Disclaimer: The show Grey's Anatomy is not mine, and neither are the characters, I am not receiving any profit from this work. Everyone in this story belongs to Shondaland. I'm just going to play with the characters for a bit. I'll return them in tact... mostly. T for language and content. Rating may change, eventually.
A/N: Just want to say a thank-you so much for your reviews, follows and favorites...you guys made my day. Thank you also for your supportive, constructive comments. I'm here to learn and hopefully entertain, so I will take your advice on board. I do definitely intend to write longer chapters in the future it just felt right to keep these short, in order to keep the story progressing, and my mind unscrambled. With regard to grammar, I'll do my best. I am dyslexic..so my writing style may be unintentionally unique. I may eventually need a beta. Also... does anyone have any idea how old Sophia is? I'm guessing about 2? I can never keep up with the GA timeline. I think it has its own continuum.
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Callie groaned as she patted the other side of the bed simultaneously waking herself up and frowning at herself for having searched for Arizona while she slept. That, would have to stop, she thought anxiously, flopping back into her sheets. Did Cristina have any tips for how to stop looking for someone in your sleep? If anyone would know it would be Cristina or maybe Meredith, she should ask them today. Could she see a psychologist, now she was a new women reclaiming her life? She should see a psychologist. That's what people do when the person they love the most rips there heart out. Callie sighed, she was trying so hard, why did it feel like things were so horrible and insecure. She had taken the first step and seized her apartment back, and then started dancing. That was the plan, and she had followed it. So why did it feel like she was faking it. Because you are... a small sneaky voice whispered in the back of her head. Dancing in your stolen apartment isn't going to fix the fact that you are destined to be alone. You are nothing, everyone leaves you, she left you, the voice continued. She slammed the voice down. 'Stupid catholic guilt, I don't need you', she thought to herself.
Coffee, that was the answer, that was the cure for all the rotten things in life: coffee and alcohol. Unfortunately, alcohol wasn't an option as she was both on call and in charge of Sophia so..she would brew that coffee. It was also time to make breakfast for her daughter. Routine, that's how she would survive this. She got up, had a quick shower, hurriedly dried herself off and then threw a wrap around herself and a towel around her hair and went to check on her daughter.
Sofia was up and trying to climb out of her crib. She was still too small to do so, but Sofia was growing up so fast. Soon Callie would have to get her a bed. Sofia looked up and stared at her mother, "Where's mama, where's Zona?", she asked.
"Mommy's here mija, how about a cuddle?" She knew she was avoiding her daughter's question, but at the moment she was not in the right mind frame to deal with anything even remotely related to Arizona.
It hurt, even as she hugged Sophia it stung like an acid burn. Ever since Callie had gotten her apartment back and moved out of Meredith and Derrick's place Sofia had been asking for her other mother. But since Callie had kicked her out, Arizona no longer had stable enough environment for her to warrant access. Arizona had stopped being allowed to see Sofia, until she had more appropriate living arrangements. It had been a week, now. It was mean but she felt no guilt. Arizona deserved it. She had cheated on her while at the hospital with that horrible women. Arizona had done that while there child was in daycare, at the same hospital! As far as Callie was concerned, her cheating, slut, bitch of a wife could burn. However her heart still broke when she heard Sofia. She felt guilty for separating Sophia from Arizona, not the other way around. Arizona had a natural way with children. As soon as Arizona laughed or picked a child up they were calm. When she smiled her dimples charmed anyone who looked at them. Her nasty, manipulative dimples. How she loathed those dimples.
Coffee and breakfast, yes? She must stop thinking about Arizona. She needed to feed herself and Sofia and get Sofia clean and dressed. She also needed to dress herself and then finally check on things at the hospital. It was so complicated with just one. It had been so comfortable at Meredith and Derrick's house, she had almost become complacent in the 'getting ready morning dance'. This morning however it felt like there was zero time. She started to cook scrambled eggs for herself and poured out a glass of milk for Sofia to drink. She strapped Sofia in her pink and green polka dot booster seat which could be strapped to any chair. Arizona's choice, pastels and dots. She would get a new chair this week.
When the eggs were ready she flipped hers and Sofia's servings onto two plates and chopped Sophia's portion into tiny, bite sized pieces. Sofia was a fairly independent eater but she still needed to remember to chew. Callie poured out her cup of coffee. Ah, coffee, the drink of gods. The dark beverage oozed down her throat, hitting all the right places. Her pager beeped impatiently in the background, sighing she got up to check. It was Owen.
"Emergency at the hospital, all on call staff needed urgently. Callie to report to the ER immediately."
Damn it! She hadn't even finished her coffee. They could wait 30 minutes. Sofia hadn't gotten halfway through her breakfast. Man, she could never get a break.
