A/N: Not super happy with this chapter but I wanted to get an update out. It sets up what a lot of you have been waiting for. Thanks for all the continued reviews. They make my day. Enjoy!

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Arizona managed to sleep until five the next morning when she woke up wide awake with a belly full of nerves. Alex was just happy that she managed to get some sleep. It was better than nothing.

Instead of waking the rest of her sleeping family that early in the morning, she decided to go for a walk and attempt to clear her head for the day to come. After awhile of walking around aimlessly, Arizona was sitting on a bench outside the hospital. The sun was starting to rise. She was mesmerized by the beauty of the world. Watching the sunrise was one of her favorite things to do in Malawi. Sunrises meant new beginnings. Everything that had happened the day before was over and she had a new day to help fix the tiny humans of Malawi. Today's sunrise didn't bring the peacefulness that she was used to; it brought anxiety and worry about what would happen that day. Arizona twirled a cigarette in her fingers as she leaned against the bench. It was unlit and she had no intention of lighting it but it still felt good to hold in her hand. Her mind was reeling as she thought about her son's upcoming surgery. It was a difficult procedure and there was no guarantee that Teddy would even be able to complete it due to the fragility of his cardiovascular system. This was the last stop before a transplant. If today didn't go well, there was nothing left to do but wait for a donor heart. A wait that Abe might not survive.

"Smoking causes cancer," Arizona heard a male voice bark from behind her. She didn't have the energy to turn her head to find the source of the voice. The emotional toll of the day had left her drained. After a moment, the person behind the voice made their presence known and sat next to her on the bench. "Smoking causes cancer, you know," Mark repeated himself.

"I'm not going to smoke it," Arizona dutifully replied.

"You okay?" Mark asked after taking in the ragged appearance of the blonde on the bench. He already knew the answer; his girlfriend had told him about the upcoming surgery.

Arizona shook her head no. "Just trying to psyche myself up for the day."

"Do you want me to get someone for you? Alex? Teddy?"

"No, I'm fine. I just needed some air."

The two sat in an uncomfortable silence for a beat. Arizona didn't understand what Mark wanted from her. She didn't know why he was still sitting with her. Her body language made it clear that she wasn't in the mood to talk with anyone.

Not being able to take the silence any longer, Arizona engaged Mark in a dialogue. She figured if she talked to him then maybe he would leave her alone. "How have you been, Mark?"

Mark rubbed the stubble on his chin, "I can't complain."

"How did you get my address?" Arizona questioned. It was a question she had wanted the answer to for years and now that she had Mark alone it was the perfect opportunity to ask him.

Mark paused thoughtfully as he thought about the cards that he would mail Arizona. A thank you card – one every year on Sofia's birthday. A thank you to the woman for saving his little girl's life. "Teddy."

Arizona looked at him shocked that her best friend would sell her out.

"I had to do a lot of begging. Even then she wouldn't really give it to me. She'd watch me copy it directly onto the envelope and then would take it away so that I couldn't remember it. Each year I'd have to beg again." Mark turned to look at the blonde who was in obvious pain, "I didn't think you'd even open them."

"It took me four months to open the first one," Arizona admitted as she twirled the cigarette through her fingers again. "Thank you for them."

Mark put his hand on Arizona's knee. "I'm the one that should be thanking you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have a daughter. You didn't have to do what you did. No one would have blamed you."

Tears welled up in Arizona's eyes as she thought back to Sofia's birth. As she thought about the scene in the operating room as she watched her girlfriend dying on the table and then to watch the baby girl struggle for life. "I wasn't going to let my daughter die without fighting for her."

Arizona and Mark let the words hang between them. Mark surprisingly was always on Arizona's side after Callie broke up with her. He didn't understand how Callie could blame the woman who saved their daughter's life. He was there in the OR and saw their daughter being brought back to life by Arizona. He could never thank her enough.

"My girlfriend's not having a great day either," Mark said nonchalantly like he was talking about the weather.

Arizona turned to him with a confused look on her face. She wondered why he was bringing up his girlfriend. Talk about subject change.

Mark continued, "She has to perform surgery on her godson today." Mark glanced at Arizona to see the look of acknowledgement in her eyes. There could only be one person in the hospital that had to perform surgery on their own godson that day. "She's scared she's going to let her best friend down. Let her godson down."

"Mark…" Arizona started to say before she was interrupted.

"Arizona, you fight for those that you love. I saw it when you fought for Callie and Sofia. Now stop sitting out here feeling sorry for yourself and go back inside and be with your family and fight for them." Mark stood up after finishing his short speech. He started to walk off without letting Arizona acknowledge what he had just said and revealed to him when he felt Arizona's eyes burning on his backside. He turned around to see her staring at him in wonderment. He grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze, "We all have secrets, Blondie." He dropped her hand and walked into the hospital to start his own day.

Arizona slowly exhaled a breath as she sank back down into the bench. Her mind was reeling from Mark's visit. She knew that Teddy wouldn't have told him anything. She trusted that woman with her life – her kids' lives. Somehow Mark put the pieces together. Not only was she confused about what and how Mark figured everything out, she also couldn't believe that her best friend was dating Mark Sloan and didn't tell her.

After taking a moment to compose herself, Arizona walked back into the hospital to find her husband who was no doubt still half asleep by their son's hospital bed. She wandered past Teddy's office and noticed the light was on. Teddy must have come into work early. Arizona lightly rapped on the door and entered the office.

"Hey," Arizona said meekly as she walked into the room. Teddy was sitting at her desk staring at her computer. The cardio surgeon was going over every nuance of Abraham's case so that she was prepared for everything when she opened up his chest.

Upon hearing her best friend's voice Teddy tore her gaze from the computer. "Hey. How are you?"

Arizona sat in the chair opposite Teddy's desk. She ran her hands through her hair and shrugged her shoulders. "I've been better."

"I'm going over everything right now. For the tenth time this morning. I'm very confident, Arizona."

Arizona leaned back in the chair. "So I just got a pep talk from Mark Sloan. He told me about how his girlfriend was going to do surgery on her godson today."

Teddy's face fell from shock and she got defensive. "I didn't tell him anything, I swear."

"Girlfriend?" Arizona teased her friend.

Teddy shook her head. "We're taking things slowly. No one knows… well except you now. And I swear I didn't tell him anything. He started asking me all these questions about you and Alex last night. He saw you two come out of the on-call room together," Teddy raised her eyebrows at her friend. "Then when I told him how I had to be up early for this case he questioned why I was getting in four hours before my first surgery for the day. When I told him it was because it was my godson. He put the pieces together," Teddy rambled without taking a breath.

"It's okay, Teds. I trust you. And oddly enough, I trust Mark. There are more important things right now than worrying about our secrets."

Teddy moved from around the desk and pulled Arizona into a standing position so that she could wrap her up in a tight hug. "Let's go see Abe. It's almost time to start pre-op anyway."

The best friends quietly made their way to the little boy's room. Once they entered Abe's room, Arizona launched herself into Alex's arms. It was the only place she felt safe anymore. The only place where things seemed right in the world. They watched Teddy listen to Abe's heart and make notes in his chart. She informed them that everything was still on time for the surgery and that she would be back shortly before nine o'clock to take him back. Alex and Arizona spent next couple of hours watching their son's chest rise and fall as he breathed. They listened to the steady beeping of the monitors that tracked his heart rate. As long as they could hear the beeping their world was still okay.

"He'll be okay," Arizona said more to herself than to her husband.

Alex squeezed her hand tight and repeated her words, "He'll be okay." Because he had to be okay. Losing their son wasn't an option.

There is nothing fun about hospital waiting rooms. The televisions are always on some daytime television show that no one watches. Not that it matters because the volume is so low that it cannot be heard. The magazines strewn about the chairs are at least three months old and are so obscure that no one wants to read them anyway. The chairs are stiff and hurt your back after an hour of sitting in them. The quietness of the waiting room is unnerving. No one speaks. If they do speak it is only at a whisper – no one dares to speak at a normal tone. Everyone is consumed by their own thoughts. When someone walks in the waiting room all eyes dart to the intruder, looking to see if it is a doctor or if it is simply another person to wait. When a doctor does enter the room, all eyes try to decipher if they are coming to give good news or bad news.

As doctors, Alex and Arizona know all too well how things can go in the operating room. They know how easily things can go wrong in the operating room. They know that a simple routine surgery can easily result in death due to unforeseen complications. For these reasons, they are the worst people to have sitting in a hospital waiting room. They can't focus on anything but the negative and what can go wrong.

Arizona glanced at her watch. It was only nine-thirty in the morning. It hadn't even been one hour since she gave her son a kiss goodbye and watched her sister and best friend wheel him past the double doors and into surgery. She still had many more hours of waiting to go. If the surgery went perfectly it would take at least five hours. Arizona sighed as she continued pacing around the room. Minutes were passing by so slowly for her. She hated hospital waiting rooms. She hated them as a doctor because that is where she normally had to give bad news. She had to walk into the room and tell the parents that she couldn't save their child. She had to watch someone's world crumble because she was the one that had to tell them that their loved one didn't survive. She hated them as a parent because of her experiences in waiting rooms as a surgeon. One of her worst fears was having her child's doctor walk into the waiting room and give her the look. The look that she knew all too well; one of empathy and regret. She dreaded having to hear another doctor tell her that her child didn't survive. Unfortunately, she had a lot of experience as a parent in waiting rooms. After almost three years of parenting two micro-preemies she'd spent more time than she'd like there. Combined both of her sons had undergone over twelve different surgeries. Eli's problems stemmed more from his intestines and bowels and Abe's were mainly in his cardiovascular system. Five of those surgeries Alex or Arizona performed or assisted in, but once they were officially adopted, Alex and Arizona turned over the care of their children to their colleagues. It was too difficult for them to operate on their own children and they relegated themselves to the waiting room.

Today was surgery number thirteen. It was also the most dangerous surgery Abraham had undergone since he was nine months old. Arizona couldn't stop her mind from thinking about the odds. Thinking about everything that could go wrong. She couldn't stop the worrying. Days like this made her hate being a doctor and knowing everything she did.

Alex hated it too. He also knew the odds and knew how difficult the surgery was going to be. He hated the fact that his child was in surgery and he also hated how much it hurt his wife. He couldn't let his worries show. He needed to be the strong one. He needed to be the rock for Arizona and for the rest of his family. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she wore a hole in the carpet in front of him as she paced back and forth. Abe's surgery had only just started and Arizona was already a nervous wreck. All of Alex's efforts to get her to sit and try to relax were rebuffed. It was especially hard because they couldn't be close. It was impossible as they were in the very public waiting room that many of their friends would be coming out of their own surgeries to inform their patients' families about the outcomes. It hurt his heart that he wasn't able to wrap her up in a bear hug and hold her close.

As the surgery hit the one hour mark both parents had settled into their normal coping mechanisms. Arizona was still pacing, taking short breaks to lean against the wall and attempt to compose herself. Alex sat in an uncomfortable chair with his head in his hands trying not to think about everything that could go wrong.

At the one and a half hour mark, Emily appeared in the waiting room. Arizona stopped pacing and Alex stood to meet her as Emily walked closer to them.

Emily immediately tried to put her family at ease, "He's fine." She noticed her sister and brother-in-law both let out a breath. "Teddy is about to start re-routing to the lung. She just wanted me to come and let you know that everything is going well because we won't be able to come give an update until we're almost done."

Arizona nodded her head, "Good. Good. Thanks."

Emily gave her sister a meek smile and rubbed her arm. "He's going to be fine, Zona. I won't let anything happen to him." Emily pulled Arizona into a hug before she turned to leave the waiting room.

Alex turned to look at Arizona who was about to start pacing again. He could see that she needed some support so he reached out to her. He brought her in a hug so tight she was surprised he didn't break one of her ribs. "He's strong, baby. I promise he'll be okay," Alex whispered into her ear. Arizona relaxed into her husband and allowed him to support her weight. He held her tight for a few minutes before releasing her. "I'm going to go grab a coffee. Want anything?"

Arizona shook her head. She couldn't imagine anything staying down.

"Be back soon," he said as he squeezed her hand and moved to leave the waiting room. Alex slowly made his way down to the cafeteria. In truth he didn't really need coffee but he needed to get out of the room. He needed to be able to breathe. The walls of the waiting room felt like they were closing in on him. He didn't want to be gone long but he knew he'd be able to support his wife better if he was able to get some of his anxiety out of his system.

Mark and Callie were walking into the cafeteria to grab a mid-morning snack when they bumped into Alex who was on a mission to get into the cafeteria. "Sorry," Alex mumbled after he bumped Callie as he passed her.

Callie turned around to watch him scurry out of the cafeteria. "What is up with him?" she asked Mark.

"Who knows," Mark gruffed as he grabbed a tray to load with food.

After getting some mid morning snacks and coffee, they went to sit with Cristina who was inhaling an early lunch. She was shoving in french fries and salad without taking time to breathe. As soon as Callie started to take a bite of her grapes, her pager went off and she had to settle for coffee only as her morning pick me up.

Callie entered the ER and was quickly directed to exam room three. She opened the door and found a young black boy sitting on the exam table with tears running down his face. He was holding his left arm that appeared to be three times its normal size. Sitting next to him on the table was an older white woman who was desperately trying to calm the little boy down.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Callie," she introduced herself to the crying boy on the table.

The woman next to the boy introduced herself, "Hi, doctor. This is my grandson Elijah and please call me Barbara."

"What seems to be the problem?" Callie asked as she put on a pair of sterile gloves and moved to take a look at the boy's hand. As soon as she got close to the hurt limb the boy wailed.

"I want my Daddy and Mama!" Eli pulled away as Barbara stroked his head. Eli was used to doctors but since both of his parents were doctors – most of his doctors he knew or had at least met in passing. Eli was not a fan of the stranger that was trying to hurt his already hurt hand.

Barbara looked at Callie sheepishly and gave her a small smile. "Sorry, his parents are taking care of his sick brother today."

Callie nodded, "Hey buddy. It's okay. I just need to take a look then we'll go take some pictures of your hand."

Callie again tried to move closer to the boy when he screamed again. "Gramma, please," Eli begged. "I want Daddy and Mama!"

"Maybe we should give him a little sedative?" Callie suggested as she pulled back so that the boy would calm down.

Barbara sighed. She didn't want to tear her daughter and son-in-law away from Abraham but she didn't want her grandson to be sedated unnecessarily. She knew his parents really wouldn't like that.

"No, no. Let me get one of them to come down. They're just upstairs with his brother anyway." Barbara said as she typed a quick text message to Alex. She knew Arizona would only freak out more if she messaged her that Eli was hurt.

Callie stayed in the exam room while they waited for a parent to show up. She worked on trying to make the little boy on the bed smile but between the pain from his hand and his need for having one of his parents there, Eli was having none of it. Luckily his grandmother had given him her cell phone so he was entertained with a cartoon.

Five minutes later, the exam room door opened and Callie looked at the man who entered in shock. She never expected Alex to be the little boy's father. Alex paid no attention to the doctor that was sitting on a stool next to the bed. His eyes went straight to his son.

"Daddy!" Eli cried when his father walked into the room.

Alex strode right up to his son and kissed the top of his head while pulling him into his body. "Eli! What happened, little dude?" Alex's eyes inspected the boy's body and saw what had to be the boy's chief complaint – his left arm.

"I felled," the little boy cried into his dad's chest.

Barbara spoke up from the chair in the corner of the room. "We were at the park playing on the monkey bars when he just fell off of them and onto the ground screaming in pain."

Eli wanted to clarify the story, "I was at the top, Daddy. Then my heart hurt so I felled." Eli pointed to his chest with his good hand as he finished.

"Freaky twin powers," Alex muttered under his breath.

Callie had been watching the scene with intrigue. Alex's history just kept getting more complicated each time she saw the younger surgeon. She cleared her throat and for the first time Alex noticed the orthopedic surgeon in the room. "Should we get a cardio consult too?" she asked Alex.

Alex shook his head, "No. No. His twin brother is upstairs having heart surgery right now. They feel each other's pain. It is really freaky."

Callie's mind went into overdrive putting together the pieces that were Alex's life. Eli's twin brother was upstairs having heart surgery. Alex and Arizona brought in a boy that needed heart surgery. Alex's son is that patient.

"I need to examine the arm now," Callie moved closer to Eli as she hoped Alex's presence would allow the boy to actually let her examine him. Callie spent a few minutes poking and prodding the small arm while Eli tried not to let the tears fall at the pain. "Definitely broken. We need to get x-rays to see if he needs surgery."

Alex cursed under his breath. The last thing he needed was two sons in surgery at the same time. He turned to look at his son, "Dr. Callie is going to go take pictures of your arm, okay bud?"

"Mama!" Eli cried not wanting to go anywhere with the strange doctor.

"Mama's with Abe right now," Alex tried to soothe his son.

"No, Mama!" Eli pouted.

Barbara could see the temper tantrum about to start. "Why don't I go switch places with my daughter?" she directed her question to Alex. "I can assume that you didn't tell her exactly where you were going when you left her upstairs?"

Alex sighed and shook his head. "I spilled my coffee and told her I was going to get more."

Barbara chuckled at her son-in-law's misfortune because she knew she was about to send a very angry Arizona down to deal with her husband and son. "Good thing you have to deal with her and not me." Barbara stood to say goodbye to Eli, "I'll see you soon, Eli. You promised you'd play Candyland with me later. I'm holding you to that." Barbara headed up to find her daughter after giving her grandson a kiss and her son-in-law a quick squeeze to his shoulder.

"So we're waiting for his mom before we go get x-rays?" Callie questioned.

Alex nodded and he sat back down next to Eli who had stopped crying once he heard his mother was going to come be with him. Alex wrapped his arm around Eli and waited for the storm that was about to enter the exam room.