A/N: Just a note- There's such a stigma about teen parents, that I did want to show that there are some that don't fall into that category. I like to think that if such a thing had happened to me as a teenager, I would have been as good a mother as Callie. Doesn't mean she has everything figured out, what parent ever does?

Chapter 7

Fingers drummed impatiently on the desk as she waited for the phone to pick up on the other end. "Come on, pick up. I really need to talk to you," she pleaded.

"Arizona, what's wrong?" a voice finally spoke out of nowhere.

"Nothing's wrong. I just needed to talk," Arizona answered.

"At midnight?"

"It's not…" looking at the clock, she realized it was 11 and with the time difference it was an hour later. "Sorry, bro. Didn't realize it was so late."

"It's okay. What did you need to talk about?" Tim asked, trying to wake himself up. He had an early morning, but he'd sacrifice sleep for his little sister.

"The fact that Callie has a baby," the blonde spoke so quickly it took her brother a minute to figure out what she'd said. She hoped Callie wouldn't mind her telling Tim, but she needed to work through her thoughts with someone.

"Callie, your friend, has a baby. Did I hear that right?"

"Yeah, a five-month old baby. She's really cute, looks just like Callie," Arizona couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face when she thought of them both.

"I'm sorry, sis."

"Thanks. Wait, why are you sorry?"

"Because you liked her."

Arizona was confused. What was Tim saying? "What does me liking her have to do with anything?"

"She has a kid and you're just teenagers. Get involved with her and you get involved with her kid too." He tried to explain. "Plus doesn't that kinda prove she's straight?"

"No, not really. Especially how she got pregnant." She went on to explain to him what her friend had told her. "She's so cute," Arizona said again, talking about Amelia. "Even you couldn't refuse her chubby little cheeks."

Tim could hear the smile in his sister's voice and how attached she already was. It worried him some. He really hoped she didn't get hurt in the long run. "Be careful," he advised.

"We're just friends, and if that's all we ever are I'll be happy," she tried to reassure him, trying to make herself believe it as well. Amelia's existence did lean more towards Callie being straight, or possibly bisexual.

"I know, but still. I'd hate to see you hurt," Tim told her honestly, bringing her out of her thoughts and back to the conversation. "I love you."

"I love you, too. And I promise to be careful. But you should see her with her daughter. She's an amazing mom. She could possibly give ours a run for her money," Arizona joked. "She's not like the other teen parents you see on TV. Amelia comes first."

"She sounds amazing," he said, using his sister's favorite word. He really hoped this Callie didn't end up breaking Arizona's heart, because she sounded like the kind of person he'd like to see his sister end up with. Too bad he'd never hit a girl, because if it was a guy that broke his Arizona's heart, he'd have no trouble beating the shit out of him.

"So what about you? Settling in okay? Meet any girls yet?" Arizona asked him in rapid succession, barely taking a breath. He laughed, loving the energy she always seemed to have. The way they grew up wasn't easy, but it'd never stopped her from being happy and very hyper at times.

"Yes and no, in order. That's all you're going to get, because it's late and I have an early day tomorrow."

"Aw, man," she pouted.

"I'll call you sometime tomorrow, alright?"

"Fine," she begrudgingly agreed. Knowing he was right and she probably needed to get to bed as well. She did have school after all. "I'll talk to you tomorrow though."

"Night, baby sis."

"Night, big bro," she told him, before hitting the end call button. She really missed him being just in the next room. Flopping back on her bed, she sighed, letting the events of the day go through her mind as she drifted into slumber.

~CA~

A cry startled Callie out of a deep sleep. She should be used to it by now, but it never failed to make her heart race when her daughter woke her up. Looking at the clock, she saw it was barely four a.m. Groaning, she rolled over to look inside the playpen nestled next to her bed. Tears had already poured down her baby's cheeks. This was the fourth time tonight she'd woken up, which is why Callie pulled out the portable crib. It was easier than walking to her daughter's room every hour or so.

Leaning over, she pulled the baby into her arms, holding her tightly to her. Almost instantly Amelia calmed down to just a dull whimper. "What's a matter, mija?" she asked the infant soothingly. "You're not wet, you shouldn't be hungry." Placing a kiss on her forehead, she laid back and settled the baby on her chest.

Within a minute, Amelia was back to sleep. She tried not to go to sleep with the baby on the bed with her, but maybe this once wouldn't hurt. She could really use a little bit more sleep. Maybe if she let Amelia stay there on her chest she could get some. It seemed tonight was just one of those nights the baby just needed a little comfort.

The next time she looked at the clock it was almost six and she sighed in relief. Amelia was still snoozing on her chest and for that she was grateful that they'd both managed to get some sleep finally. Although this was going to mess up both of their schedules for the day.

Moving as carefully as possible, she laid her in the crib and moved to the bathroom. Leaving the door open so she could hear if Amelia woke up, she jumped in to take a quick shower. Before Amelia she'd spend a half-hour or more in the shower, she'd now managed to cut that time down to ten minutes or so.

"All right, gorgeous girl, let's get you ready for the day," she told the infant, once she was all dressed and ready. Of course Amelia was still half asleep as she changed her diaper and dressed her for the day.

"Come on, sleepy head. You gotta drink your bottle so mommy can get to school on time," she tried, wiggling the bottle in her daughter's mouth. She should probably just let Sandra handle her morning bottle, but she hated to do that. It took a few minutes, but she finally latched on and started to drink. She'd have to grab her own breakfast and eat it on the drive to school.

"Sorry, I'm late," Callie told Mrs. Montgomery as soon as she finally made it to school almost 10 minutes late. She looked around the room, glad there were no other students in the room currently. "Amelia had a bad night last night."

"It's alright, Callie," Addison Montgomery told her honestly, causing the girl to let out a relieved sigh. That was the reason, after all, that she was an office aide first thing in the morning. So that if she was late to school it wouldn't matter much. It was something the office faculty, Callie, and her father all agreed on before school started.

Actually if her father had his way, she'd still be doing home-school. He tried to get her to stay home, but she argued it was her senior year and she wanted to at least try to enjoy it. Carlos Torres wasn't a man who usually lost arguments, but he finally relented this time.

The vice-principal smiled at Callie. She'd seen a lot of the girls in this school get pregnant, but none of them had been Callie Torres. She'd always been a favorite of the teachers because of how hard she worked, so when her father came to them about her pregnancy, they all wanted to help her out anyway they could. Every girl deserved the chance to succeed, but they knew the young Torres would take the opportunity and not let the situation be a setback for her.

"How's she doing?" Addison asked her.

"Other than last night, she's doing really well. I think she's starting to show signs of separation anxiety though. I think that's what her problem was last night."

"It's possible," Addison agreed. She didn't have children herself, but her own schooling had taught her things about children of all ages. "She's too little to understand why you're not there sometimes, and that you'll always come back."

"I know, it just makes it hard. I hate seeing her upset," Callie said, emotion thick within her voice.

"I know you do, sweetie. It'll get better," she told the teenager, giving her a pat on the shoulder before moving over to her desk to get some work done.

~CA~

"Hey, you made it," Arizona said, behind Callie's ear, startling her a little. She had been waiting in their meeting place hoping her friend would show, even though she hadn't been there that morning.

"Yeah, sorry, we had a bad night," Callie told her, knowing the blonde would understand. Arizona just nodded, and let Callie lead her to someplace quiet to eat so that they could talk. They'd been eating lunch away from the cafeteria ever since Arizona learned about Amelia, so they could talk more freely.

"You look exhausted," Arizona observed aloud.

"Yeah, like I said, bad night. Neither of us got much sleep." Callie leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes. She wished she could just go to sleep, but they had one more class and then she'd get home and have to take care of Amelia. "She cried half the night. I think she's starting to realize I leave her during the day."

"Awe, my poor baby," Arizona said sadly, feeling bad for the little girl. She spent the weekend before with Callie and Amelia, just hanging out at the house. She'd enjoyed the time with both of them. Amelia might not be able to do much yet, but that didn't stop Arizona from having fun playing with her. "Separation anxiety, huh?"

"Yeah, you guessed it," Callie answered, giving her friend a look, silently asking her how she knew that.

Arizona just smiled, she wasn't about to admit she'd been reading up on babies in her spare time. Maybe that was going a little too far, but she liked spending time with Amelia and she wanted to be prepared. Not only with babies in general, but preemies as well. She hoped she'd made a friend for life in Callie, so that meant Amelia would be in her life as well.

They finished their lunch mostly in silence, every now and then sharing a thought or two. When the bell finally rang, signaling they needed to head to their next class, Arizona had to practically pry Callie up off of the floor.

Even the energy in psychology class wasn't enough to keep Callie from wanting to fall asleep. She struggled the whole way through to keep her eyes open. Arizona couldn't help the worried look that appeared on her face each time she glanced over to see Callie's eyes had closed again.

Callie knew she must have dozed off when the bell suddenly rang, startling her eyes back open. It felt like she was moving in slow motion as she tried to gather her things back into her backpack. It took more effort than she wanted to admit to get out of the chair.

"Give me your keys," Arizona told her when they reached her car. She hadn't even noticed that Arizona had walked with her all the way to her car.

"Why?" the Latina asked, trying not to yawn unsuccessfully.

"That's why. I'm driving you home so you don't fall asleep at the wheel. Then I'm going to keep Amelia entertained while you do your homework so you can go to bed when she does." Callie could hear the conviction in Arizona's voice, she wasn't about to be swayed on this.

"What about your homework?" she attempted to argue.

"Fine, we'll take turns. Don't argue with me," the blonde sternly said. Callie needed help, and she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Now give me your keys," she ordered, holding her hand out."

"I know you want to be a good mom, but sometimes you have to accept a little help," Arizona told her once they were both settled in the car and on the way to the Torres home. "I know you don't want her to be with Sandra any longer than necessary. That's why I'm coming home with you. We'll work together to keep her entertained and she'll know your there whether I'm playing with her or not."

Callie had to admit, Arizona was right. Her friend wouldn't see her as a job and treat her as such. That would be the big difference between leaving her in Arizona's hands versus Sandra's. She was worried about this separation anxiety thing, but so long as she was in the same room where Amelia could see her, it should be okay.

"What about your mom? Won't she worry?" Callie asked, not wanting Arizona to get in trouble for not coming home.

"I sent her a text before class ended."

"Okay," Callie finally agreed, knowing Arizona would know she was also agreeing to having a little bit of help.

"Good."

"Um, Arizona, you passed my street," Callie pointed out.

"I know, we're stopping for some coffee first. You need the caffeine." Callie just smiled, Arizona knew her too well. She had a serious coffee addiction. Giving it up during pregnancy was probably the worst thing she ever experienced.

"Thank you," Callie told her sincerely.

"You don't have to thank me. That's what friends are for."