(One week later, August 2)

Arizona sat nervously in the sterile waiting room. She hadn't seen the fertility specialist or her OB/GYN since the implantation in mid-May. She calculated that she should be about ten weeks pregnant at this point. After that first pregnancy test, she had grabbed a bunch more at an inconvenient CVS (so no one from Grey-Sloan would recognize her) and rushed home to the house that she and Callie were still sharing. Although Arizona had initially gone to Meredith's house, she and Callie had worked out both living in their house until they figured out what came next. Callie had been home with Sofia, so Arizona discretely went to the bathroom and took four more tests: positive, positive, positive, positive. She called up her OB/GYN, insisting it was an emergency, and went back out to the store to grab all the prenatal vitamins she should have been taking.

So, here she was, desperately praying that no one she knew needed to go to the sixth floor today to this waiting room of women and their partners and children. She put her shaking hand on her stomach. It was just ever so noticeably rounded, noticeable to her when she strained to button her pants, but invisible under her scrubs. Her slight frame, however, made the bump pop out more quickly, and she wondered why she hadn't noticed earlier.

Suddenly, she felt a slight tap on her shoulder. "Arizona?" a familiar voice said.

She turned around and saw Meredith. Her heart sunk.

"Oh, hello, Meredith." Arizona glanced at her hand, still on her stomach, and took it away quickly. But Meredith had seen. Arizona saw her eyes go from the lingering hand to Arizona's face. Arizona sighed. "It's complicated."

"Do you want to talk?" Meredith inquired.

"No. Yes? Honestly, I'm still processing." Arizona let her hand slide back to that safe place on her belly. Meredith sat down next to Arizona and pulled her knees toward her chest, wrapping her arms around them.

"Are we happy?" Meredith asked.

"Yes, definitely." Arizona sighed again. Her chest felt so heavy and her shoulders ached. Stress pulsed through every cell of her body. "I just don't know what this means. Callie and I – we're not together anymore. Callie's done trying to fix us – she feels free without me. She feels free. But me? Life without Calliope – terrifies me. She's the only thing I need in this world. I love her more than anything. Before I learned I am pregnant, I was terrified of life without Calliope. And now I'm pregnant – which I wanted – we wanted – more than anything – and alone. And I don't know how or when to tell Callie, or what her reaction will be. And I don't want her to come back just because of this."

"Well, that's more emotions than one person can feel at once, for sure." Meredith said.

"You would know." Arizona thought of all that Meredith had been through with her own pregnancy and Ellis's death and losing Lexie.

"Do you have a plan?"

"Well, we implanted my eggs, with a sperm donation from Callie's brother so they would be related to both of us. I have to tell Callie eventually. I'm not ready yet. I haven't even really fully processed that I'm pregnant. By the way, what are you doing up here?"

Meredith held up a chart in explanation. "Pregnant patient." Arizona played with her long blond hair. "Do you have someone going with you?"

"No, no one knows. Other than you. Not even my doctor at this point."

"Do you want a person?" Arizona looked up into Meredith's eyes. Meredith held out her hand.

Arizona opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Tears were welling up in her eyes. Her voice cracked as she said, "Yes" and she squeezed Meredith's hand.

"Those pregnancy hormones sure can be a bitch." Meredith smiled.

About fifteen minutes later, Doctor Ann Bracknell came for Arizona. Arizona explained the complicated situation, with Meredith silently nodding along.

"Let's take your vitals," Dr. Bracknell said, "since you haven't been monitored. I'm not too worried about your lack of prenatals since you did take them for the first four weeks, anticipating you might be pregnant, and started again once you realized you were pregnant. But… your HR is low." Arizona glanced at the screen, 52.

Dr. Bracknell took Arizona's weight: "128. That's seven pounds less than when I saw you in May. You should have gained at least a few pounds." Arizona was 5'5", so it was still a healthy weight. Dr. Bracknell frowned.

Meredith interjected, "She hasn't been eating well, since, well, everything with Callie."

"Well, let's turn this around. I want you to be at least 131 by the next time I see you in two weeks. And that might also be contributing to your heart rate."

Dr. Bracknell wheeled in the sonogram machine. "Now, we typically do a sonogram at eight weeks through the pelvic cavity, but you've missed that." Arizona nodded along – Dr. Bracknell knew she was a fetal surgeon and knew all this information, but being cared for calmed her. "We'll try to see the fetus with a traditional ultrasound on your abdomen, but we may be a little early, depending on when the conception actually took place."

Arizona lay down, lifted her shirt to reveal the rounded belly.

"Wow, you definitely popped early." Meredith exclaimed. Dr. Bracknell squirted the cold gel on her abdomen and moved the wand across. Arizona strained her neck to see the screen. Butterflies danced in her stomach. She wanted Callie to be here to see this.

"Well, I think we can see why." Dr. Bracknell said, and Arizona saw as well on the screen: two clearly defined gestational sacs on the screen, two small heads and little bodies in her womb.