AN: Don't hate Callie too much… I'm Calzona all the way and of course this story will be too.
She fucked up.
She went all Ross learns Rachel is pregnant and fucked it up.
Arizona is pregnant. With her baby… she wasn't even sure that was possible. Her last exam was… a long time ago, they'd had her jack off into a cup, like they did every exam, they'd watched her get hard, they watched as she came, and then an hour later they milked her prostate. Because apparently… well there were medical reasons, she was sure, but she came into another cup and then she left.
Her counts were low to mid level. It was possible, they'd said, but unlikely for her to impregnate someone.
So, you could kind of understand her hesitance and reluctance to accept what the most beautiful woman was saying. All blonde hair that sparkled like the sea at sunrise, her eyes the same colour of the ocean, rimmed with red and tears as Callie vehemently denied that it was her baby.
She didn't want a baby. She didn't want to be a mom. She liked her life. Jetsetting around the world to surf, to chase the big waves and to sleep with as many women - and few questioning or bisexual men - along the way. She loved fucking, she loved fucking woman and she loved fucking men. And she had loved fucking Arizona - who was pregnant.
After the blonde had left, leaving her and Wyatt and taking her dog away, Callie had been angry. At Arizona, at herself, at the condom company, at the situation and the world. When Wyatt had gone home with her parents, Callie plopped on the couch and stewed in her anger and a six pack of beer. But then she'd remembered what the blonde had said after Callie had roughly pushed her cock into the wet and wanting pussy below her "This is my first time, go a bit slower," and Callie had her answer.
Maybe. The beer that night was saying maybe she'd turned Arizona onto cock… but then other snippets came up, how she was leaving Hawaii, how she'd come back for the job. They hadn't done a lot of talking before the first time, about non-sex related things. Before they did it a second time, Arizona having gone to the concierge deak dresses only in her robe to get some more condoms.
But now it was three weeks and no communication later, and she was supposed to go with Arizona for a DNA test - which she had demanded angrily, and whispered because of how close her nephew had been. Arizona had nodded once, tersely. Callie could catch glimpses of her new neighbour in her yard, her dog barely leaving her side as workmen built a small fence around the back yard.
Or she'd see her come home from somewhere, sighing a little and looking sad and lost as she caressed her stomach. It was still flat, her belly where a baby was growing, her baby and Arizona's baby, but almost every time Callie caught a glimpse of the woman she would be palming her stomach with such care and tenderness.
Part of her was filled with joy and pride at seeing that, but mostly she was filled with panic. She still didn't want to be a mom. She'd never wanted it, and now that it was there, that it happened and was happening… would be happening for the rest of her life… she was terrified.
"Babe, what's wrong?" Callie practically jumped out of her musings, so consumed was she with thoughts of the blonde and her child, that she'd forgotten that someone was currently sucking her cock.
Her soft, not hard, still limp and able to impregnate women cock. The fucking traitor.
"Oh, sorry Penny, I'm just… not in the mood, I guess." Callie offered, the red heads hands were still working her dick, trying to get it hard so they could fuck, the tip glistening with the other woman's spit.
"Should I go?" Penny asked, her hands slowing on her dick.
Callie sighed, and pushed her weekly sex buddies hands away, "I think so."
Since they were only fuck buddies, it wasn't awkward to pull their clothes on in front of each other in silence. Thankfully she'd gotten the red head off twice before she'd started on her dick, so it wasn't a total waste of Penny's time.
"See you next week?" Penny asked at her front door.
"I'll text you," Callie answered with a wave and a short hug. "Bye."
"Yeah, bye." And then she was gone, her spit cooling and drying on Callie's dick in her shorts, still soft and not at all happy with how the night ended.
Normally she loved Thursday nights. It was a night she didn't have to worry about whoever she took home being put off by her cock, and was practically a sure thing. Tonight the obvious exception.
Grabbing a beer from her fridge she decided to go sit on the sand with her toes in the water, it was always a place she was able to clear her mind and think through her troubles. When she'd discovered surfing she'd been in a bad place. She was different in many ways, and especially her dick… and just wasn't mentally prepared to deal with the trials of life being that different. At 12 she got her first board, and then won her first open at 15, and since then it's been history. She was Callie Torres, professional surfer.
The sun had long set, and the sound of the waves and the smell of the salty ocean filled her lungs and she was almost instantly calm. The sea had always had that effect on her. She felt at ease and at home there.
Walking to the sand her toes barely made contact with it before she heard Arizona's voice.
"We'll be okay Peanut, you and me and Nigel." Callie's heart constricted a little hearing the tears in the blonde woman's voice, and though she realized this was a private conversation, she couldn't bear to turn away.
"I'm sorry you won't have anyone but me, though. I'll try my best to give you everything and love you." Callie took another step forward, the sand muffling her footfall and she was able to catch sight of the blonde. She was wrapped in an oversized hoody and baggy sweatpants, her toes in the water like Callie had planned to do. Her palms, as always, were on her belly.
"Uncle Tim… he would have loved you so much Peanut." Arizona paused to wipe away some tears and Callie's heart hurt again, "If you're a boy baby, I think you are, I don't know yet though, I'm gonna name you Timothy. He was my best friend, he… well, I'll tell you about him when you're older."
Arizona lapsed into silence for a moment and for some reason Callie stepped closer. She wanted to comfort the woman somehow, wanted to wrap her in her arms and take away all the hurt and pain she was feeling… most of which she knew was her fault.
"Grandma and Grandpa… they're gone too." Callie gulped and swallowed harshly, her entire mouth dry. Was Arizona alone in all this? Did she have no one… and then Callie had just cast her aside because she was afraid… god, she really had fucked up. "But you'll be named after grandpa too if you're a boy. Daniel, he was in the marines, which baby, you're never joining the army." At this Arizona laughed a little, before she continued talking. "It's gotta be the Navy if you want to serve. And since we're in Hawaii, I'll take you to Pearl Harbor one day, you can see the plague for great grandpa."
"Anyways Peanut, I'm gonna do my best to love you, I didn't plan you, but I'm excited you're coming and I-" But Arizona's words trailed off as the blonde turned and caught sight of her, and Callie froze, embarrassed that she'd been caught spying.
"Hey," Callie offered weakly, waving her beer at Arizona who quickly wiped more tears off her face. Which had hardened when she saw her.
"Mmhmm," Arizona hummed and started toward her own house without another word. Leaving Callie alone and mad at herself on the beach.
**88**
"Arizona Robbins?" The nurse called, and Callie stood quickly beside Arizona and followed her to the examination room.
They'd arrived separately, and had sat together in silence in the waiting room. Happy couples all around them, dads and partners and pregnant woman all happy and leaning toward each other, cocooned in their bliss about this miracle of life. While Arizona had turned away from her and had focused on her book while Callie sat fidgeting beside her, her leg bouncing a thousand miles a minute as they waited.
Once inside the room, Arizona sat on the bed and Callie wandered trying to ignore the blonde in the room, but finding that her eyes were drawn to her as she paced and continued to fidget.
"Would you sit down please." Arizona asked harshly as they waited.
So Callie sat, slumping heavily into a chair across the room and finally allowing herself to look at the blonde woman. She looked tired and sad, maybe even a little bit mad.
They stared at each other for a long time before Arizona sighed and looked at her purse, pulling the large bag towards herself and pulling out an envelope and offering it to her.
"What's this?" Callie asked, standing to retrieve the envelope and and returning to her chair, her knee instantly starting to bounce as she sat down.
"I'm a hundred percent sure that you're this babies other parent, but after… everything, I don't think I want you to be, and I know that you don't want to be, so…" Arizona said, her voice quiet but sure, the room filled with silence and the hum of the fluorescent lights.
Casting a quick glance at the blonde, her palm on her belly and her eyes looking at anything but her, she opened the letter. Termination of Parental Rights forms.
"What?" Callie asked, shocked and confused, the papers shaking with her trembling hands.
"I spoke to a family attorney, you can't terminate your rights until after the baby is born and a DNA test is complete, which is why we're here, but if you could fill out the forms I'll take care of everything else." Arizona said, her ocean blue eyes looking at her, hard determination on her face.
"But…" she tried to argue, it was weak and it was pathetic.
"You called me a liar and a whore, you don't want this Callie. Take the out, you don't need to be a parent."
She felt her face flush in embarrassment and shame, remembering the way she'd practically screamed at the blonde on her front lawn.
"Dr. Robbins?" A voice said, opening the door and Callie felt every negative feeling she'd had since Arizona told her she was pregnant amplify ten fold as her best friend opened the door. "Callie?"
"Addison?" Callie said, dumbstruck and once again filled with shame.
She and Addison stared at each other for long moments until they were startled by a fake cough from Arizona.
"Right. Sorry Dr. Robbins." Addie said, turning to stare at the blonde. "You're here for your three month check up, and it says a paternity test for purposes of dissolution…"
Addie trailed off and turned to glare at her.
"Yes that's correct." Arizona said behind Addison her eyes flirting between Callie and Addie, a look of confusion on her face.
"So let's get this ultrasound done and then we'll do the other tests." Addison said, indicating that Arizona should lay back and lift her shirt, but the blonde didn't move.
"Actually can we do the other tests first, please?" Arizona said, not moving and looking only at Addison.
"Sure, yes, sure." Addison stumbled, changing her course and heading for the blood draw tray.
Callie watched in silence as Arizona had her blood drawn and then was handed a urine sample cup, Addison sending her off to the washroom.
"Please be gone before I come back," Arizona said, her voice cracking a bit, "I don't want you here."
Callie closed her eyes in a grimace and heard the door shut as Arizona left, and when she opened them it was because Addison had punched her shoulder.
"Ow, what the fuck Addie?" She asked, rubbing her arm.
"Yeah Callie, what the fuck?" Addison whispered, grabbing Callie's shirt and dragging her to the bed so her own blood could be drawn. "What the hell is going on?"
Callie sighed and sat on the bed, holding her arm out for her friend.
"We had a one night stand… and, and, and…" And she'd gotten someone pregnant.
"And why is there a DNA test for dissolution of parental rights that I'm performing." Callie was certain that Addison tied the rubber band around her arm tighter than she had for Arizona.
"I may have…" Callie trailed off, not wanting to divulge how poorly she'd reacted.
But it seemed Addison knew anyway. "You didn't? Please tell me you didn't."
"I did." She said, once again filled with shame.
"That woman is paler than a ghost. Tell me that this baby isn't going to come out looking all Latino and dark and exotic."
Callie sighed. Because over the last three weeks she'd come to the realization that it was her baby. She believed Arizona when she said this was her first time with a real penis, she believed her that she had never been with one before or after, and she believed that Arizona wasn't the kind of person who would lie. Callie had always been cautious and hesitant about telling people about her wealth and because of her fame… others have used it against her, but she and Arizona hadn't talked about that kind of stuff… and her sperm counts…
She'd reacted poorly. Very very very poorly. She'd fucked up, and apparently Arizona didn't want anything to do with her. Anything from her except to fill out these forms and leave her alone.
"It will come out looking all Latino." She finally admitted, Addie finished drawing her blood stood in front of her, arms crossed her chest and her toes tapping in anger.
"You fucked up Cal." Addie said, her voice dripping with disappointment.
"I know." She said, standing from the table. Arizona should be back any second and she wanted to leave like the blonde had asked.
"I don't care if you don't want to be a parent," Addison said, facing away from Callie as she started for the door, "But I'm disappointed in you Cal. You need to make this right, even if she still wants nothing to do with you, and I don't blame her, you need to make this right."
Callie nodded once and stepped out the door, coming face to face with Arizona who was leaning against the wall with tears streaming down her face. Her hand lifted to touch the blonde comfort her somehow, but Arizona stepped back and away from her, and Callie dropped her hand to her side, clenching her fingers in a fist. "I'm sorry, Arizona." She whispered.
Arizona's back straightened and she slipped past Callie into the examination room her hand on the door and Addison looking at her over her shoulder, "No amount of apologies will ever be enough." And her heart broke a little bit, Addison's face likewise falling behind Arizona, "Fill out the forms and leave them in my mailbox. Goodbye." And Arizona closed the door in her face, tears now streaming down both of their faces.