"You ready to go, sweetie?" It was an insane question, Arizona already out of bed and dressed, her bag packed and ready by her feet.

Turning, she spotted the wheelchair her wife was waiting with in the doorway. "Um, no, I'm not riding in that thing."

"It's hospital policy," Callie countered, unable to resist rolling her eyes at her partner's stubbornness.

"I'm a doctor here! I'm a department head, Calliope!" argued Arizona. "I'm not getting pushed around the hospital like a-"

"Patient?" Callie finished the statement for her. "But you are a patient." She hated it but it was true. "We can do wheelies if you want." It won her a sharp look from the other woman. "Arizona..."

The blonde head tuned from side to side. "Not happening. I am perfectly capable of walking out of here and that's what I'm doing." She could hear Callie muttering something about 'damn stubborn women' under her breath and she reminded her, "You married me."

"And I would do it again every day," Callie sent back without missing a beat.

Arizona growled in frustration abruptly, throwing her head back. "You just – that is not fair, Calliope!" she declared even as she stomped across the room and flopped into her seat.

Leaning in, Callie kissed her neck in gratitude. "Just on this floor. We'll ditch it in the elevator, okay?"

"I knew I loved you for a reason." sighed Arizona gratefully as Callie went to collect her bag.

"And I was pretty sure it was for my ass," the Latina teased her.

"Oh, I'm not that superficial," Arizona said, smirking tiredly over her shoulder at her partner. "Some of it is about your brain. And your boobs." Arms hugged the top of her chest and she laughed helplessly as lips assaulted her neck.

A groan drew Callie away after a minute of breathless laughter. "Honey, what?"

"It, sorry, I guess I'm still kind of sore," gasped Arizona, one hand resting lightly low on her stomach.

"We can keep the chair," Callie suggested after a second, not surprised by her wife's negative head shake. Or Arizona could stay in the hospital for another day. The reaction to that suggestion she already knew would be a negative. "I could carry you, but that might be more of a bruise on your department head ego," she added, smirking over Arizona's head.

"That would be hot," the blonde denied. "But only at home and when we're going to bed. And speaking of home, let's get this show on the road."

Callie kept her duffel bag in one hand instead of dropping it in Arizona's lap, and pushed the chair toward the elevator where Arizona stood up as soon as the door closed. She was moving slowly though, clearly ginger. "Will you at least put an arm around me or something?" Callie requested, watching Arizona grip the railing in front of her tightly. "I want a shot at catching your stubborn ass."

"You just want to cop a feel." She did slip an arm around her wife's waist though, looping her fingers through her belt.

"You caught me," said Callie dryly as the elevator slowed to a stop. "You're really feeling okay? Because we can survive another day -"

"I am, and I can't," Arizona cut in. "I'm not bleeding, I've got minimal pain, and I cannot be in this hospital for another day." The doors opened and she started moving, pulling Callie along. No matter how fine she claimed to feel Arizona was still moving slower than normal, her steps shorter. Callie knew she wouldn't say anything hurt if it meant she didn't get to go home.

Arizona did accept help into the passenger seat of their Jeep, Callie keeping a hand on her lower back but not saying anything when the blonde winced and hissed before settling into her seat. "And that's why you can't drive home," Callie reminded her, ignoring the blue glare she got in response.

Sofia was in the front yard when they pulled up, tossing a Nerf football with Tim, and she abandoned their game to pull Arizona's door open. "Mama, you're home!" She scrambled ably into the car and threw both arms around her mother's neck, settling into her lap. Arizona had to hold her breath to keep from groaning at the dull pain that ached inside her. "Mami's been making dinner the last two days, but today Aunt Teddy's doing it, and we moved the furniture and I helped! The mover guys were really tall, like Uncle Tim tall, but I bet they don't have a cool robot leg like him." Arizona had only been gone for a few days but it felt like much longer to the little girl so she rattled off the highlights of everything that had been happening at home since she'd left.

Catching the gist of Sofia's chatter Arizona spoke up, "What? Sweetheart, what movers are you talking about?" A look at Callie told her that she had no clue. "Timothy Michael Robbins, what has been going on around here?!" Arizona called, raising her voice and making Sofia sit up straighter on her lap.

"Chill out," he said, leaning against the front fender of the car, the open door safely between them. "Good impersonation of Dad." Arizona just shot a look at him. "Okay, well you two are always complaining about that stupid couch, so I got it replaced."

"You did what?" Arizona asked, confused. It was a surprisingly thoughtful thing to do, but still...

Tim shrugged, fidgeting with the squishy football. "Cal said you're still all sore and stuff, so if you don't want to climb the stairs, we figured you'd need a better couch downstairs."

"We picked the best one, Mama," Sofia promised, nodding her head. "We sat on all the ones in the store."

"And how did this get paid for?" asked Callie, rounding the car behind Tim but going around the door to Arizona's side.

He just grinned. "Remember when you gave me your credit card to pay for a pizza for the munchkin? That bill's going to be a bit bigger than you're expecting."

Callie rolled her eyes. "Just tell me you bought it from a store with a return policy and not some guy's basement. Sof, hop down so Mama can get out." And she'd seen her wife's grimace of pain when Sofia had clambered into her lap, even if Arizona thought she'd missed it. Like leaving the hospital to go home, Arizona would never complain of pain if it meant she didn't get to hold her daughter.

Tim over dramatized his offense and Sofia jumped down to run across the grass for a pass. "I'm hurt, Cal."

Scoffing, Arizona let her hand find Callie's, let herself be stabilized as she slid out of the car. "We'll just see how good you did." Sofia dodged an imaginary tackler and Arizona laughed for her daughter's benefit. She was leaning heavily into Callie's arm, her skin pale in the diluted Seattle sunlight. "Good catch, Sof!"

A sudden ring from Tim's pocket made his grin fade and Callie frowned as she pushed the car door shut behind Arizona. "What is it?"

He hesitated, eyes catching his sister's gaze. "Mom's plane is landing. I can go pick her up, or..." Either way she'd be there in less than an hour.

Arizona unconsciously slumped into Callie's supporting arm. "Go get her," she decided. "But don't tell her yet..."

"Where's the Colonel now?" Callie asked. Daniel Robbins had been at his Marine reunion when they'd called, camping somewhere in Montana and out of easy reach. Of course, no matter how finely honed his protective instincts, he couldn't save his daughter from this.

"Mom told him about the surgery, but he's not going to come unless you need him," he answered, shaking his head. "He wants to hear from you later though." One hand tousled his hair. "Teddy's inside cooking, the boys are napping up in the spare room, and just call me if you need anything while I'm out."

"Sofia, do you want to go with Uncle T to get Grandma from the airport?" Callie called across the yard, bringing Sofia running back past her parents to scramble into her car seat, buckling herself in while Callie handed the keys over to her brother-in-law.

"Drive safe," Arizona reminded him. He had half of her life as his passenger. "And try and keep Mom from worrying."

Tim gave her a reassuring wink. "I'll just unleash Sofia on her."

Neither woman could contain a laugh. "That should do it," Callie agreed as he went to join his niece in the car. "Sof, you be good and do what Uncle Tim tells you to do, alright?"

"Si, Mami," she answered, nodding.

Arizona was still leaning into Callie and the brunette patted the outside of her hip as their Jeep backed down the driveway. "Come on. Let's see how bad the damage is," she prompted. Asking Arizona to come inside and rest would do her no good, the stubborn woman sure to resist anything she perceived as being for her benefit.

The couch actually looked pretty good, the color and pattern blending with the rest of their furniture, but Arizona's pleased groan when she sat down was the final approval, Callie smiling as she took her seat only for her wife to flop over onto her side and stretch her legs over her lap. "This is... much, much better," the blonde said, clearly content with her brother's choice. "Calliope..."

Callie just pulled her wife's shoes off one at a time and dropped them to the floor, thumbs rubbing the soles of her feet without prompting. "Glad to be home?"

"I might not even get off this couch," Arizona mumbled, her voice muffled by the couch cushion she neglected to pick her face up from.

The statement won her a light smack on the ass. "Oh, I don't think so. You're in bed with me tonight one way or another," Callie declared. She'd carry her up the stairs herself if she had to. Arizona was home so she wasn't spending another night alone.

The blonde stretched and dragged a pillow under her head, her eyes closed. "I'm probably going to cry at some point when my mom gets here and we have to tell her," she said, voice still obscured.

Callie squeezed her foot. "I'm not going anywhere," she promised. "Unless you want some time with your mom, then I'll go upstairs and keep the munchkin out of your hair."

Shaking her head against the pillow, Arizona hooked the foot Callie wasn't holding between her wife's knees. She needed to tell her mother what had happened, needed to cry out the fresh grief it would inevitably bring, but if Callie wasn't at her side she might explode from all the pain, the loss. "You're not going anywhere," she confirmed. Soft lips kissed her ankle to seal the promise.

Neither spoke again, or moved, until they heard the car pull up in the driveway, Arizona sitting up slowly and tucking herself into Callie's side as the sounds of Sofia chattering to her grandmother grew closer. Tim opened the door for the other two and Arizona reflexively stood up to greet her mother. Barbara didn't disappoint, rounding the couch in a second. She waited for Arizona to reach for her before she hugged her though, and kept the embrace light.

"Your brother told me you're still sore. Sweetie, if you're not up for it you shouldn't be home. You don't have to push yourself," Barbara said as she pulled back. "I know Callie would take care of you just as well at the hospital."

"Mom, I'm just a little sore, I did need to come home. Calliope's here, and Sofia."

Arizona got a narrow look from her mother. "And they're not both also at the hospital every day? They can visit you."

"Mom, it's not the same. I needed to be home." Callie's hand slid across her lower back, offering silent, strong support. Arizona's breath caught. "I need to be here."

"Mama's home," Sofia chimed in. "It's good," she said, sharing her opinion. "Right?" she asked and looked at Callie.

"Of course it is," she agreed, free arm reaching out and giving Sofia an opening to join the family huddle. One of her little hands found Arizona's and held on.

"I love you, Mama," Sofia said softly into the quiet, her head leaning back to look up at her parents.

"I love you too, mija," Arizona echoed, squeezing her fingers lightly. "And Mom, I'm glad to see you," Callie's fingers slipped into her other hand and she squeezed down harder, "but we have something we need to tell you."

Barbara's face went white, her gaze jumping around the room to confirm that, yes, everyone else knew something she didn't. "Tim-Tim said-he said they got it all," she stammered, tears already welling her eyes. "Oh God, my baby girl's still sick-"

"I'm not," Arizona cut in, dropping her head to catch her mother's eyes. "They got it all."

"Let's sit down," Callie coaxed before anyone could say more. Arizona was leaning heavily into her and she wanted to get her safely sitting down. Deny it all she wanted, Arizona still wasn't one hundred percent. Or anywhere close to it. Tim and Teddy were already sitting across the room, the Marine perched on the arm of the chair his wife was sitting in.

Angling toward her mother, Arizona could feel Callie close behind her and one hand found a place on top of her nearer knee, Callie covering her hand comfortably. "Mom, it's not about the cancer." Barbara's lip started to tremble but she locked it down. Like mother, like daughter. At least Arizona came by it honestly. "Before-" Callie laced their fingers and Arizona took a deep breath, trying to get herself under control. "We found the tumor because I was having an ultrasound... because I was pregnant." She was talking quickly, trying to get it all out in one shaky breath. Arizona didn't let herself blink, knowing tears would be unavoidable if she did. "But the surgery to get the tumor, we lost the baby."

The room was completely quiet, no one speaking. Tim and Teddy already knew, of course, but neither had seen Arizona trying to deal with it. Her pain was clear on her face, mirrored in Callie's expression. The first sound was Sofia's sneakers on the floor, the youngest Robbins-Torres moving slowly to stand in front of Arizona. She saw the tears sliding down her cheeks and her efforts to stifle them and Sofia climbed wordlessly into her mother's lap, sliding her arms around her and burrowing her head into the blonde's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mama. Don't be sad. I promise I won't go nowhere."

Arizona's breath came short, her lungs being squeezed inside her chest. Both arms wrapped around Sofia tightly as her tears broke free, the pain fresh and sharp and tearing her apart. Callie's tears were hot, soaking into the back of her shirt. She couldn't breathe, her heart pounding in her chest. Sofia was crying now, not understanding everything but knowing that her parents were crying was enough to set her off. And comforting her daughter was Arizona's way out, stifling her own grief, pushing it back so that she could comfort Sofia, comfort Callie.

"It's okay, Sofia," Arizona murmured, rocking her, kissing her hair. "Don't cry, angel. I love you so much. Mami and I love you so much." She calmed down slowly and Arizona dislodged one hand, reaching behind her for her wife's leg. "Calliope..."

"I'm okay," gasped Callie. Arizona seemed to have forgotten or didn't care that her mother, her brother, their sister-in-law, were all sitting around the room watching them. And she loved them all but her grief was private. "Shh. We're here, Sof. We're right here." Arizona leaned into her and Callie slipped one arm over her shoulder, stroking Sofia's hair with her fingertips while she rested her head on her wife's shoulder, Arizona leaning her head against Callie's.

A timer in the kitchen and a stifled curse from Teddy broke the moment, the heart surgeon rushing out of the room to silence the shrieking and leaving sad silence behind her. Barbara wiped her own tears and squeezed her daughter's knee, drawing blue eyes to her. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "Both of you, all of you, I am so sorry."

"Mom," Tim interjected softly. There was nothing they could say to make it better, so he tried to get them a minute. "Come help me get the boys," he requested, standing up and offering his arm to his mother. He gave Arizona a nod, his own expression stoic and sad.

Sofia was sniffling and Arizona could feel little fingers playing with the fabric of her shirt. "Sofia, do you want to talk about it?" she asked, whispering.

The tears in brown eyes, the little face still sticky with them, was enough to break her heart anew, Sofia looking up at her. "There's no more baby?" It was what she'd said she wanted but she didn't sound happy at all, seeing her parents' pain. "The baby's not in Mama's tummy anymore?"

Hearing it again made it feel like the air had been sucked from her lungs and Arizona couldn't speak. "No, sweetie," Callie answered her. "No more tumor though. Mama's not going to be sick anymore."

Sofia looked more hopeful at that news. "Mama? You going to feel better?"

"Yeah, baby," Arizona gasped out, still feeling like she was choking, unable to breathe through her tears. "I will."

"For a few days we need to take it easy for Mama, though," Callie said, one hand rubbing lightly up and down the blonde's arm. "She's going to be tired and achy from the surgery so it's going to be up to us to keep the house clean and cook and everything. Can you be really good and help me with that?"

Dark curls bounced as Sofia nodded dutifully, little face resolved. "Yes, Mami." Thinking to herself, she sat up to hug Arizona's neck, wiping her tears on her mother's shoulder as she did so, and kissed her cheek before sliding off of her lap, the little girl clearly on a mission.

"Where are you going?" Callie asked, stopping her.

"I'm gonna make sure Aunt Teddy's making dinner good for Mama," she said as though it should be obvious, spinning on her heel to continue into the kitchen.

Not sure what to say, Callie returned her head to Arizona's shoulder. "You know who's amazing?"

"Our daughter," Arizona answered knowingly, leaning back into her wife as warm arms hugged her waist from behind. Tears were drying on her face, leaving sticky, cool tracks.

"Our daughter is amazing," agreed Callie with a sigh. "How are you, Mama?" She knew better than asking if Arizona was okay. They weren't okay. They'd get there, but for now things weren't okay.

"Don't call me that," the woman in her arms whispered.

Callie nuzzled into her neck to keep her heart from shattering. "Only Sofia can call you that now?" she asked, not resisting the urge to hug her in tighter. "Because you are still a mother, Arizona." She kissed below her wife's ear, able to hear her shaky breathing. "And I like calling you that. Because you are the mother of my daughter and than makes me happier than almost anything else in the entire world."

"But I couldn't do that for you. I lost him, Calliope!"

"Shh," Callie hushed her, the rocking resuming again. "And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But if you think for one second that you let me down, that you have ever let me down, or failed me, or been less than awesome, you are dead wrong, Arizona Robbins." She buried her face in a pale neck. "I love you. And I love Sofia. And I love being your wife. And I love our life. Nothing that could happen to us will ever change any of that," she stated, her declarations muffled against Arizona's skin. She sealed it with a kiss, holding her closer still.

Arizona rubbed the arm around her and leaned her head against Callie's. She was married to the most amazing woman on the planet. How the hell had she gotten so lucky? "Calliope, you can't ever leave me. I don't-" One strong hand covered her mouth before she could say more.

"I will never leave you, but if you don't stop saying stuff like that I will have to kick your ass," Callie stated. "So stop it, because I like your ass the way it is."

Arizona kissed her palm and the hand lowered to the top of her chest. "Sorry. I love you."

"That's what I like to hear," Callie sighed. "I love you too. I'm glad you're home." There were actually no words for the relief having Arizona back under their roof gave her.

"Me too." Arizona breathed deeply. "I just want us to get back to normal." The sound of one of their nephews crying felt like a fist squeezing her heart. She'd been missing the sounds of a baby in the house, looking forward to having them again. And excepting when Theo and Lucas were over, there wouldn't be any more for a long while. If she could ever contemplate being pregnant again. Of course, Callie could carry their baby again. She quickly put a stop to that line of thinking. Thinking about the possibilities for more kids right now, when they'd just lost one, she couldn't do it.

"We'll get there," Callie promised. "However long we need, okay?" She pecked her neck. "Anything you need."

Arizona took another deep breath, prefacing, "Right now I need... whatever Sofia's overseeing in the kitchen."

Conversation during dinner was carried by Tim and Teddy talking about the twins for an eager Barbara. She still had three grandchildren to dote on. Arizona tried to keep up, play along, but was subdued in spite of herself. While her mother helped Callie and Sofia with bath time she refreshed the sheets in the spare room, lost in her thoughts and not noticing the water turning off, jumping in surprise when Barbara spoke from behind her, "You didn't need to do this, sweetie. I'll be going home soon."

Arizona turned, mouth dry. "Mom, of course I did. And you don't have to go..."

"Well, not right away. I need to see my grand kids. But you don't need me here." Barbara's expression was sad. "I'm so sorry this happened to you, and to Callie, but I can't help. It breaks my heart, but there's nothing I can do to help you." She took a step forward, Arizona unconsciously following and moving forward herself. "You're sad, but it won't be forever. And you've got Callie, so I'm not worried." Arizona smiled to herself, remembering what Addison had said. "And I'm sad for you, so I need your father." Barbara smiled sadly and reached out with one arm. "I love you, Arizona. And you're so unbelievably strong."

"I don't feel strong," the blonde confessed, moving in quickly to hug her mother.

"I know you don't, but you are," Barbara told her gently, stroking her hair. "And you'll feel it again some day. Until then, you and Callie lean on each other. You'll get through this," she said, supremely confident. "And if you need anything from us, you know we'll come."

Arizona sighed, giving herself a minute to just hug her mother. It was different from the comfort she got from Callie, but she wanted it right now. Just a minute to feel like a daughter again, rather than the grief stricken wife and mother she was. "I love you, Mom."

Then the minute passed and she wasn't sure how to be strong again, alone. But she wasn't alone, Callie waiting in the doorway as she lifted her head.