Title: Resolutions 5K (Secret Santa Fic for I_fly_solo )
Author: captstarbuck
Beta: Stacy D'Lacey – sorry I made you cryA/N: Special thanks to pens_co67. Thanks for letting me bounce ideas off you, and sorry I made you cry, too.
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: T
Secret Santa Prompt:The only thing I don't want is angst. Otherwise I would love something hot and steamy, or something where Callie and Arizona make New Year's resolutions and Sofia, who's maybe four or so, learns what they are for the first time and gets in on the tradition with her mothers
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Part 1
Wednesday, December 30th, 2015"Sofia, time to get out of the tub," Callie said as she walked into the bathroom.
"But I'm not done, Mommy," the four year old replied.
"You're supposed to be getting clean, not playing," Callie answered, looking first at the not-so-small puddle of water on the floor and then her daughter. One small hand held a plastic dolphin and the other hand held a small soldier. "Did you remember to wash?" she asked as she reached for the large blue towel hanging on the rack.
"Mmmhmmm," Sofia nodded, dropping her toys into the water with a splash.
Callie picked the girl up and wrapped the towel around her. She began to dry Sofia off, tickling her as she did. Dark brown eyes and hair mirrored her own, but more and more Sofia's nose and smile resembled her late father's.
"Go get your pajamas on while I clean up after your tsunami."
"What's a sunammy?"
"A really big wave," Callie explained. "And it looks like one of them has hit this bathroom." She smiled as she began to mop up the water.
Towel still wrapped around her small body, Sofia stopped in the doorway. "Do I get a story tonight?"
"We'll see. It all depends on how quickly you can get ready for bed."
Once the wet towels were loaded into the washing machine, Callie joined her wife in the living room. Arizona was seated on the couch, a glass of white wine on the table beside her and a pad of paper in her lap. Callie could see Arizona had started a list of some sort, several items crossed off. Her wife was an inveterate list maker and as annoying as the habit was, Callie found it endearing. God knew Arizona's lists had kept the household running smoothly.
"How bad?" Arizona asked with a knowing smile.
"High tide hit about ten minutes before I got in there," she said, kissing Arizona's cheek as she sat down beside her.
Moments later Sofia came hopping into the room. Arizona kept the disapproval off her face when she saw what her daughter was wearing.
"Sofia, you've worn those pajamas every night since Christmas. Don't you want to wear the ones your Abuelo gave you?"
"No. Crissina gave me these. They're my favorites."
Neither Callie nor Arizona corrected Sofia's pronunciation of her godmother's name. Years ago when Sofia had had trouble with her "T's", she had called the cardio attending "Crissina". The name had stuck as it had become a special name between the two.
Sofia's pajamas were light blue with red trim on the cuffs and blue trim at the bottom of the pants. In the center of the top was an image of an anatomically correct heart. The rest of the pajamas were covered in red and blue lines depicting all the major arteries and veins.
Sofia stood in front of her mothers. "This is the heart," she said pointing at the heart. She traced over the lines. "This is the pullmandairy arterary. This is the aorca." She ran her fingers over the high collar. "This is the juggler and this is the carrotkid." She looked up. "Why isn't the carrotkid orange? Shouldn't it be orange like carrots?"
"It's the carotid," Callie said. "It's an artery and it's red."
"Crissina said she'd teach me the rest of them."
"Well, she won't be teaching them to you tonight," Callie said, kissing her daughter's cheek. "Fifteen minutes, then bedtime."
"Okay, Mommy." Sofia went over to her toy box, pondered which toy to retrieve then decided to take out one of her new Christmas presents.
"Seriously, Calliope, who gives a four year old pajamas like these? Where does Cristina even find them?" Arizona tempered the exasperation she felt. She still found the bond between her daughter and Cristina Yang baffling. Cristina was surprisingly good with Sofia, and Sofia thought the sun rose and set on her godmother.
"I think she has them custom made."
"Yang's desire of getting a surgeon out of one of her goddaughters is getting a bit over the top."
"Sofia loves them," Callie said. "And she loves Cristina."
Arizona sighed as she watched her daughter play with the 'Anatomy Jane' doll that had accompanied the pajamas as part of this year's presents. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Last year it was the skeletal system pajamas. I'm already getting worried about next year's pajamas." Arizona shook her head. "It's not that I don't appreciate Cristina taking an interest and I love that Sofia can learn from these gifts, but isn't she a bit young?"
"I don't know, Arizona. She seems to enjoy the gifts. And she's got other interests, too.
Sofia's not all about the medicine." Callie peeked over Arizona's shoulder. "What's this?"
"I'm trying to come up with a list for my New Year's resolutions."
"You're making a whole list? You do realize that most people only pick one or two." She read over the list. "Oh, that one is moving to the top of the list," the Latina said adamantly. "You are definitely going to quit smoking."
"And what's yours going to be, Calliope?"
"Oh, I think my New Year's resolution is to have sex with you in an on-call room once a week," she whispered in a low, husky voice.
"What? That's not a resolution."
"Works for me," Callie said with a smile and a small shrug of her shoulders.
Sofia put the doll aside and came over to her mothers. She climbed up, looping one arm around her mama as she sat on the arm of the sofa.
"What are you doing, Mama?" she asked, looking at the pad of paper.
"I'm making a list of resolutions so I can choose a few tomorrow."
"What's a rezlushun?"
"Resolution," Arizona gently corrected. "It's a promise that you make and keep through the whole new year."
Sofia's face scrunched up in thought, almost an exact copy of her mama when she was concentrating. "Can mine be I eat chocklit every day?"
"Resolutions are something you do that you don't really want to do or are hard to do, but will make you a better person and those around you better." Arizona looked pointedly at her wife. It wasn't that Callie's idea was awful… it just wasn't a real resolution.
"But eating chocklit every day would make me better."
"Always remembering to share would be a good one for you, Sofia." Arizona pulled Sofia into her lap. "Eating your vegetables would be an even better one," she offered, playfully tapping her daughter's nose. "That would make you better and stronger, and it would make Mommy and me very happy."
Sofia sighed heavily, sounding so much like her Mommy that Arizona had to laugh.
"I s'pose I could do that," she offered reluctantly with a sad face.
"Sofia, you don't have to make a resolution," Arizona said.
"If you are, Mama, I can." She looked up at her Arizona. "What's yours?"
"I have several, but my big resolution is to run a race before the end of next year."
Callie's head popped up in surprise. "What? Seriously?"
"Yes. I want to run – and finish – a 5K."
Callie gave her wife a 'we'll discuss this later' look.
"Mommy, what's your res… rezlution?" Sofia interrupted.
"Yes, Calliope, what's yours going to be?" Arizona asked with a smirk.
"Mine is to make sure my girls keep their resolutions," she replied with her own smirk.