AN: Hello! For those of you who don't know, this is the sequel to The Time of our Lives. You don't necessarily HAVE to read TTOYL before reading this. Some things aren't going to make total sense and you may be a little lost here or there, but you should be able to catch on (maybe?). However, I definitely suggest reading it first because the two are very connected. I don't own anything that Shonda and Grey's do, but I do hold all the special copyrights to Ellie, Kylie, Ria, and the other original characters and plot line. Enjoy :)

"Gram! Abuela!"

The door separating their rented part of the resort from everyone else's slammed open and a seven-year-old Kylie flew through, bee lining for Barbara and Lucia when she spotted them sitting around an umbrella covered table, sipping cocktails and snacking on fruit and crackers.

Chestnut waves tangled as she crumpled into Lucia's lap, her Abuela not failing to notice the brief jealously that flashed across Barbara's face, until Kylie shot up and off her lap to hug her grandmother. "Hi!" she squealed, immediately moving to greet both of her grandfathers, Uncle Tim, Aunt Emily, Aunt Aria, cousins Jules, Luca, and Maya, and Aunt Aria's girlfriend Brooke.

"Kylie Erin Robbins-Kennedy!"

Pulling away from hugging Brooke, Kylie grinned sheepishly at Arizona. "Cal said it was okay to run ahead since I was so excited to see everyone."

"No Cal did not."

Kylie turned her eyes on her basically mother, who had just walked through the gate, and glared. "You were supposed to play along!"

A fourth voice spoke up. "Yeah right, little sis. Like Cal would ever not be on Mumma's side. The only time she ever sided against her was when her and Mommy would gang up together."

"How do you remember that?" Arizona asked, chuckling and taking the dozing child in her eldest's arms into her own.

"I was four. Not stupid," the eleven-year-old deadpanned, using her now free arms to greet her family. "Hi, everyone."

"Jeez did you guys plan to drag a storm full of chaos into our paradise before or after you landed in Hawaii?" Tim teased, getting up to hug his sister and Callie and laughing when his mother followed, swiping the three-year-old out of Arizona's arms and settling back into her seat, neglecting to hug either of the two women.

"Gee, Mom, I see where your priorities lie."

"No one can resist that face," Callie whispered, sinking a kiss into Arizona's cheek and pulling her closer to the table. She reached for the sunscreen and kissed her baby sister and Brooke's foreheads in the process. "Kylie! Elliot! Sunscreen."

The two were already in the throes of an intense game of Shark and Minnows with their cousins, but immediately hopped out of the pool at Callie's call.

The brunette squeezed a good handful of Coppertone into Arizona's outstretched palm and the two went to work quickly lathering liquid protection into the two children's backs, shoulders, arms, and legs.

"Close your eyes," Arizona instructed gently, smoothing sunscreen on both their faces as Callie got up to wipe the excess on her hands into their daughter's skin.

"She's in the shade," she heard her mother tut.

"Better safe than sorry," Arizona called back, poking Ellie and Kylie in the stomachs and warning them to wait fifteen minutes before dunking back into the pool. "You can do it, though, if you are going to reprimand my wife like she hasn't done this for six summers already." There was a teasing tone to Arizona's voice, but most of the people at the table also felt the tension laced inside. While Barbara and Arizona's relationship had greatly improved over the years, there were still moments when conflict and emotions ran high, ready to spill right over into a heated argument and tears.

Squeezing a small pile into her palm, Callie handed over the bottle, smiling at her now mother-in-law, and moved behind Arizona. After lifting the blonde's top over her head, she gently massaged sunscreen into her back and shoulders, sneaking a kiss in when she was halfway through. "How long do we let them play before we force the guppies out of the water and make them trek down to the beach carrying all our supplies?"

Hours, sun kissed skin, and a few naps later, Callie, Arizona, Barbara, Lucia, Carlos, and Daniel were spread across the rental's kitchen.

"Where are your siblings?" Lucia asked, conspicuously picking out the stems that had somehow made their way into the salad Arizona was making. Sharing a smirk with her oldest daughter, she tried not to chuckle at the blonde's incompetency in the kitchen.

"Tim and Em took Luca and Maya out tonight. Jul went with them so Aria and Brooke are probably upstairs scr-"

"Scraping up plans for tomorrow or something," Arizona saved, sending her wife a glare and pretending to ignore the snort Lucia let fall from her lips.

"Right," she agreed, kissing her husband's glare off his face.

"At least she can't get pregnant," Barbara tried to joke, but died down her laughter at the aggressive way Arizona slammed the avocado onto the counter.

Everyone in the room froze and Arizona gripped the counter, taking a few deep breaths before turning to face her mother.

"I know you are trying and I know you didn't mean anything by that statement, but I'm feeling a little high strung, being back in this specific rental condo together, and so help me god if you send that sweet, gorgeous woman or your wonderful niece running for the hills this trip around, I will make sure we never experience a family vacation, ever again."

Callie stood shock still for all of three seconds before jogging after the blonde, who had stormed outside.

"Have a minute?"

Barbara looked up from where she was cutting cheesecake. She had heard the sliding glass door open, but she hadn't expected her daughter to be the one who had followed her inside. She nodded.

"I'm sorry about earlier. That was way out of line and very emotionally charged. Being here is just a little harder than anticipated and a lot of harsh memories are replaying in my head."

Putting down the knife, Barbara sighed. "I'm sorry, too. I should learn to be a bit more sensitive, and uh, culturally appropriate, I suppose. I can see where renting the same exact condo as years ago may not have been the best choice."

Arizona waved her off and helped dish out pieces of dessert. After a few moments of silence, she spoke up. "Do you know that I first told Calliope about Katelyn in Hawaii? That night we went out and Aria got plastered?"

Her mother hummed, appreciating that her daughter was sharing with her.

"Calliope was trying to tell me she loved me, like, loved me loved me, and I started blabbing about a pretty woman I met back home. Safe to say I was a real idiot, but it got me a few years with Katelyn so I forgive myself."

Barbara had stopped scooping out berry toppings to stare at her daughter. "Arizona, sweetheart, it's safe to say you have been an idiot since the day that fierce little brunette made her way into your life, screaming her wild head off to be fed every few hours and giving Lucia a bigger headache than you and Tim combined gave me. As much as I didn't want to believe it, I knew you and Callie would end up together from the time I saw your swinging hands on the play set all the way up to the giggling awkward mess of limbs and teenager you both were and through your college years. I only stopped believing you were meant to be when I stopped believing in you and for that, I'll never stop apologizing. "

Arizona remained silent, terrified of what could possibly come out of her mouth right now.

"Honey, I can't stand here and pretend I understand or am fully committed to the idea of you spending your life with and sharing your bed with another woman." Sighing, Barbara pulled her daughter into a side hug at the first sign of a scoff and tears. "But I can't stand here and say Callie and you don't make sense together. Or Katelyn and you didn't fit. I've been trying for years now and I refuse to stop until I do understand. You can lash out at me all you want and I will apologize until I can't any longer and I think that's okay. That's part of us now."

"You know I've already forgiven you, right? Things just can't go back to how they were before, but that doesn't mean I love you any less."

"I know, honey, I know. Now blink those tears away and help me with this cool whip. Those children of yours are monsters if they don't get the perfect topping to cheesecake ratio and as much as I love you all, those three are Callie and your headaches."

Finishing with the dessert, Arizona noticed a million and one thoughts running through her head. Callie and her had gotten married two and a half years after pouring their hearts out to each other over Christmas all those years ago. Ellie was now in fifth grade and at the top of her class academically, in dance class, and on the soccer field. She still yearned for Katelyn from time to time, but the ache was dulling and she was beginning to put stock into the happier memories. Kylie, now a second grader, was every bit a mixture of Katelyn, Arizona, and Calliope as any child could be. She was empathetic and genuine, bubbly and raw, and mouthy and heartfelt. The chestnut colored elementary schooler switched between calling Callie Cal, like Ellie did, and Mom and hung on the brunette's every word. She had recently taken up art classes and was actually rather good, able to calm herself for a few hours here and there to really focus on a project. Ria, their three-year-old, was a perfect mixture of both her big sisters with an intense and striking unique side to her that made both her mothers' breath catch in their throat on a daily basis. Cuddly and loving and inquisitive, the preschooler seemed to pick up on things way before she should and used that skill to her advantage, frequently conning her family, but mostly her Uncle Mark into getting her whatever her little heart desired.

Callie and Arizona had moved out of and sold the house Arizona and Katelyn had purchased together, moving into a bigger, less haunted home a few neighborhoods away. Callie made it her mission to go big on Katelyn's birthday each year, buying each child their favorite type of birthday treat and planning days full of activities to celebrate their mom. She encouraged Arizona to tell the girls stories of Katelyn and any insecurity the blonde had about the situation dissipated rather quickly with the way Callie handled it all. Every third Saturday of each month was Kennedy family game day complete with dinner and many, many 'I love yous' and hugs for everyone, including Callie and Ria. Arizona, finally able to enjoy those moments without feeling like she owed the Kennedy's something, took pride in the idea that her prior in-laws were able to heal enough to allow Callie and Ria into their lives as openly as they did.

Sighing, Arizona came back to the present and slipped the remaining dessert plates onto the tray her mother was currently piling high. A lot hand changed, but even more had stayed the same and for that, she was grateful.

"Ria's potty trained?" Aria snapped, glaring at her sister and Arizona. "What the hell?"

"She's three," Arizona reminded, grinning at Aria and Brooke's interlocked hands. The last thing anyone expected was for Aria to bring home a woman last summer, but Arizona had fallen instantly in love with Brooke, Callie sharing her sentiments. Brooke, all legs and hair, was stunning and Aria dotted on the woman like her life depended on it. Bright green eyes met her own and Arizona winked. "When exactly are you two going to have one to train, anyways?"

Aria responded by flicking her off. "Seriously, though. I was convinced it was a Torres trait, but low and behold, Victoria is out of pull-ups."

"It's not a Torres trait," Lucia corrected, wiping hair out of her daughter's frustrated face. "It's an Aria trait which you passed onto Jules. You can't be mad at your sisters for being better at getting their children out of diapers just because your daughter made those preschool years hell on earth."

Rolling her eyes, the younger Torres sister glared across the pool at her daughter, who was currently stuffing her face with a second helping of cheesecake, most likely giving Ellie the low down on how to French kiss and play spin the bottle. "Yeah, well, she'll just make it up to me when I'm old and decrepit. Oh and you two may want to have the talk with your oldest rather soon judging from the blush covering her entire face and neck and my daughter's smirk."

"Oh my god," Brooke laughed, shying away from Aria, who reached to pinch her inner elbow. "You're horrible. Why do I date you?"

"Because your parents love me."

Shrugging her off, Brooke smiled. "They are very excited to see you."

"Your parents are joining us?" Barbara asked.

"Mhm. And I apologize in advance for the ridiculous hat my dad will wear on the beach. He likes to keep his bald head from becoming 'blacker than the rest of him' and my mom and I have given up trying to explain how asinine he sounds and looks."

Arizona snorted. "I love you. Please stay around forever."

Later that night, Callie and Arizona had retired to their claimed bedroom, for the next two weeks, after reminding a sugar-high Ellie to go to bed sooner rather than later and tucking in a sleepy Kylie and Ria.

Quickly changing into a sleep shirt and shorts, Arizona met Callie in the bathroom. The two brushed their teeth and washed their faces side by side, Callie trying hard not to laugh and spew toothpaste and soap all over the mirror at the ridiculous faces Arizona was making. After wiping away any last face wash residue and water, Arizona snagged both of their glasses, sliding Callie's onto her face for her and walking out of the bathroom, hand blindly reaching behind her to pull them both into bed.

"I really like Brooke," she commented, slipping under the covers and turning to face her wife.

"You really like Brooke because it gave you another opportunity to make your mother confront her personal biases. Against people who aren't straight and narrow and about interracial couples."

Wiggling her eyebrows, Arizona grinned. "Worked, didn't it? My mom can be an ass, but she likes Brooke now, too. I'm very interested to see how she reacts when her parents get here and she has to witness a black man hold hands with a white woman. Oh, the horror!"

Callie started laughing and pushed Arizona and her dramatics away. "I am very not interested in how she reacts. I'd like a peaceful Hawaii trip this time around so don't go making trouble. Let your mother experience diversity on her own, brat."

"Fine. As long as she's nice and respectful."

"I expect nothing less out of you."

"Mm…"

"Hm?"

Arizona propped herself up on an elbow. "Do you think Ria was potty trained quickly because of our wonderful parenting skills or because our sperm donor was a genius at using a toilet like a big kid? Because I like to believe I'm Mumma of the Year, but Kayt and I had no idea what we were doing with Ellie and she caught on quicker than all of them."

"I'm not even giving that question the time of day. Goodnight."

"Calliope!" Arizona squealed, moving to straddle the other woman and kiss the laughter out of her. "Thank you."

"For?"

"For agreeing to use the same sperm donor that Katelyn and I did with the girls. I know I don't need to thank you and I also know I've thanked you enough for that, but it's always a very nice reminder that they're all connected somehow."

Victoria Katelyn Robbins-Torres had been a decision Arizona and Callie had not made lightly. After Arizona's miscarriage when Katelyn died, she wasn't sure she even wanted to have more children, but the thought of a little Calliope running around made her heart beat faster, in all the good ways. The now three-year-old was just as much her world as Ellie and Kylie were and Arizona was practically jumping down Callie's throat every change she had about putting their names on the foster care list, desperate to add to their bunch and offer a home and love for children who needed it.

Reaching a hand up to slip blonde waves behind Arizona's ear, Callie smiled softly. "They're all connected by you, goof. Not some stranger's sperm."

"Yes, yes, I know. But you know what I mean."

"I do," she nodded, pulling Arizona down against her chest and hugging her tightly. "I love you."

"Love you, more."

"Shut up."