It was three in the morning when Arizona stirred once again. She had been crying silently into her pillow since the incident with Callie occurred. The brunette had followed her path a few minutes after she had walked off to her room. Callie had then knocked on her door for about an hour before she had given up when Arizona had insisted with a shaky voice to 'just go to sleep'.

Arizona knew she should have unlocked the door and confronted the situation she had put herself in, but it was too hard. She didn't have the strength in her to go through another discussion nor she had the heart to see how she had devastated Callie once again. All she wanted to do was to curl into a little ball in the bed and cry until the world stopped seeming real - and that was exactly what she did.

Her head was pounding due to the nonstop crying, her eyes burned and were swollen due to their strained state, her throat had gone dry due to her swallowing the inconsolable sobs, her stomach had fought against the tension and wrenching of her body slightly shaking and as a result it burned and felt sore.

Arizona held the spot where she had an incision from the surgery she had gone through and put on her leg once again and cringed as she felt the muscle in her stump fight against its new restraint - she should have known better than to stay in the same, tense position for hours.

As she stood up she felt a wave of lightheadedness assault her and held tightly to the nightstand beside her. She figured she was probably dehydrated and decided on getting some nice, fresh, cold water to cool off.

She walked painfully slow - clutching onto her side and wincing as she limped down the stairs. When she finally arrived to the first floor she closed her eyes as she tried to steady herself and fight off the dizziness.

God, why did I pick this house?

As she reopened her eyes she could see through the corner of her eye, not even five feet away, her cane. She thanked the universe for not failing her for once because she was almost positive that she probably wouldn't make it to the kitchen if it weren't with a little help.

With the help of her cane she made it to the kitchen in less than ten minutes. She opened the fridge and drank from a water bottle. As she put the now empty bottle in the recycling bin, she grimaced as her stomach growled. She took the cold soup that Callie had made earlier that night and put it in the microwave to heat up. She drank her soup and immediately felt relief in her body - she felt more awake and conscious of her surroundings, her stomach still hurt but it wasn't as painful as it had been earlier.

When she was finished, she headed back up to the second floor of the house with the help of her cane. She began to walk towards her room but then decided against it - being alone in the state she was in didn't seem like such a good idea.

She turned away from her door and headed towards her daughter's room - her little girl could make her feel a thousand times better by just being there.

As she walked in the room, she couldn't help but smile as she saw her daughter sprawled out in her tiny bed, she was just like Callie , hogging up all the room.

She walked closer to the tiny bed and looked at her daughter's features. Her hair was in an extremely messy ponytail since she insisted on having her hair tied up loosely in a ponytail, because in her four year old opinion, it caused her room to feel cooler.

"You are so silly, big girl," Arizona told her sleeping daughter and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face causing the little girl to stir.

"Mami?"

Arizona's heart clenched. Her daughter was so young, innocent, and pure and yet, she had managed to turn her world upside down once again. "No, baby. It's mommy - you're momma," she whispered and smiled.

Sofia stirred once again and turned so she was facing her mother, grinning happily at her, "Momma, you're still here?"

Tears sprung Arizona's eyes. She almost forgot that her daughter wasn't used to having her around as much, "Yep, I'm still here," she told her and received a grin in return.

"That is awesome!" the little girl exclaimed causing the blonde to chuckle.

"It is, huh?" Arizona whispered and grinned back at her little girl causing Sofia to nod.

Suddenly Sofia's expression turned serious as she sat up and looked into her mother's eyes, "Momma, why you sad?" she frowned.

Arizona furrowed her eyebrows. How did she know?

"What makes you think I'm sad, baby?" the blonde asked.

Sofia held out her hand to caress her mother's cheek, "You're eyes look sad… and fat."

Arizona chuckled and held back the tears, "You mean puffy? Well, I was a little sad but now I'm feeling a lot better now that I'm here with you."

Sofia smiled, "I'm happy you're here with me. I… missed you a lot," she said sadly.

Arizona smiled sadly at her daughter, "I've missed you a whole bunch too, boo," she said and tickled her daughter's sides, earning a few giggles from the toddler.

As her laughter settled down, the young girl looked at her mother once again, "Were you sad cause you don't see me so much anymore, momma?"

The blonde sat next to her daughter who placed her head on her lap. "You are too smart for your own good, little munchkin. I was sad because I missed you. But luckily, now, I get to tickle you and hug you and kiss your cute nose," she told her little girl applying actions to her words as she had said them, "I'm really happy to be with my little Sofia," she whispered softly and Sofia let out a tired yawn.

"I'm happy with you too, momma," the little girl responded tiredly.

Arizona ran her fingers through wild, almost loose curls and smiled at her daughter's comment, "You sleepy, bug?"

Sofia stubbornly shook her head in denial, "Nope," she lied, "Hey, momma?"

"Yeah, boo?"

"Will you sing me our song?" the little girl asked in a sleepy voice.

*flashback*

"Wanna play tag?" Sofia asked Kevin, a six year old who Sofia had been playing with since she arrived at the park.

Kevin pondered, "Nah."

Sofia frowned, "But I don't wanna sit here anymore. All we do is sit in the sand. Let's run!" she tried to encourage her new friend.

Kevin huffed, "Okay… fine. You're it!" he said before running off, still mindful of being close enough for his father to see him.

Sofia jumped and ran off towards the little boy, aware of staying close enough so that her mothers could see her.

The little girl ran after Kevin, right between the swings that were surprisingly empty.

"I'm gonna catch you!" she told him between giggles.

The little boy shook his head in denial, "Not if you can't get me."

Sofia crawled under one of the swings and managed to tap Kevin's leg. As she stood up she tried to run as fast as she could towards the opposite direction in attempts to fall out of reach.

Just after three steps, Kevin managed to catch Sofia, accidentally pushing her forcefully on the swing. The hook holding onto the swing seat managed to get caught between the little girl's blouse causing it to tear greatly when Sofia managed to get back up.

Sofia's lips quivered as she saw how torn the shirt her mami had gotten her was, "Oh, no… Mami is going to be so mad at me! She just got me this shirt and I already break it!" she said and tears fell from her face.

"Oh… I-I didn't mean to. It was a mistake!" Kevin said fearfully and got in front of her, trying to block her view from where her mom sat. He really didn't want to get his friend in trouble, but he was also scared of what punishment he would receive, "Maybe I can talk to you mom so she knows it was me and not you?"

Sofia nodded her head and cried harder when she saw she was bleeding also. The hook managed to slightly scratch the scar across her chest from when she was born, "You have to talk to my other momma too. I think I broke the sir-gery on my heart!" she said through tears.

Kevin furrowed his eyebrows, "You have two moms?" he asked.

Sofia nodded her head, "Yeah. You gotta talk to the one that's like me about my shirt and the one with yellow hair about by broken heart. Hurry!"

The younger boy seemed to be having a hard time processing what was being said to him, "You're so weird! You have two moms and a weird thing on your heart!" he expressed.

"I not weird!" she defended herself.

"Yes you are! You don't see two moms in story books. You know why? Because it's not normal!" he explained. He was scared of getting in trouble and nervous about his new friend - he was on edge. He knew he shouldn't be putting his friend, the one he injured, down. But he was desperately trying to find an excuse as to why he did what he did. He was wrong - deep inside he knew it, but he didn't want to accept it.

"Stop it!" Sofia exclaimed, "You're being mean!"

Kevin felt overwhelmed with the current situation and broke, "And yellow hair?! If you're 'mom' has yellow hair, then she doesn't look like you! And you know what that means? SHE'S NOT YOUR MOM, YOU FREAK!" he yelled.

"DON'T TALK LIKE THAT ABOUT MY MOMMA!" Sofia yelled back and pushed him on the ground, "MOMMAAAA!" she called for her mother through tears as she ran off looking for her.

Arizona and Callie were already on their way over to their daughter. When they saw the little boy blocking Sofia's way they simply thought they were playing, it wasn't until the yelling that they jumped out of their seats and ran towards their baby girl.

Once she saw her mothers getting close by, Sofia jumped right into Arizona's arms who held her close to her chest and rubbed soft circles on her back as she cried into her neck.

"Sofia, baby, what happened?" the blonde asked her daughter, worry evident in her voice. Sofia shook her head, letting her mother know she didn't want to talk about it yet. Whenever she had a problem, she acted out just like both her mothers - she needed time to herself before she spoke about it, just like Arizona and she let the emotions get the better of her just like Callie.

Callie looked worriedly towards Arizona, trying to find answers as to why her daughter was so upset but didn't receive any.

"Her shirt is broken and her chest is scratched - she's bleeding a little but nothing major. What the heck happened?" Arizona notified and asked herself.

"Um, excuse me ladies," a man approached them, holding a little boy by the hand, "My son here, Kevin, came over to me crying and I figured it had to do with your daughter since they had been playing not even a few seconds ago."

"Excuse me, are you trying to tell me my daughter is the one at fault here? Because she's the one who came here bleeding with a torn shirt. Your son seems to be just fine!" Callie defended her child and felt Arizona hold her hand - she knew her wife was trying to calm her down before things got too out of hand.

"I'm not implying anything," the man assured, "In fact, my son just told me what happened. They were playing tag and he pushed your daughter by mistake and I guess she got caught on the swings hook, which I guess is how her shirt got torn. He also told me he started saying some harsh stuff to her - implying things about your family. I'm really sorry about what happened, really, I am," he apologized and cut Callie off when he realized she was going to speak, "And also, I'd like to explain that this is not something I am brushing off. I recognize that my son's actions were dishonorable and disrespectful. But trust me when I say, he usually isn't like this," he shook his head sadly, "My wife and I are divorcing and ever since we've told him, every time he senses he'll be in trouble, he acts out and tries to hurt people's feelings. It is not something we condone which is why he has been visiting a child therapist recently. Also, our family has no problem with different types of families. It is not personal - Kevin here has an uncle who's happily married to his husband. He knows that families come in all shapes and sizes - he's just having an outburst, but if you feel like it has made a too big of an impact on your daughter, I will happily pay for a session between my son and your daughter so that we can all make amends."

Callie and Arizona stood still for a second as they tried to process all the information. They hated that their daughter had been picked on for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, but they also felt compassion towards the little boy. They both remembered how difficult it had been for Sofia when they had separated those few months after Arizona's infidelity.

"Kevin, is there something you'd like to say?" his father encouraged him.

"I'm sorry, Sofia. I didn't mean to be so mean to you. I was just really scared and didn't know what to do," he explained, "You're not weird and I know your moms are your family and that your mom is your mom… Can you forgive me?"

Sofia slowly lifted her head from her mother's shoulder and simply nodded her head. She was still hurt and confused as to why he said what he said, but her mothers had always taught her not to hold a grudge against people because all people made mistakes.

"Thank you, Kevin," Callie finished as she noticed her wife and daughter were still in a state of shock and hurt.

The ride back home had been extremely quiet. Callie drove while Arizona opted to sit in the back seat right next to Sofia who had fallen asleep, too tired from crying.

When they had arrived they ordered pizzas and watched a movie, trying to give a quiet Sofia the space she needed before she could speak up about what had happened. They usually gave her a whole 24 hours to herself and if she didn't speak about it in that timeline, they would intervene.

The little girl approached Callie, who was sitting on the floor by the coffee table and gave her a sweet kiss and hug.

"What was that for, baby?" Callie asked.

"I getting tired, mami," she explained. It had been a long, hard day for her little mind.

"Want me to take you up for bed?" the older brunette asked.

Sofia shook her head, "I want momma to take me to bed," she replied and got closer to her blonde mother, "Can you tuck me in, momma?"

"Sure thing, big girl," Arizona smiled softly and headed towards her daughter's bedroom with her little girl beside her.

Sofia went through her nightly routine and changed into her pajamas, brushed her teeth, got her hair in a loose pony tail , and later lay in her bed while Arizona lay next to her. Her big girl bed was just that - pretty big.

"Kevin said you not my momma," she began and tears welled up in her eyes, "I know you and mami say families come in all s-shapes and sizes. But still… he said you not my momma."

Arizona mirrored her daughter's position and laid on her side so that she was facing the tiny brunette. Hearing her daughter's voice in such a sad state broke her heart, "How did that make you feel?" she asked her little girl. It was one of the things she and Sofia had in common, they had to have the information dragged out of them.

Sofia shrugged, "Not too good," she whispered, "He say you not my momma because I have black hair and you have yellow hair… Is that true? We not weally family?" she asked fearfully.

Arizona had to fight back and swallow the lump in her throat. She always feared this day would come, "Well, big girl. I love you with all my heart and that makes you my family. Sure, your mami got to carry you in her tummy but I was there too. I was there the whoooole way through," she said and smiled at the memories of a pregnant Callie, "I was there for when you started kicking in her tummy. I was there to buy your mami some pickles because you wanted some. And then when you were born I got a little scared because you and mami weren't doing too good. I was really sad because I wanted my two girls to get better. But you know what?"

"What, momma?" Sofia smiled, she knew this story and she loved to hear it.

"Every time I got to go see you, it was like all the bad, scary stuff had gone away. Being with you made me feel safe and happy. Gosh, I was so happy to finally have you here with me. And then you and your mom got better and your dad and I got to bring you girls back home. I was always checking on you because I wanted to make sure you were feeling comfortable and happy too. Your mom and dad would sometimes tell me to leave you alone cause I was hogging up all your space, but I couldn't help it! You were finally here, with me, in our home. How could I stay still when I finally got to bring you home? It wasn't possible. I was too happy to finally have you here… to have my baby girl with me," she said and caressed Sofia's cheek, "And every time I was with you - every time I am with you, I can't believe how perfect you are. Every little thing of you is perfect and what makes you even more perfect is that you're my baby girl and every time I'm with you I love you a little more."

Sofia grinned happily, "I love you too, momma."

"I love you more, big girl," Arizona smiled at her baby girl, "And mami and I are always going to be your family no matter what just like I'm always going to be your momma, okay?"

Sofia nodded her head, "I believe you."

"Now that we're talking about families and love…how about I sing you a song about that?"

*end of flashback*

"Of course I'll sing you our song, big girl," Arizona said and began to sing.

"If you're feeling down or weak
You can always count on me
I will always pick you up
Nothing's ever gonna change
Nothing's gettin' in my way
I will always hold you up,"
she sang and softly kissed Sofia's forehead.

"Anything
Come what may
Don't look back forget yesterday
Forget yesterday

It's not where you come from
It's where you belong
Nothin' I would trade
I wouldn't have it any other way
You're surrounded
By love and you're wanted
So never feel alone
You are home with me
Right where you belong…" she let her voice drift off as she realized her daughter had fallen asleep.

"I love you, big girl," she told her sleeping little girl and headed out of the room.

Once she closed the door almost shut, she turned and jumped, "Damn it, Callie! You scared me!" she exclaimed once she saw the tired form of her ex-wife in front of her. She could tell the brunette had a rough night, but she just wasn't ready to talk about it yet.

"I-I'm sorry. I just heard stuff on the baby monitor and when I looked you were there with Sofia. So, I realized you were very much awake and out of your room and I came here, hoping to probably talk?" the brunette rambled. She could tell Arizona had been crying for quite some hours as she saw the puffiness and irritation in her eyes.

She had never looked so defeated.

"I'm not really feeling it right now, Callie," Arizona said and let her shoulders fall as she began to walk off with the help of her cane.

"Y-You're walking with your cane… is everything alright? Is Sofia alright? Do you need me to give you a massage?" Callie asked as she walked behind her wife.

"She's fine. I just went to check up on her," the blonde replied.

"How about you? Are you okay?" the brunette asked.

"I'm fine, Callie," Arizona insisted. She felt embarrassed enough as it was with how the night had ended between them. She didn't want to feel flustered about having to walk with her cane because of the pain in her limb. If she thought about that, then she would think about all the crying from the precious night; and if she thought about the crying, she would think about what she did; and every time she thought of all the wrong things she had done, she just wanted to crawl up into a ball.

Callie felt even worse upon hearing Arizona's words. Her wife was lying about her pain because of her. She just kept hurting the blonde without even meaning to and she didn't know how to make things better.

"I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I wasn't trying to hurt you. I never have or have had any intentions of hurting you. It just happens… I keep screwing up and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for making you feel like you have to act a certain way when you're around me and… and I'm for being the cause of you doing things that hurt you," she finished and brushed off the tears that fell on her face.

Arizona shook her head, irritated by her ex-wife's insistence, "Gosh, Callie. Could you stop?"

"What?" Callie asked confusedly.

"Stop acting like this is all your fault and stop feeling guilty. Quit with the feeling of you being the cause of our issues - you're not! You aren't the problem, Callie. I am," the blonde explained and swallowed the lump in her throat. She was always the problem, "I act the way I act because it's how I feel. It's because I feel guilty 24/7," she explained, "I was the one who didn't want kids; I was the one who left for Africa; I was the one who didn't like Mark; I was the one who got us in a car crash; I was the one who decided to get on the fucking plane; I was the one who was abusive after my amputation; I was the one who lost our baby; I was the one who cheated on you; I was the one who slept with someone else after you decided to break up with me; I was the one who didn't feel ready to carry a baby again; I was the one who made you feel like you were drowning. It was me. I tried to take away one of Sofia's parents again. I did it because of me. Not because of what you've said or how you've made me feel. I'm not trying to punish you or make you beg. It hurts to be me and I'm acting this way because I'm tired of being me," she finished and wiped at the tears that fell from her eyes.

She had never been so disgusted in herself until now.

"Arizona… I-"

"Callie, please. I don't have it in me anymore," Arizona pleaded with the brunette, "We can talk about it later, just not now."

Callie nodded and headed back to her room and resumed her position of sitting on the bed, thinking about the blonde just a room away from her.

Arizona went back to her room, put her cane back next to the nightstand and took off her leg. She lay on her back and closed her eyes as she tried to fall asleep. Her lip quivered and tears fell pass her closed eyelids ignoring her pleas for them to not descend.

A peaceful night simply wasn't an option.


A/N: Hey, wonderful, readers. I know it was a short chapter, but I wanted to show how much Arizona guilt Arizona feels for almost leaving Sofia. Also, I thought it was necessary for Callie to realize that Arizona simply needed some space. Callie needed to know it wasn't personal, it was because of how Arizona felt about herself.

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