A/N: So sorry I accidentally posted a chapter from another fic in here yesterday. I have been trying to upload quickly for ya'll and copied and pasted wrong. OOOPS. Anywho, here is the REAL chapter 6.

Sure enough, a few months after baby Timothy was born, Callie had brought up moving back to London again.

Arizona loved their baby, she really did, but she wasn't cut out for this stay at home mom thing. She spent half the day watching CSPAN and ranting to the little bundle of joy about how stupid all the politicians were these days.

"I mean seriously Timothy, how can they think that is a good idea?" Arizona said as she cradled him and paced around the apartment.

"Stupid, stupid entitled assholes who don't give a damn about their country."

Callie was watching amused from the front door when she finally interrupted Arizona,

"Babe, as cute as it is watching you rant about politics to our tiny human, I think you are going a little bit crazy."

"Ugh Calliope, you should see what these stupid schoolboys are doing over in London. It's seriously so donkeybrained."

"Donkeybrained?"

"Yes donkeybrained. As in ass for brains."

"Why don't you do something about it?" Callie asked as she took Timothy from her wife.

"What?"

"Well if they are so stupid, why don't you run for office and make better decisions."

"Cause I'm busy changing diapers and getting him on a feeding schedule. And Sofia will be going to college soon and she needs me to keep her on track. She is just like you. Ugh it's so annoying. All free spirited and hey whateverrrr it will all work out."

Callie laughed, "she will be fine Arizona."

"Do you even know how difficult it is to get into the right school Calliope? She needs to ace her SATs this weekend and take some more advanced classes and definitely get involved in a club other than some garage band."

"I thought you said being in a band was hot?" Callie teased as she leaned in to greet her wife with a kiss.

"Yeah, hot for you. You think I want my daughter to be hot in a band. Hell no."

"She's fine Arizona, just let her be."

"Letting her be will get her pregnant!" Arizona exclaimed.

"You worry too much. Our daughter is far too smart to get knocked up."

"That's what you think, but that's cause you are an oblivious hotty."

"Um excuse me. Did you just insult me and compliment me in the same breath?"

"Don't be cute. Being a hotty means boys and girls fawn over you. Eventually you break down and land with someone. And she has the Robbin's dimples."

"Yes, those are irresistible," Callie said moving to kiss both of Arizona's dimples trying to distract her.

"You see, you are already making googly eyes at me just cause I mentioned dimples."

Later that evening, Callie and Arizona were in the kitchen with Timothy waiting on Sofia. She was late and not answering her phone. Callie was unconcerned, but Arizona was flipping out.

"I'm calling the cops if she doesn't show up in ten minutes."

"And what are you going to say?"

"That my daughter is out with some sperm filled adolescent boy."

"That will go over well."

"Not all boys are full of eager sperm Mommy," Sofia said as she entered the kitchen wearing a pretty revealing outfit that she had definitely not left the house in that morning.

"Sofia Robbin Torres, what the hell were you doing and what the hell are you wearing?"

"It's my new band uniform and I was at a gig. I swear I told you."

"That's okay baby, how did it go?"

"Good, I'm starved," Sofia said dishing herself up a plate.

"Unbelievable, she just performed dressed like a little tramp and you are okay with it Calliope."

"Babe, its cute and edgy."

"No, it's hot and skimpy. You will not wear that again do you hear me?"

"God Mom, get over it."

"Excuse me? Did you just tell me to get over it!"

"Jesus Arizona, sometimes you are ridiculous. I'm almost 18. Newsflash, I can make my own decisions. Sometimes I wish you would have just stayed in London. At least then I could live my life." Sofia regretted it the moment the words came out of her mouth and she saw Arizona's face. Instant tears fell from her eyes.

"Sofia, enough," Callie said grabbing Arizona's hand.

"You know what Sofia, that hurts. I gave up everything for you. And it's not my fault that I wasn't there for you most of your life, but I'm here now. You basically just hurt me in the worst possible way. Excuse me," Arizona said leaving the table, grabbing her keys, and running out the door.

"Mama, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Sof, that was so far out of line. I get you want to be independent and you don't like how strict Arizona can be. Baby, it's how she was raised, but she is trying. You are lucky to have someone who cares about you so much. I don't think you even realize how much you just hurt her right now."

"I know, I'll go find her."

"No, you've done enough today. She needs space."

Arizona drove around for a few hours crying and upset. Things had been so great for a while and she knew Sofia was just being a teenager. Callie was so carefree and she wanted to be like that, but it was hard because she was just trying to protect Sofia.

Finally, around 10 at night, Arizona returned to a very worried wife sitting on the couch waiting up.

"Arizona, thank god."

"I'm sorry, I just needed some time."

"I know, Sofia didn't mean what she said."

"It still hurt."

"I know baby, I'm sorry."

"Whatever. I'm fine now."

"You are obviously not fine Arizona. It's okay to be upset."

"I just want to shower and go to bed. You know Timothy will be up for a feeding by 1 am."

"I'll do it Arizona. You really don't have to keep getting up with me. I can nurse him myself."

"No, I'll get up. Besides, I like watching."

"You are so weird," Callie said placing a small kiss on her lips.

Arizona was sitting in her bed reading when Sofia came in with her head down.

"Mommy? Can we talk?"

"Sure Sof."

"I'm really sorry about what I said. I'm just all hormonal and you are always telling me I can't do things."

"I just care Sofia."

"I know, it's just hard. I'm used to Mama and she was always more supportive about my choices."

"You think I'm not supportive?"

"No you are, but you are supportive in a different way. About school and my future you are all for it, but you don't even know anything about my band. I love music. Mama makes it to my shows and you haven't even bothered."

"Wow, Sofia, I'm so sorry, I didn't think you would want me there."

"Of course I want you there."

"Then I'll be there."

"Okay, well I have something for you," Sofia said as she pulled out a bag.

"What is it?"

"It's my new uniform, you can have it. I won't wear it anymore."

"Sofia, you can wear it."

"No, I don't want to anymore. Maybe you could help me pick out another one?"

"I would love that."

"Great," Sofia said hugging her mom tightly.