This chapter will probably be one of the worst I will write for this story and it's kind of short. I'm not even sure where I was going with this and I feel like it's all over the place. And I know, I know, it doesn't seem like they're communicating but believe me, they will. Our girls just aren't that good at it. But they're learning! Anyway, enjoy make sure to please leave reviews. They're much appreciated!

Arizona had been in the city for a few days now. Sofia adjusted pretty instantaneously. She was happier and more comfortable than she had been in Seattle with her. Arizona had to admit that it did sting a little, but she knew it wasn't anything against her abilities as a mother. Sofia had simply fallen in love with her life in New York, with her friends, with her new teachers, and it had been difficult for the seven year old to readjust to her old life in Seattle. That, and the fact that she didn't have both of her mothers with her.

For Arizona, on the other hand, adjusting to life in the Big Apple was a little bit more difficult. Seattle had been her home for over 10 years. All of her friends were there, and it was difficult to have to readjust and find new friends when she hadn't really wanted to. Of course, her and April still talked constantly, whether it was through text message, FaceTime, or phone calls. But she still missed seeing everyone everyday. Even Owen, which was surprising.

Arizona had also started texting Alex more too. Her communication with Teddy remained the same as it had been for the past few years. Apparently she was the new interim chief of surgery at Grey-Sloan, and also pregnant with Owen's baby. She'd only been gone three days, and already it felt like she had been gone a year.

She'd been talking to Amelia, too, mostly about Herman and her abilities when it came to the role she would play in the teaching hospital, but their friendship carried over as well. Her and Nicole had officially decided to turn the Robbins-Herman Center for Women's Health into the Robbins-Herman Hospital instead. They might end up changing the name, though. They hadn't decided on that quite yet.

"You excited?"

Arizona looked up from the stacks of paperwork piled on top of the desk she'd set up in one of the spare rooms of her apartment. It consisted of contracts, a business plan she had written out with the help of Nicole, a note pad filled with phone numbers she needed to call to get everything ready so they could begin the process of getting the hospital up and running.

"Yeah, I'm really excited to meet the kids," She flashed a nervous, but genuine, smile at the brunette. Callie stood a few feet behind the doorway, her hand bracing the woodwork.

Today was Arizona's first day at Mount Sinai hospital, where she would fall into the shoes of a Pediatric surgeon once again. Since getting the hospital with Herman up and running would take a while, she knew she'd need a part time job in the mean time. And since the area already had three fetal surgeons, she decided to fill in as a temporary replacement for their head of Pediatrics while he was on leave for treatment of prostate cancer.

It would be a lie if she said she wasn't excited. Arizona loved her being a Pediatric surgeon, and she loved the feeling of helping kids. She could honestly admit she'd missed it a little bit. Noah, the son of one of her patients a few months back had reminded her of that.

"I'm sure they'll love you," Callie replied. 'They always do.'

Arizona laughed. "Maybe," blue eyes remained focused on her paperwork. She and Callie were taking things slow and the urge to press her lips against Callie's every time she looked into those warm, brown eyes was not that. It was quite the opposite actually. "I might be a little rusty from these few years out of the game."

"Well, I'm sure it'll just feel like coming home," Callie smiled, brown eyes sparkling.

Arizona froze; her nerves skyrocketed. 'Was that word choice intentional?' A small laugh escaped her lips, though it sounded more like she was clearing her throat. "Y-Yeah," Arizona looked up to meet Callie's gaze. "Maybe it will."

Was she sweating? She felt like she was sweating.

Callie was the first to break eye contact. "I have to get going. I have a surgery in about an hour, but I'll stop by the Peds floor later to see how you're doing."

Arizona nodded to confirm. Callie's words were phrased as a statement, but by the way her pitch went up as she reached the end, Arizona knew she was asking for permission. "Sounds great," the blonde forced a smile.

Callie quirked an eyebrow. Something was off about Arizona's behavior, but she didn't want to push. She wasn't one hundred percent sure of her place in the blonde's life at the moment. Were they just friends? Co-workers? Simply co-existing mothers? Friends but with no dating allowed because eventually they would be more? Callie didn't know, but they both agreed that the most important thing for them right now was to communicate and this whole confusion thing was not that. So maybe she should be pushing a little.

"I'll see you later then?"

"Yeah."

Callie could see Arizona was stressed about starting at a new hospital, in a new city, in an old specialty, and decided that a conversation about their current situation could at least wait until her first day was over.

Arizona's false smile fell once Callie left the room, and she let the chair underneath her take the weight of her body. Elbows resting on her desk, she dropped her head into the palms of her hands. The conscious effort it took to restrain herself from jumping Callie was physically exhausting, but she knew it was necessary. They both had changed so much from the time when they first got together and she knew that if this was ever going to work between them, they needed to start out as friends and relearn everything about each other. They needed to fall in love with each other as the people they were now, not who they were before. Although, knowing all of that didn't make it any easier for Arizona to put a cap on her feelings because, God, did she want her. But more than anything else, she wanted them to work this time around. She couldn't afford getting hurt by Callie again and she didn't want to hurt Callie anymore than she already has, so, they were taking it slow. And it was hard as hell.

Arizona's first day at Mount Sinai Hospital was going well. The kids were great. Her co-workers were a little more different than she was used to, and by that, she meant more professional, but she'd get used to it. Her interns and residents were okay, nothing really too special, for Pediatrics, at least.

Arizona opted to stay in her office for lunch. Callie was in surgery and for possibly the first time in her life, the blonde wasn't in the mood to make new friends. No one at Mount Sinai really intrigued her. They were all very polite and always professional, which, don't get her wrong, those qualities are exactly what you want in a doctor, but it was just boring.

'You busy?' Arizona sent the text message.

'No,' the response came no more than a couple minutes after the message was sent. 'That's the perk of quitting surgery. You have a whole lot of free time.'

The left corner of Arizona's mouth quirked upwards to form a half smile. Arizona knew April was joking, but she couldn't help but sense some regret in her friend's words.

Instead of typing out a message in reply Arizona pressed on the button of a lowercase 'i' with a circle around it, in the top righthand corner of her phone screen, and pressed on April's name when the screen popped up. She held the phone up to her ear.

"Hey!"

"Hey, how's New York?"

Arizona fiddled with the pen on her desk as she contemplated how to answer April's question.

"It's good. Different but," Arizona somewhat lied. She didn't dislike New York but it didn't feel completely like home either. "Change is good, right?"

"Mm," April didn't have much to say in reply. She had embraced quite a bit of change after her accident and she was no more happy than she had been before it. Wanting to change the topic, April added, "How's Callie?"

A long pause emitted from Arizona's end.

"She's good." Another pause. "We talked."

"Already? Wow, that was fast.'

"Yeah," The blonde chuckled to herself. "But it felt good, you know?" Arizona expelled a breath of air. "We talked about everything and it was such a relief."

"And where are you two now?"

"We're starting over. Friends first. And I think it'll be good for us in the long run, but my God, April, it is-,"

A knock on her office door silenced her, and a quick glance through the small, square-shaped glass showed her Callie was on the other side.

"Um, April, I have to go. I'll call you later, bye." Arizona hung up before the woman on the other end could get a word in.

"Come in!"

The door handle turned, and Arizona found herself wondering if she looked presentable.

"Hey," Callie shut the door behind her. "You weren't in the cafeteria so I figured you'd be in here."

"How'd you know this was my office?" Arizona inquired.

"I have my ways," Callie teased.

What sounded like crinkling paper brought Arizona's gaze to the white paper bag Callie held in her left hand.

"I brought you a scone," the brunette set the bag down on the corner of Arizona's desk. A smirk tugged at the blonde's mouth as she reached for it.

"It better not be pumpkin."

Callie feigned a gasp. "I would never."

Arizona's dimples popped at Callie's sarcasm.

"Ooh, chocolate!" the exclamation was childlike as she pulled out the brown pastry. Callie couldn't help the smile that spread across her features. Arizona's excitement over the little things had always made the brunette's heart melt.

"So how's your first day going?" Callie questioned Arizona as she bit into the crumbly snack. "Anything interesting?"

Arizona scrunched her nose up as she chewed. "No, not really," she swallowed, "Everyone here is kinda.."

"Boring?"

Arizona looked up with a half-hearted smile. "Yeah."

With a nod and shy smile, Callie's eyes fell to the floor as she took a step forward, her hands digging further into the pockets of her lab coat. "Grey-Sloan is definitely a little more invasive than the people here."

A scoff escaped Arizona's pink lips and her eyebrows raised with a slight nod of her head. "Maybe just a bit."

"You get used to it though."

Arizona nodded. The two women's eyes locked with each other's and then it was happening again. That thing where silence fell between them and it felt as if there was no one or nothing else but them around for miles.

"Dr. Robbins!" A female voice startled the two exes.

"Yeah?" Arizona's head snapped towards the direction of the door. She was silently grateful someone had interrupted whatever moment she and Callie were just having because she wasn't sure what would've happened if he hadn't.

"I'm Dr. Brown. Chief of Surgery here at Mount Sinai. I would love to show you around if you don't mind."

"Oh, right. Yes, of course," Arizona pushed back from the desk.

Callie opened her mouth, preparing to interrupt when she had the chance, but Arizona was gone and out the door before she could even blink.

A sigh of defeat fell from her red lips.

"So what made you decide to move to New York?" Dr. Amber Brown questioned her new Pediatric attending. They'd finished their tour of the hospital and were now standing by the nurse's station in the emergency room, making conversation.

"Oh, um, my daughter lives here with my ex. So it was just easier on her if I moved here too."

"Is he a doctor?" the chief of surgery inquired as she handed off an iPad with a patient's information to a nurse behind the desk.

"She," Arizona corrected. "And yes, she is."

Amber nodded. She noticed how the blonde was avoiding eye contact, so she took a guess that talking about her ex-wife wasn't something she did often with strangers.

"So, um, have you made any new friends yet?"

Arizona smiled. The chief of surgery sure did ask a lot of questions. But she liked it. Amber was the only person she'd met so far at Mount Sinai that reminded her the most of her colleagues back in Seattle.

"Um, no. Not really. I've only been here for three days, so I haven't had much time for anything other than work and settling in."

"You and Dr. Torres seemed to really be hitting it off."

Arizona's face turned beet red as she released a breathy laugh.

"Oh," Dr. Brown raised her eyebrows. "So she's…"

Arizona nodded. "My ex-wife, yeah."

Amber was about to make a comment about the intense staring context she'd walked into between them about 30 minutes ago, but a loud bellow from a man interrupted her.

"What do we got?"

Arizona turned towards the Emergency bay entrance, half expecting to see Owen running up to a gurney. Instead, it was some brown haired man, probably around forty years old.

"Male. 9 years old. Fell off the top of a ladder while helping his dad paint their house. Puncture would to the upper right abdomen. Possible spleen laceration."

"Alright. Page Peds. Tell them to meet me in trauma room 1."

Arizona sprung into action, making a beeline for the gurney.

"Already here."

"Who are you?" The man spat as he walked in stride with the moving gurney.

"Arizona Robbins. I'm your new head of Peds."

"Emergency trauma came in. Won't be able to make it for dinner with Sof, but I'll stop by when I'm done to help put her to bed."

A frustrated groan emitted from Callie's throat. Putting her phone back down, she eyed the two wine glasses she'd already set out on the counter. Red for herself; white for Arizona. After a moment of contemplation, Callie grabbed Arizona's glass and dumped the clear liquid down the sink. Her pity party was quickly interrupted by the sizzling sound coming from the stove; her chicken piccata was done. Brown eyes widened and a mumbled "crap" fell from her lips as she swiftly pulled the pan containing her recipe off of the front right burner. She breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was intact and nothing was burnt.

"Sofia!" She called. "Dinner's ready!"

Sofia came bouncing down the stairs as Callie stabbed a the smallest piece of chicken with a fork and placed it on her daughter's plate.

"Where's Momma?" the seven-year old asked as she took a seat at the dinner table. Her nose and eyebrows scrunched up in adorable confusion.

"Momma got called into an emergency surgery, so she won't be able to join us for dinner tonight," Callie explained as she cut the chicken into smaller pieces. Sofia's face fell, and Callie felt bad for having to disappoint their daughter. "But," she started, her tone attempting to sound lighter and more excited. The truth was Sofia wasn't the only one who was disappointed by Arizona's unavailability. Yeah, they were taking things slow but that didn't mean she couldn't try to "whoo" her, if you will. She wanted to show Arizona that she was one hundred percent in on starting over, and to Callie, making Arizona her famous chicken piccata as if she'd never had it before was a good place to start. "We will all three be having dinner together much more often now that you both live here in New York, okay?"

"Okay," the mumble was barely coherent, and she made no attempt to hide her disappointment as she stabbed a piece of chicken a little more forcefully than she should've.

"G'night, sweet girl."

Callie wore a content smile on her face as she watched Arizona tuck Sofia into bed from the hallway outside of her bedroom. She'd missed this, watching Arizona with their daughter. She used to do it almost every night while they were married, and even more so after the cheating. Watching Arizona with Sofia was one of the few things that helped to momentarily quell her doubts about staying with her, so she made almost like note in her mind to do it everyday. But clearly, that hadn't been enough.

"She's down," Arizona whispered. "Out like a light."

Callie smiled as the blonde approached her.

"Yeah, she had a big first day back today. Probably wore her tiny body out."

Arizona chuckled and bowed her head. "Yeah, um, well, I should probably get going. I need to be at the hospital early tomorrow morning to check on my trauma kid post-op."

Callie nodded, hoping the disappointment she felt wasn't visible on her face. She had been hoping Arizona would stay a little longer so they could hang out and talk for a while.

"Let me walk you to the door," Callie attempted to lighten the mood. She stretched her arm out, motioning for Arizona to go ahead down the stairs.

The blonde managed a cheeky smile, a single dimple showing through on her right cheek. "Calliope, you-"

Callie internally squealed. 'She called me Calliope.'

"Ah, no. I insist."

Arizona grinned. "Well, if you insist."

Arizona started down the stairs, Callie following a few steps behind her. They passed the kitchen on the way to the front door, and a bottle of white wine left out on the counter caught her eye. It looked to be brand new, only maybe a single glass of the liquid seemed to be missing.

"You don't drink white wine," Arizona mused. She was rummaging for an answer to the question that's been nagging her all day. It seemed that, even though Arizona was the one that came up with the notion of them starting over, she wasn't one hundred percent sure what that meant herself.

"Uh," Callie stuttered, her gaze dropped to her fidgeting hands that were resting in front of her stomach. She felt like she'd just been caught. "Yeah, I bought that for you." Tan cheeks flushed, and Arizona wasn't sure if the huge smile she felt warm her insides was visible on her face.

"When?" Arizona spun around to face the blushing brunette.

"Like a day or two before you got here," Callie admitted sheepishly.

Arizona's lips pulled into full on smile, dimples on display and blue eyes twinkling. Callie had went out of her way to buy a type of wine she didn't even drink, just for her. "No, it's sweet."

Callie looked up. She hadn't been expecting that kind of response. Her gaze met with those bright blue eyes, which were lit up by her magical smile. Callie loved her smile.

Arizona took a step forward. "Thank you for that scone, by the way."

"Oh, that? It was no problem really," Callie chuckled, brushing off her ex's obvious flirting.

"It's not nothing to me, Callie."

Callie felt her breath catch in her throat, and her heart started to beat faster. There was less than an arm's length between them, the length of an iPhone was probably a much more accurate description. Brown eyes kept falling to the other woman's pink lips. They looked so soft, so kissable. The brunette slammed her eyes shut. 'No, Callie. Slow. You two are taking things slow.'

"Arizona," she husked. "What are we doing?"

Callie watched the blonde's posture shrink back slightly, a line forming between her brows. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"What are we?" Callie hand gestured between the two of them. "Are we dating? Are we just friends? You said we need to communicate and it-it doesn't really feel like we are." The brunette searched blue eyes as she waited for an answer.

Arizona sighed. "I'm not ready for a to start back into a relationship with you, Callie. Not right away."

"Okay," Callie treaded the conversation slowly. "Then what are we doing, Arizona? Are we flirty, exclusive friends who aren't dating other people? Or something else entirely that I didn't even think about?"

Arizona's face fell. "Do you want to?" She asked. "See other people?"

"What?" Dark eyebrows furrowed. Was Arizona really asking her that? "No, Arizona. I don't want to see anyone else."

"Okay." Arizona believed her. "Then what are you trying to get at here, Calliope?"

"I just-," Callie dropped her arms to her sides. "You said we were starting over as friends first and I guess I don't really know what that means. We were never friends before we started dating. Maybe we need ground rules or something," Callie joked lightheartedly.

"You're right," Arizona nodded in agreement. "We're the kind of friends who.." the blonde trailed off for a second as she tried to piece her words together. "Were friends a very long time ago and then had a falling out."

"So.." It took Callie a minute to catch on. "We're re-learning everything about each other and rebuilding, or in our case, building a friendship based on who we are now."

"Exactly," Arizona flashed a shaky smile. "We'll hang out, talk, have family outings with Sofia, but yeah, I guess there do need to be boundaries."

"No flirting," It was the first thing that popped into Callie's mind. Flirting clouded Callie's logical judgement, and if this was going to work, there couldn't be any of that.

Arizona nodded. "No flirting."

"Are we exclusive?"

Arizona chewed on the inside of her right cheek. She wanted to be, but she wasn't sure how long it would be until she would feel ready to start a relationship with her again. And it was unfair to ask Callie to wait for her.

"Only if you want to be."

Callie smiled. She did. And now she knew Arizona did too. "Sounds good to me."

Arizona returned the smile. "Sounds awesome."