"Calliope,Callie quickly, I think I've found Mr. Right" a shudder fell down Arizona's shoulders, a man, Mr right, that has never been her thing, until now…
The decision for the next Robbins-Torres baby to be Arizona's biological child was a no brainer for both parents, yet there were a few conditions. Arizona was not to carry the baby, agreed, both parents were unwilling to risk or damage there now two year strong relationship with potentially avoidable risks, similarly, the time spent away from work would be equal. Arizona would take the first four months away from work, with Callie taking the next, giving their child as much time with both parents in their first 8months of life. After this time period,the hospital day care would be suitable, their baby would go to work with them, much like Sofia did prior to preschool and now infant school.
"Coming Zo, just finished checking on our poorly little girl". Wandering into the living room there was Arizona, sprawled on the floor, laying on her front, beaming with delight at one particular doner profile.
Laying next to her, Callie planted a small kiss on her wife's cheek, "hmm, I love that" Callie muttered. A smirk spread across Arizona's face, obviously Callie had not muttered quiet enough.
"How is my little C?" Arizona loved calling Sofia that, her little Callie, as perfect, as loving and equally as grumpy in the morning.
"Temp is okay, it's finally broken so depending on how she sleeps, I reckon she'll be fine for school tomorrow, any way, you are the paediatric surgeon why aren't you up there checking on her" Callie joked and quickly reacted to the small flick to the side of her head.
"You deserve worse treatment than a flick to the head, but now I'm too happy to be annoyed, I've got it, he's perfect". Handing the file to Callie she skim read all non essentials and focused directly on five key elements.
Age:29
Height and build: 6ft tall, 15 stone, athletic build.
Ethnicity: White,Spanish heritage. Callies eyes widened as she continued to read " white British father, second generation Cuban mother, yet he was born and raised in Seattle"
"Pretty good right?" Arizona replied…
Educational achievements: above average grades, University of Cambridge,UK to study History, moved back to the U.S. to study law at Harvard and is now a trainee criminal barrister.
Callie read on finding the most important section, medical history
"Broken left leg aged nine, two admissions to A&E for 'alcohol related injury' during his time in England. Family history of C.V.D on his mothers side and a few cancers on his fathers side."
"Hmm you're not sold babe, I thought he was perfect" said a more concerning Arizona.
"It's fine, he sounds amazing, nothing much to worry about, but I, it's nothing" " I'm going to check on Sof".
Aware of her wife's change of attitude Arizona left Callie, hoping for her to return, a few minutes passed and nothing. "Calliope, you okay?" No reply, fitting her prosthetic, she head upstairs. Walking through the long corridor of her home, she couldn't help but imagine children, the Robbins-Torres' children, chasing the Shepard's, following their cousins the Hunts, all being bossed around by the sensible children of Miranda Bailey. Reaching little C's room it became evident where her wife was. Rushing forward Arizona headed toward Callie who was sobbing cradling the now 7 year old, Sofia Sloan Robbins-Torres. "What's wrong baby, is she okay…" The lack of reply and medical instinct left Arizona checking her daughters pulse, average, she now needed Callie to talk to her. Unwrapping Callies hands from around their daughter and pulling her up to the end of the bed the crying continued, resting herself on the small space available next to her wife she rested her head on her shoulder. "Calliope, babe, please, what's wrong" Arizona said pleading for Callie to let her in. Taking a deep breath Callie composed herself, evidently worried about her wife's reaction she grabbed Arizona's hands. "If I tell you this and you're mad that I've been keeping secrets, I'm sorry, it just, I couldn't, I just" sobbing once again, Arizona stood up, still holding Callies hand and pulled her up from their daughters bed. Facing each other Arizona stared into her wife's eyes " babe, this is obviously worrying you, let's go, put our comfies on and lay in bed, calm down and then you can tell me, whatever it is, I love you". Kissing Callie never got boring, every day, every time they kissed it was different. Putting her hands on Callies hips and pulling her in Arizona began to kiss her wife, her beautiful, honest, loving wife.
"So, don't think you've escaped telling me because you've been fine for 15minutes, what's wrong?" Arizona directed at her significant other while tracing circles on her hand with her thumb. "Spill it".
" I don't want you to be mad, we've always said no secrets, but I couldn't, I just couldn't tell you this, as she grabbed Arizona's hand she looked away. " it's about Mark"
