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AN: Thanks for the feedback on the last chapter. I'm really glad people got the humor at the end. Also, I noticed I called Sofia's and Noah's babysitter Emily as well as Sofia's classmate. To diffuse any confusion, I changed the babysitters name to Emma. Emily is still the name of Sofia's classmate. Hope that all makes sense.

Chapter Four

Arizona's POV

The chatter between adults and kids has been consistent in the house for at least thirty minutes now. Sofia's birthday party is quite the event as children run through the house and outside in the backyard, while the parents drink and mingle on the first floor. Callie and I asked Emma, our babysitter, to come over and help oversee the mass of kids as they get their face painted in the backyard, play games, and watch the magician perform tricks when he shows up in a few. As I'm in the kitchen getting some more food platters ready, I see Mark approaching me.

"How's it going, Mark?"

"Can't complain, Arizona. My kid is happy, the party is great, and I'm catching up with Derek and the rest of the hospital crew in the basement. You?"

"Oh you know, just feeding and hosting thirty plus people in my home. Nothing special." I quip back sarcastically making up both laugh. "The magician should be here any minute and we'll cut the cake afterwards."

"Sounds like a plan, listen we're getting kind of low on alcohol in the basement, do you guys have anymore?"

"I thought Callie got some earlier today? She was out running around this morning getting last minute stuff."

"Oh she did, but we kinda drank our way through that." He says shyly.

"Mark, seriously?"

"Look, half of the hospital is downstairs and we're catching up, telling stories, and having a grand time."

"Um, okay, I'll ask Callie. Have you seen her? I think she got trapped with a group of moms." We both take a quick look around the room and I'm the first to see Callie in the living with surrounded by others moms. It doesn't look like she can get a word in edgewise.

"Should we let her drown a little or call her over?" Mark questions.

"She's drowned enough. I've managed to dodge that crowd." I respond. "Callie?" I call and wave over. She excuses herself politely and comes into the kitchen with Noah attached to her hip.

"I'm pretty sure I've set up three play dates for Sofia in the last ten minutes."

"Poor kid." Mark mumbles. "Little man has been attached to you all day, is he okay?" He asks tickling Noah's stomach making him giggle.

"Yeah, I just think he's overwhelmed. I'm sure once he gets some birthday cake he'll be all good." Callie says kissing Noah's cheek. "So what's up?"

"Alcohol? Do we have anymore?" I ask turning grabbing some more food out of the refrigerator.

"Between the moms in the living room with their wine and the hospital people in the basement with the heavy stuff we should be almost out I think, but—"

"Damn, that sucks." Mark interrupts.

"But..." My wife says throwing Mark a look. "I stashed some extra stuff in the trunk of my car. Feel free to go get it." She says taking her keys out her pocket and tossing them to Mark.

"You're a lifesaver, Cal."

"Yeah, yeah, do me a favor and don't get too drunk. I'm sure Sofia wants you to remember her sixth birthday party."

"Oh I'm good, it's the other folks in the basement that might be wasted. I didn't know how much Karev could drink."

"He can definitely throw them back."

"So be honest, any hot moms over there?" He grins towards Callie, who quickly notices my glare and decides not to answer.

"You know Mark, you'd have to go over there and judge for yourself." My wife coolly replies. "I'm sure they'd all love to meet Sofia's dad."

"You're right. I may have to go over and introduce myself." He says surveying the crowd. "I'll be back."

"So how's it going in her here, babe?" Calliope asks grabbing some pretzels and feeding herself and Noah.

"Pretty good, the kids seem to be enjoying the outside activities and I've checked on Emma a few times and it looks like she's got things under control."

"Mommy! Mama! Look!" Sofia yells barreling into the kitchen. "I've got a butterfly on cheek!" She cheers pointing to the blue and green artwork on the face.

"I see! It looks very pretty, Sof!" I say picking her up.

"When will the magic man be here?"

"Any minute, sweetie." As soon as the words leave my mouth the doorbell rings. "Maybe that's him now!" She dashes off to the door while I take Noah from Callie and she takes some food out to the backyard.

"Can I open the door, mommy?" She pleads with her big brown eyes.

"Sure." I reply coming up behind her. She slowly opens the heavy door and to her disappointment it's not the magician.

"Oh. It's Emily." She frowns.

"Sofia!" I hiss between my teeth. "Apologize please."

"Sorry Emily. I wanted it to be the magic man."

"Oh hey! It's Stacy and Emily!" Callie comments coming to stand next to me. "I'm glad you could make it. Please come in." She urges, ushering everyone inside.

"Thanks again for inviting us. I want you to meet my wife, Trish. Honey, this is Sofia, Callie, and-"

"Arizona." She says waving at me. It takes a second for me to put the pieces together, but then I remember that platinum blonde hair and seductive smile that attracted me to her in the first place.

"Oh, you guys already know each other?" My wife asks. Neither of us says anything, but instead we look around hoping that something or someone else will distract us and luckily something does. The doorbell rings again and I'm hoping it's the magician.

"Doorbell!" Noah yells.

"The magic man! The magic man!" Sofia cheers as she opens the door. "Are you the magic man?" She asks.

"I am! I'm looking for Arizona Robbins."

"Hi, hey, that's me! Um, let me show you to the back." I quickly divert my intention to the magician before me. "Sof, take Emily and gather your friends around outside."

"Wait, I'm confused. How do you guys know each other?" My wife questions, not letting me leave the foyer.

"Yeah, I think I'd like to know too." Stacy agrees.

"I'll tell you later." Trish and I say at the same time, making it even more awkward. I make my way to the backyard with Noah and pass him off to Emma while I help the magician set up and get the kids in order. I stand in the back while kids oohhh and ahhhh over the many tricks he begins to preform.

"Arizona." Trish whispers, joining me outside.

"Trish."

"We never got that fourth date."

"I told you I was moving to Seattle."

"I thought you were just trying to get rid of me."

"Well if I were trying to get rid of you I wouldn't have agreed to a second and third date. Besides, I thought you told me you weren't looking for a relationship."

"Yeah, I was kinda playing hard to get." She shrugs.

"Well it doesn't matter now, it seems that we're both happy."

"It seems so."

"What are you doing in Seattle anyway?"

"My company temporarily relocated me for six months and I decided to stay. I met Stacy in the meantime and the rest is well…you know."

"Yeah…"

"You and Callie?"

"I met her when I first moved here. She was my neighbor and then things just went from there."

"I see. Two kids, a nice house, and that big, fancy ring on your finger." She notes, looking down at my hand where I'm unconsciously fidgeting with my engagement ring. I only wear it on certain occasions and today when I was getting ready I thought I'd put it on. I think Callie likes when I wear it because she carefully picked it out and I kind of told her I didn't want it, but it stills feels odd wearing something so big on my finger.

"Yeah, life is pretty good right now. Can't really complain."

"Callie wants to know when we should do cake." Mark says, alerting me of his presence and earning some shushes from the kids. "Oh hello, I'm Mark. Father of the birthday girl." He smirks, reaching his hand out for Trish to take.

"I'm Trish, mother of a friend of the birthday girl. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to say hello to the other parents inside." She smiles goodbye and Mark watches as she walks away.

"Tell me she's single. She's got a great smile and a fantastic as—"

"Mark, can you not please? Stay out here, I'll go talk to Callie. Also, you're paying the magician."

"What? Why me?"

"Cause I said so." I deadpan.

"Fine, how much?"

"A thousand bucks." In actuality he only costs five hundred dollars, but I want to mess with Mark and I know he'll never say no to anything for Sofia.

"A thousand bucks! He better be able to fly!" Ignoring him, I walk back inside and find Callie getting the cake, candles, and matches ready.

"How much longer do you think he'll be?"

"I think we booked him for an hour. He's only been here ten minutes, maybe in a few we can pause for cake."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"You good?"

"Sure, I mean half the parents are tipsy and I just checked on the people in the basement and it smells like a bar down there. And I—who's Trish, Arizona?" She says sternly with a slight strain in her voice.

"Stacy's wife."

"I'm not dumb, Arizona. Clearly you guys know each other and not in the 'I saw you at the PTA meeting last week' way."

"Okay, I'll tell you everything, but not right now."

"Well, I'd like to know now. There's some women in my house that knows you in a not-so-platonic-way I'm assuming." I can sense a few eyes on us as Callie's voice grows.

"If you wanna know, I'll tell you, but we're not doing this right here."

"Fine, then let's go upstairs." She states, leading the way. Dodging some looks and a few whispers I follow Callie upstairs and into our bedroom.

"I met Trish right after grad school. We went on three dates, then I moved here and never spoke to her again."

"Three dates, huh?"

"Yeah…what are you getting at?"

"Oh come on, everyone knows what three dates mean." She says rolling her eyes.

"Callie, that three date 'rule' is so superficial."

"Did you guys sleep together?" My wife asks folding her arms across her chest defensively.

"It seriously doesn't matter. Not to mention, when Jordan showed up at Sof's second party I had to deal with it and you guys were practically engaged. I sulked for ten minutes and then got over it, which is saying a lot since you guys work together and she even tried to get you back. For all I know she could be hitting on you everyday at the hospital."

"Oh Arizona, come on. You know that's not happening. We don't even work together that much."

"All I'm saying is that this is absolutely nothing. She's happily married and not even thinking about me. It was just a shock to see her. I don't know, maybe we were cursed at some point and our exes will pop up at every birthday party Sofia has." Finally cracking a smile, Callie begins to laugh.

"I don't even have that many exes, but I agree with you on that curse theory."

"I'm starting to believe it myself, babe." I joke. "Now, we have lots of kids and parents, plus a huge birthday cake to go present to our little girl. So can we go back downstairs?"

"Yeah, I'm just going to use the bathroom real quick. I'll meet you downstairs." Walking back downstairs, I run into Teddy and Henry.

"Arizona, finally! I was looking for you." She greets, giving me a hug. "Where's Sofia? Henrry and I kinda went overboard at the toy store and we have a bunch of gifts for her."

"Aw, that's nice of you. I doubt she needs any more toys, but I'm sure she'll be grateful. Henry, you can take those to the basement if you want."

"Sure, is that where the rest of the guys are?" He asks knowingly.

"Yep, have fun!" He nods in understanding and walks away. "Um, the kids are outside watching a rabbit pop out of a hat and we're about to light a birthday cake. Thanks for coming."

"Of course! I wouldn't miss this. You and Callie throw some great birthday parties." She compliments, looking around at all the people and decorations.

"Come back in a few weeks, we'll have another one for Noah."

"Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt, but is the birthday cake gluten free?" One mother asks. "Also, was it made in a peanut factory, because my daughter is allergic?" Another one inquires.

"The cake isn't gluten free and I'm not entirely sure about the peanuts, but we do have gluten free cupcakes as a substitute."

"That'll work, thank you. Also, is there any more white wine? Some of our glasses are getting a little low."

"Yeah, in the kitchen."

"Thanks, I'll go get it." Both mothers dash off seemingly satisfied with my answers.

"Oh gosh. I'm totally not ready for knit picky parents."

"I know, right? Sofia wanted a regular vanilla with pink frosting. She could care less if it had gluten or not as long as it is sugary and sweet she'll be okay.….wait, you said you're not ready."

"What?"

Closing the small gap between us, I stare Teddy down, "Teds, are you pregnant?"

"Me? Pregnant?" She scoffs, but not giving me a straight answer.

"You're so pregnant! Oh my gosh!" I squeal with excitement.

"Shh, keep it down. Alright, yes. I'm pregnant. But I haven't even told Henry yet."

"Congratulations!" I engulf her in huge hug. "Wait, why haven't you told him yet?"

"Cause I just took the test a few days ago, and I'm trying to think of a creative way to tell him."

"Oh my gosh, I'm so happy!"

"Yeah, yeah, enough about me. We'll have time to celebrate later. I think it's cake time now."

"Right! Cake, almost forgot." The party lasts for another hour or so before people starting heading out. It was the last time Sofia would see most of her classmates until the Fall, so she had to give each and every guest a hug goodbye. Instead of cleaning up, we decided to leave it until tomorrow and we all went to bed early from a long day. The next morning we had Sunday brunch with Mark to celebrate Sofia's actual birthday. We had the party on Saturday because it was probably easier for everyone. After that, Mark went back to California and we came home to finish cleaning up from the day before.

"How's the basement clean up coming along?" Walking down the basement stairs, I see Callie walking around with a big trash bag and throwing stuff inside it.

"Pretty good. Lots of empty bottles. Sof and Noah?"

"I set them up with a movie in the living room." Sitting down in one of the big, leather chairs I watch as she picks up cups and bottles from different spots all over.

"I'm sure they love that."

"Oh yeah, I threw in some popcorn and big comfy pillows. I don't think they'll be moving for at least an hour."

"Good…you know what I realized."

"Hmm?"

"Well I'm on these fertility drugs and next week is our first insemination, but we don't have a donor."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we haven't selected anyone to use."

"Oh, well I guess I just figured we'd use Noah's donor. We still have some of his sperm left over and we already did a background check on him."

"Well we could, but what about you and using someone from a similar background to yours."

"Oh I mean I don't really mind. Our baby doesn't have to look like me, and I know it's more than just looks, but still. I'll love our kid regardless, not to mention you've got some beautiful and powerful genes, so I'm not sure how much the baby would look like me. I think we got pretty lucky that Noah got my blue eyes."

"True, but we could always look at our options."

"If you really want to we can, but I'm telling you it's okay. I honestly haven't thought about it that much because I just assumed we'd use Noah's donor. We spent a lot of time going over people and I'm very satisfied with who we settled on."

"Are you sure?" She asks, setting down her trash bag and coming to sit next to me.

"Calliope, I'm one hundred percent positive. All that matter is that was have a healthy, happy baby that we get to call our own and bring into our family."

"Okay then. Well our appointment is next week."

"Just tell me the time and place and I'll be there." I say giving her a kiss on the lips.

"Good, now I'm tired of cleaning. How about we go crash the movie viewing party upstairs." Callie says, pulling me up.

"Sounds good, I'm right behind you!"

Thanks for reading! Thank you also to musicforsoul for helping me!