AN: This is to all of you who wanted another chapter… and more fluff, now you've been warned ;)

Today I drove my family towards the airport, dropping them off to go back to their lives in another state. It tore at my tear docks… just a little, but yeah… it tore. I've really enjoyed having them close by and especially them meeting Arizona. I hadn't one doubt in my mind that they'd love her on the spot, but still… you're always a little nervous when introducing your heart's desire to the one's who's known you your entire life. Having an ex witnessing sure didn't help on my nerves. But Mabel and her inhumanly outbursts and comments aside, it's really been a nice couple of days. They've got to see all the tourist attractions, Erin overcoming her fear of heights when she got to the top of the Space Needle. She had tears in her eyes, but my brother being the protective type slash the eternal humourist, he offered her his shoulder elaborating her on the fact that he wasn't going to propose to her quite yet. We all fell into a fit of laughter, Erin punching him on the side. But it helped… Oskar's a genius. Erin rallied and even managed to take a couple of pictures for documentation. Yeah, it's been a great couple of days. I haven't got to talk that much to Louie, though… and frankly, I don't care right now. I'm still processing him dating and even loving my ex-girlfriend. He's an idiot, but I still love him, he's my brother after all. Mabel on the other hand… she's just being Mabel, one of the reasons we broke up. I had to get her out of my life and somehow she's waltzing right back into it. Well, I'm not going to let it affect me more than necessary. I'm done with that. And I'm not one to send her postcards when Arizona and I travel around the world. I'm not going to invite her over for the holidays… or well, I have to, don't I, considering her being my brother's girlfriend and all? Damn it! I'm definitely not having her at my wedding- oh, God, I have to invite her to my wedding as well? Okay, this clearly sucks.

Arizona had to go to the hospital in the middle of our family breakfast. I tried not to show my disappointment but it clearly didn't go as smoothly as I thought. My mom picking up on the disappointed look she suggested that I followed my girlfriend to her car. I quickly opted and went to put on my shoes while Arizona said her goodbyes, thanking my family for having been so kind to her, which my mom accepted with a heart-warming hug telling Arizona that she was very happy to finally haven got to meet her. My dad thanked for them staying at Arizona's house and for his use of the rocking chair. Oskar hugged my girlfriend tight, whispering something into her ear… something I might have to force out of her later. Arizona hugged Erin as well, them exchanging kind words of them needing to discuss the issues of Broadway musicals next time. Vera threw herself at my girlfriend, telling her how awesome it is to have her in our family, and that she can't wait to meet Sofia… speaking the truth, sister!... When Louie bid Arizona farewell, he went for the handshake. Arizona squinted her eyes at him then the hand stretched out between them. Then Louie shook his head and opened his arms for Arizona to embrace him. A little awkward, by all means, but being the perfect girlfriend and all she hugged him. He said something about no hard feelings and some other thing I didn't quite got. Arizona turned to where Mabel sat. Everybody awaited the next step between my love interests, or more like one from the past and one being the present. I held my breath, zooming in on the exchange between the two women. I didn't doubt Arizona's actions, I never do… but Mabel, that's an entirely different story. Arizona was the first one to speak, telling Mabel it's been nice to meet her. I know Arizona didn't spoke the truth, but I don't blame her. Mabel's been a bitch towards her from the beginning of this trip. Mabel went for the handshake as well which Arizona participated in. Their hands shook a little too long for my liking, I swear I saw Mabel mouth something, but I can't be confidently sure. And with that the Minnicks had bid my girlfriend so long, smiling and waving at her as she collected her things and headed out the door.

I followed her to her car, opening the driver's door for her with a nonchalant look on my face. She just chuckled at my antics and leaned over the door to give me a kiss. I made sure to swipe my tongue alongside her bottom lip, relishing in the feeling of my girlfriend. She sighed into my affection, making me smile. Then I kissed her cheek, wishing her a good day, promising her I'd be at her house when she got home.

And so I am. I'm beginning to get bored actually… nah, I am bored. Having been surrounded by people the last couple of days, one would think I'd bask in the silence and the possibility to finally relax in my own company. But I don't, though. I miss my girlfriend, like I really miss her. And she's not here… it's only 4pm, the afternoon's not even over… And tidying and cleaning the house is becoming an issue. There's really no more to clean. There's no place I haven't already been vacuuming, drying off, even polishing. If this doesn't get me sex, I don't know what is… or well, I do, but still… And frankly, I didn't do it because I know how neatly Arizona is when it comes to cleaning, I did it because I was bored… really bored. I want her home… like two hours ago.

I prop my feet up upon the coffee table in the living room as I vacate the entire couch, eating a bowl of pomegranate ice-cream from yesterday. That way I'm closer to my girlfriend in spirit, I guess. God, look at me… I'm so whipped and I'm such a fool. Nonetheless I'm keeping myself busy, binge watching reruns of Masterchef. Arizona and Erin can have their West Side Story, their Sweeney Tood, their Sound of Music, even their Grease all to themselves, as long as I get to have my Masterchef. As the poor man overcooks his raviolis, I grab my phone, smiling as the face of Arizona lights up my screen saver.

I've got dinner all planned out. Can't wait to see you. Love, love, love you. - E

Smiling at my cheesy text, I lay my phone down on the couch cushion. Not expecting my phone to buzz already, I quickly grab the device again. It's not her, though.

Toads, I've said it before but I'll say it again… she's awesome. Good thing I'm no lesbian, otherwise… ;) - V

Snorting at my sister's comment, I text her back.

Otherwise? You're so sure of yourself! Ha. - E

Since when has that been a bad thing? - V

Arizona definitely loves it ;) - E

See, you wouldn't stand a chance if I were to come into Lesbianland ;) - V

Shut up! Ha ha. Talk to you later - E

Deal. But hey, Little E? - V

What's up, Wicked V? - E

She's amazing. Way better than Louie's girlfriend, you know ;) - V

Good to know :) - E

I throw my phone into the cushion at the far end of the couch. When I look up, I catch the commercials coming up, sighing I flick through the channels. I come to a hold when I'm met with not one, not two but three different types of cartoon channels. Like one wouldn't be enough, I laugh. I know it's not due to Arizona's love for everything animated, but Sofia's. I've seen her room… all stuffed with teddy bears, dolls with ginormous eyes and of course a bunch of doctor's kits and first aid boxes in all sizes. It's adorable. She's even got her own stethoscope with her name engraved, just like her mother. It's rather cute actually. I picture Sofia wanting to become a doctor herself when she grows up, without even having met her yet. There's just something about Sofia and the way my girlfriend speaks of her, that lures me in. I can't wait to meet the little lady who makes my girlfriend's heart swell.

My phone buzzes again, I grab it and a huge smile is born on my face. It's her… it's always been her in so many ways.

What's up your sleeve, Minnick? - A. Ps. I love you more.

Don't got any ;) - E

Are you naked… again? Seriously, that's just playing it mean. - A

You'll never know ;) - E

Ugh, stop that! I've got surgery with Webber, don't want to picture you all naked when I'm stuck replacing ruined bowels. That's just all kinds of wrong. - A

I chuckle at my girlfriend's whining, quickly texting her back.

Hurry up then. I'll see you in a bit. Love, love, love. - E

I turn off the TV and head for the kitchen, placing the empty bowl in the dishwasher. Being a fair amount of time in Arizona's house, I've come to know my way around. Her kitchen is amazing and contains all the things a Masterchef could possibly want… in this case the Masterchef being me. I find and collect all the ingredients I need. I'm surprised that she's got the entire fridge and cupboards loaded with goods, because she rarely cooks. Not that she's an imbecile in a kitchen or something, she just prefers to assist instead of being head chef. Another reason why we work so well together. And with a stuffed fridge she's sure to have me doing her dinners… I'd actually do anything she wanted me to, but that's beside the point here.

An hour later I'm stuffing my homemade raviolis with courgettes, ricotta and fresh leaves of mint neatly chopped. I make my finish sprinkling minced chili atop the mass before closing the raviolis with a fork. I've done this before, so it's no big deal. I know my way when food's the topic. I love it. And I love that Arizona is the type of person who finds joy in exploring new things taste-vice. I place my raviolis on the floured tray, leaving them be as I go to make my tomato-sauce.

The smell of sauce fills the entire house, I inhale and contently sigh in victory. This is great, I can just smell it. It's perfect, and now my girlfriend's finally on her way home. This night is awesome. I stir the tomato-sauce while making sure my raviolis doesn't get overcooked as the man's did on TV. I hear keys in the lock, my heart immediately speeds up by the mere thought of her coming home to me. I turn around, still stirring the wooden spoon in the sauce, and catch my girlfriend smiling brightly at me. I return her smile to the fullest.

"I could get used to this," she says, rounding the kitchen island and hugging my side as she places a gentle kiss to my cheek. "Hi," Arizona sighs contently, sniffing my neck afterwards. "Mmmh, you smell good."

"That's the food," I chuckle, savouring the moment, her touch, her voice… everything, really. I jerk my head the slightest, wanting her lips on mine. She takes the hint and places them right where I need them. "Hi," smiling, I get another kiss.

Arizona turns her head to the stove, taking in the sight. "Wow… I could definitely get used to this."

"Is that your heart or your stomach talking now?" I laugh at my girlfriend who screws up her face… God, could she be any cuter? I don't think so. "Dinner's ready in two, go wash your hands."

"Look who's sporting the mom-phrases, huh?" Arizona scoffs, her eyes wide in amusement.

"Shut up and do as I say."

"Definitely got that whole mom-thing down cold," she laughs, releasing the hold on me to go wash her hands in the guest bathroom.

I carefully place the raviolis on two plates, covering them in the sauce. I sprinkle roughly cut leaves of basil on top along with fresh grounded pepper. Placing them upon the dining table, I go back into the kitchen to get the bottle of wine from the fridge and the roasted sticks of rye bread. It's the perfect mix of smooth pasta and crunchy bread. And it smells amazing, if I do say so myself.

Arizona returns from the bathroom, her hair in a messy bun. If one sports the casual look it's my girlfriend alright. She's got that one down, for sure. It's almost criminal how well she wears that look. Placing herself in a chair, I sit myself opposite her.

"Eliza…" she says sweetly, taking the table in. "This is amazing."

I catch her eyes… they shine brighter than I thought possible for eyes to shine. And the best part?... they shine at me. It's me who's making her eyes sparkle like that. It's out of this world amazing. "It's nothing," I shrug, knowing very well that I wouldn't have done this for just everyone. But I play it humble.

"It's something," she corrects me. "Thank you so much."

"You haven't even tasted it yet," I laugh at her, passing her the basket with the rye bread sticks.

"If it tastes as good as you look, I couldn't be happier," Arizona smirks, very much aware of her Freudian-slip. We just chuckle as we go to dig into my home cooked meal.

The evening turns into early night, but I don't want this night to end. We're still sitting around the table, getting accustomed to the feeling of being completely filled. Arizona's changed seat, her coming to sit beside me on my side of the table, her knees bend and feet propped up on the side of my chair. I stroke her bare foot with my hand, the other holding a glass of wine as I take a sip. Arizona watches me swallow the liquid, I can see it from the corner of my eye.

"Stop staring," I smirk as I turn to look at her. She lightly bites down on her lip… God! That look… she ponders something. "What?"

"I just…" she pauses, taking the glass from my hand to take a sip herself. She gives me back the glass, leaning back in her chair. "You like to fill things, don't you?"

I almost spit out my wine, the liquid getting caught in my throat. "What?" I cough. Arizona just smiles while shrugging. I place the glass back onto the table, taking a glass of water instead, drinking enough to clear my throat again. "What do you mean?"

"What I said…" she smiles innocently at me. When all I do is squint my eyes at her, she continues. "The food, Eliza. The food," Arizona chuckles.

"O-kay."

"First your pierogis, then the raviolis," she lists, her eyebrow rising smugly.

"Ha," I blurt out. "Gotcha."

"Get your head out of the gutter, Minnick," Arizona teases, leaning towards me.

"It's pretty damn hard when you talk about filling things, Robbins," I husk mere inches from her lips. She chuckles only to press her soft lips upon mine. The sensation of wine and the remaining of her peppermint lip balm is almost too much to bear. I lean into her lips just a little more, wanting to make the kiss last a little longer. She gladly participates, her arm coming to rest at my side, keeping me in place while keeping the balance as well.

"Come live with me," Arizona whispers into the kiss.

I'm not sure I heard what I think I just heard. I'm not sure if I was only imagining it. I know I tensed, and I know my girlfriend felt it too, Arizona leaning back to catch the look on my face.

"You don't want to? It's okay. I shouldn't have asked you. It's too much, too soon. I get it. I just figured since you're practically already living here, it would be easier not to say the least. But I get it, it's okay. Pretend like I haven't said anything. Let's go back to where I kissed you and you kissed me. That was nice, I liked that-"

I cut off my girlfriend's roll of rambling with my lips. Shutting her up with a kiss of passion. I didn't imagine her asking me to live with her. She did in fact ask me. And who could pass on an offer to wake up next to Arizona Robbins every morning, sleeping next to her every night? Not me, that's for sure.

"Shut up," I grin as our kiss ends. "Shut up and ask me again."

Arizona smile uncertainly, I nod to encourage her. "Live with me?" she chances once more, her eyes covered in a membrane of worry and hope.

"Sorry? I didn't quite get that one…" I tease her.

"Move in with me, for crying out loud," she exclaims impatiently, her eyes narrowing.

"Is that a way to ask a woman to shack up with you?" I furrow, continuing to play her.

"I don't want to 'shack up' with you… I want you to live with me… as in your name on the nameplate, your shampoo on the bathroom shelf, your clothes on the washing line."

"You could've just said that," I smirk. Arizona sticks out her tongue at me before leaning towards me again.

"So you really want to?" Arizona checks.

"I really want to," I kiss her, my hand cupping her one cheek. She leans into my touch as I enter her mouth with my tongue. This is really happening… this is a dream come true… this is everything I've ever dreamt about experiencing and to experience this with Arizona, the woman I'm so madly in love with… that's just out of this world amazing.

"But…" Arizona says, leaning back a fraction. What now? She's having second thoughts, she doesn't want to live with me anyway? Nope, I can't take it. Sorry love, you can't take it back. My heart can't cope with that. Arizona sees the worry written all over my face.

Seconds ago I was the one having the full control of the situation, now the rolls are reversed. Arizona grabs my hand and squeezes it. "Hey, hey… calm down," her big smile instantly soothing my worries. "But for you and me to live together, you have to do one thing for me first…"

"And what might that be?"

"You have to meet my daughter," Arizona clarifies. "Would you do that for me?"

"Oh, Arizona… of course, I would. She's a part of you, of course I'd want to meet her."

"Then that's what we're gonna do," Arizona nods confidently.

"When?" I ask a little unsure.

"Callie's coming into town next week and she brings Sofia," she smiles, her eyes shining with the thought of having her daughter with her again. "And it's time for her to meet you, and for you to meet her."

"So…?"

"So, we're doing this. Okay? You sure you're all in?" Arizona asks me again.

"I'm positive. We're doing this."

AN2: I had a blast writing this one, I hope you had a blast reading it. You know what to do :)