I said. You're a huge part of this family, after all you do make up a quarter of the Robbins-Sloan-Torres's."

"You were scared Mark I get it. It doesn't matter now that we're all home. It's about time we moved on and lived our new lives with this little one," Arizona smiled, passing the prepared bottle to Mark.

6 months ago Arizona would have put money on her still hating Mark. But now, after everything had happened, she was glad he was a part of her family. He had been so strong when she was unable to be, had supported her through the hard times and they had grown close. She also knew that he would be a great father to Sofia, but god help the first boy she brought home.

She couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. Here she was, home with her beautiful baby girl and fiancé who had both fought so hard to make it here. She would never grow tired of that thought.