Arizona's POV

The drive home was silent. Callie stared out the window, watching as the scenery went by, her hand rested on her stomach. I couldn't believe how far she had come since the accident, sure she wasn't walking unaided, but she had upgraded to crutches. I rested my hand on her knee as we pulled onto the street.

"This is our street Calliope, the house is just up a couple of blocks" She looked at me and nodded her head.

"It looks like a beautiful street, but isn't it a little far from the hospital?"

I chose not to answer that, knowing that it would be a long while before she was able to return to work, and I had taken time off. I pulled into the driveway and looked at her waiting to hear what she thought about the house.

"It's beautiful Arizona, absolutely stunning" She said and slowly climbed out of the car. She hung onto the car and I handed her the crutches. We made our way into the house and I showed Callie around. She looked at me in awe.

"I love it baby, it is everything I dreamed off and more. The kitchen is perfect, I can definitely make chicken picata here." I knew she was trying to be happy, but there was definitely sadness beneath the surface. I knew it was because she wasn't healing as fast as she wanted to. Derek assured me that this was normal with the extent of Callie's injuries, and that she was healing as fast as normal. I installed a gym just off the kitchen with everything that could help Callie.

Callie headed into the living room and sank down in the couch, she look wore out and I knew that this was a lot for her to take in. I went into the kitchen and started making lunch and went back into check on her. I smiled as I seen her asleep on the couch with her hand on her stomach, guarding it from the outside world.