Chapter 1

Callies POV

I can not believe I'm sitting in a waiting room and not any waiting room, no waiting room of a psychiatrist. Though Addie says that Dr. Robbins is one of the best in his field, for me are all the same, quacks.

If someone would have said 6 months ago, I'm sitting here today to see Sigmund Freud, I would have laughed at him.

At this time, I had the feeling of floating, my work was great as really great and my private life was at an all time high. I had just met a really impressive woman. Self-confident, smart and beautiful. And she wanted me, me.

All my relationships ends after a few weeks in a disaster. Thanks Addie, I had learned not to hide who or what I was. But for all the women that I met before, just wanted my name or their own curiosity to satisfy. It always gave me the feeling that I was not worthy to be loved, neither of my family still in a partnership.

But with her beside me I feel for the first time in my life completely. We could talk for hours, about everything and nothing. I trusted her blindly. Addie's instructions to be careful, I hit into the wind. I was just too happy to see over the edge.

When I found out their real motivations to be with me, I broke down. I joined in my apartment, neglected my work, my friends and myself. Until, Addie kicked me in my sad ass and made an appointment with Sigmund Freud. And now I'm here, flipping listlessly through a magazine and wait.

Hear how a door opens, I have lifted my eyes in that direction, and ... Wow. That's not the kind of Sigmund Freud which I expected, that's just ... .Wow. In front of me is none other than the perfect goddess. Blonde curls falling on her shoulders, and those eyes. Such a blue, I've never seen before.

"Calliope Torres, I'm Dr. Robbins hi."

Omg ... .these voice, get yourself together and answer her.

"Um ... yes ... um ... Callie's ok," I stammer.

"Ok, Callie Torres, it's great to meet you," smiling she hands me her hand.

"Uhm ... yes ... you too," I reply and grab her hand. This feeling, when I feel her hand in mine, I'll never forget. It's like, electric shock through my body, in a very good way. Ok, maybe I should let go her hand. I feel the loss of her hand immediately, it hurts almost physically. Omg, hold you together Callie.

"If you want to follow me, I think we can talk better in my office. Not get me wrong, the waiting room is cozy, but I like my office better, "she laughs, pointing to the open door.

This laugh ... Omg ... and wait ... dimples ... God this woman is absolutely beautiful.

I follow her slowly and look around in her office carefully. The waiting room was nice, but her office exceeds all my expectations. All walls are painted in beige, the whole room is illuminated, no, he radiates.

I can well imagine that this room reflects her personality. Personally, I prefer it dark. With Addie's words, curvaceous.

"Please take a seat. I know the first time is never easy, but I want you to feel comfortable, I'll put you at no time under pressure. Take the time you need. Feeling good is important, but it is much more important for me that you trust me. Nothing you said in this room will ever leave this room. "

"Ok, sounds good to me, but I do not know what to say." Omg, how can I be able to talk to this woman about my life. How does it work?

Nervously I play with my fingers, is a bad habit of mine, and only silence. Talking about me has always been a problem for me, except Addie, I talk to nobody about my personal life.

"Why not start easily and you tell me why you're here."

"Because my best friend thought it was a good idea to spread my disappointing life."

"Ok great, tell me a little about your best friend. Ordinary things, if you like, then tell me why she's your best friend. Because I have a feeling that she has a big impact on you. "

Talking about Addie, yea I can do that, that's easy.

"Um..., yeah, Addie, Addie is Addie. I know her since middle school, since that time she was the only constant in my life. We went together to college, made the same conclusion. Yes, since the middle school Addie was always by my side. "

Talking about Addie is easy, I know every side of her. The good and the less. Since middle school Addie loves high heels, she always wears. Addie has a great sense of humor, even if some people think it is sometimes too dark, I love it. Oh and you have to see how she lives, her house on the beach is fabulously beautiful. I know that sounds very superficial, but who knows the real Addie knows that's not important for her. For me, she has a wonderful gift, she can read people perfectly.

"Why is she my best friend? Um ... yea ... Addie is the first and only person who has never doubted me. From day one, they accepted me, as what I was. She has repeatedly said that I'm fine the way I am. Due to Addie, I've learned to like me a little more. "

If I keep talking, I'll start to cry and Callie Torres does not cry. But talking about Addie, let me remember everything that we have experienced together. When I say that Addie was always there for me, so I was there for her.

After we graduated, Addie began in a very prestigious law firm to work, only a year later, she was offered a partnership.

"Ok, this is very good, I can honestly say that this friendship is very important for you. We still have some time, and if you feel comfortable doing, tell me a little about your work. "

"My work, yes, as I said before, Addie and I made our degrees together, in business law, but I also made a degree in family law, my major attention is given to the support of same-sex families. I think that everyone deserves a family and the gender should not play a role here. But at the moment I'm working for Torres-enterprise. "

Working at the company of my family is ok, but the work with families is the best ever. I love every single step I'll go with the families together.

Many couples come to me after they have been trying for a long time alone, to adopt a child and they are each step, we go together and thus come closer to her family sensed me with so much happiness that I literally lose the words, sometimes.

"That sounds very impressive Miss Torres. I think we have achieved a lot, you can be proud of yourself, you have taken a big step today. If it's possible, I'd like to plan our next meeting at the end of the week. I think on Friday afternoon would be good. What do you think?"

That smile makes me speechless for a moment, and before I can answer, I release my throat. "Um ... yeah ... Friday afternoon sounds good to me. Thank you for your time. "

"You're welcome, it was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Torres."

Wait, she just winked at me? Was she flirting with me? No, that can not be possible, Callie she wants to be nice. I grab my purse and with a last farewell I leave the office. On my way out, I grab my phone.

"Addie, we need to talk, now."

Arizonas POV

I've been in L.A for only few months and already feel myself different. The change was really good and working keeps my mind busy. Teddy helped me to make my name here since the day I started. When I finished college, I got people from NYC to L.A calling me, but I refused. And so the calls fade away.

Now, I'm doing big. I have people calling me for consults because I'm one of the bests, and it feels amazing to be recognized as such. I've always done my work with full potential, but in a small hospital, you're just someone doing your best.

People sometimes expect from us answers that are inside them. We just help people to see it, to find it or to construct it. My job is not telling people how they should feel, but to make them understand that their feelings are true and valid. No one has the same reactions, so your way to deal with problems and emotions is not equal as how some else does.

I walk to the waiting room to call my next patient, a woman who seems really bored flipping through a magazine. I'm used to it. The first and more frequent thought is that people don't need to be here, they're here because some else told them to or I'm the last option of their many ways to deal with.

I down my eyes and meet deep brown ones already looking at me. For some reason, my heart stops for a second. Eyes can say too much and this woman in front of me has the deepest eyes I ever seen.
"Calliope Torres, I'm Dr. Robbins. Hi." I'm good at reading people, of course. And I can tell she was not expecting someone like me. I extend her my hand, hoping is not sweaty because I'm nervous. She is really beautiful, but I cannot look at my patient this way.

Once in the room, I fully pay attention at the woman sitting in front of me, to capture her moves and her way to talk. But more than that, besides the intense brown eyes, this woman seems like drawn by hand, she's just gorgeous. She has really beautiful big lips – and I have to fight the urge of biting my own as I look at them -, her nose has perfect line and her hair… it's just the last detail to make her face one of the prettiest I've ever laid my eyes on.

I move in the chair, changing my position so I can shake away my thoughts. She's not here for it Arizona, pull yourself together. She plays with her fingers, is normal when people feel nervous. They usually don't know how to start and fear that they need to open their hearts right away.

We started with simple conversations. The reason she's here is because of her best friend that I can assure has a big role in her life. The way Callie talks about her friend eases her gestures, her body gets less tense and her eyes shine a bit.

She's not apprehensively, it's easy to talk about someone you like and it's important to you. Talking about ourselves it's tough, so we have to start with conversations that make the patients comfortable. We have to know them and about their lives. They have to trust us, which are the most important thing.

"Due to Addie, I've learned to like me a little more." Her voice comes lower and I notice how she swallows, at some point her eyes get watery and she fights with tears.

I make some quick notes, never letting my eyes away from her. Whenever our eyes meet, I feel a shiver down my spine and I want to know her, not only because it's part of my job, but because somehow she intrigues me. I softly shake my head; I need to stop my mind before I get really screwed.

I glance at the watch and we still have time, so I suggest that we talk a bit about her, like her work. It feels silly, but this is a thing the patients do daily, so has a important part in their lives. It can be a good job that they feel happy to do. Or something they don't like and it can be a problem.

I nod when she talks about her attention as a lawyer to support same-sex families. It's so important to have people that think like her, that support equal rights. My memories hit me hard, the late night conversations about marriage and kids, the thousand possible names, and the big house for a big family. That's all gone.

I don't allow my mind to continue. I can't fall apart while there's a patient in my office. So, I keep a straight face and, for my surprise, I genuinely smile at her. "That sounds very impressive Miss Torres." Something in her makes me feel calm for brief moments and forget my own problems.

The clock shows our time is done and I propose that we have another meeting on Friday afternoon. "You're welcome; it was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Torres." God, the cute way she rambles a response. My movements are almost involuntary.

When I hear the door closing, I sigh heavily. What the hell is wrong with you, Arizona? Did I just flirt with my patient? All my memories go away as I think about the woman that just left the room, her eyes, her voice, her perfume. Oh my god, this is so wrong in so many ways.

After everything that happened I never thought about any other woman. I didn't want to think about any other woman. And now, here I am! Giving flirt smiles and winks, to a woman that I'm suppose to help. I leave the room, walking hastily to my friend's office. Her patient was just leaving so I hold the door open, coming in with stress clearly in my face. Teddy frowns, not understanding.
"Teddy, I need to talk to you." I simply say, closing the door behind me.