A/N: This is long over due, and almost the end... and potentially mediocre :/

Ch. 10 Love You Forever

Callie Robbins-Torres went home that night and waited, somewhat impatiently for her girls to come home. She watched some reality TV, and folded a load of laundry, and finished filling out the paperwork she'd need to turn in for her maternity leave. And she was bored. Her plan was good but she needed two very specific ladies, who were taking their good sweet time.

Callie was sitting on the couch, half watching American Bake Off when Arden and Arizona finally came home. The first thing she was aware of was the take out box in her wife's hands, but giving in now was not an option.

Arizona timidly greeted her wife, still unsure of her mood from earlier, "Hey Cal, I brought home some pizza for you, in case you haven't eaten. I'm just going to get Arden ready for b-e-d"

"Thanks Zona, but I'll put her to bed," she hoisting herself up from the couch. "It's been a while since we've read Love You Forever before bedtime. Who don't you finish watching Bake Off?"

"Oh, sure," Arizona replied apprehensively.

Callie turned to Arden, "Come here bug, you ready for bath time?"

Arden, so excited for her Mami's company easily complied to one of her least favorite things, "Oh yeah Mami!"

The two Latinas headed upstairs for bath time and a story together that they hadn't shared in months. Meanwhile, Arizona stewed watching Bake Off. She knew her speeches were good but the total 360 from this afternoon's Callie was unnerving. "Where has my grouchy wife gone?" she thought.

Once the show finished, Arizona flipped the channel; deciding to end the night relaxing with old episodes of Friends to calm her down. When three episodes had finished, she finally realized that Callie had never come back down, and probably hadn't eaten either. Arizona got up off the couch, turning off the lights downstairs, save for the light above the stove, and went in search of her wife.

Finding first their bedroom and bathroom empty, she moved down the hall several doors to Arden's room, door cracked and just the light from her night light peeking out into the hall way. Arizona slowly pushed the door open so as not to wake her sleeping toddler. What she found instead of just her four year old daughter, was her four year old daughter and her wife, seven months pregnant, cuddled together in Arden's spaceship bed that was certainly enough room for just her, but was having a hard time accommodating her Mami too. Arizona's heart melted at the sight of her wife and their daughters snuggled up together. There were few time that she was gladder her had her cell phone with her, as she promptly pulled it out and snapped a picture.

After a few minutes of just watching her girls, she knew she should wake Callie and get her to their bed so she wouldn't be extra sore and grouchy tomorrow.

The next morning, Arizona wakes up wrapped in Callie's arms for the first time in months. She breathes in her intoxicating scent and thanks whatever power that may be that things are working out in her favor. That is until she tries to pull her right hand out of her wife's grasp and finds that like Callie and Arden the previous day: they're stuck.

"Calliope Iphegina Torres, you glued our hands together?!" Arizona screamed, startling her half sleeping wife out of her haze.

"Yes I did!" Callie said laughing, wiping the last bit of sleep from her eyes with just her left hand.

"Stop laughing! This is not funny." Arizona yelled back, pulling her arm towards her in an attempt to free them while instead pulling her still laughing wife to her. "If this is your way of telling me I was wrong yesterday it's not working."

"Arizona, shut up" Callie replies, placing her free hand over Arizona's mouth. "It's my way of showing you that you were right."

Since she can't talk with Callie's hand over her mouth, Arizona raises a very questioning eyebrow goading her wife to continue.

"You were right, you are right. I've been a monster. This pregnancy has been awful. I feel fat 100% of the time, I'm always tired, and if I never throw up again it will be way too soon, but I should have let you take care of me instead of taking it out on you. I should have cuddled with Arden more and let her talk to the baby. I should have cut back my hours at the hospital sooner so that you were still getting my best, not post-nine-hour-surgery, exhausted, pregnant Callie." She pauses and drops the hand covering her wife's mouth.

"I'm so so sorry baby. I don't think there are enough words to show how sorry I am. And this," she says, lifting their hands in the air, "this is you being stuck with me. Stuck with me here," she says tapping her own head, "because I can never stop thinking of you. Even when we're fighting, I can't get you out of my head; can't understand how lucky I am that you want me. You're stuck with me here," she points to their wedding rings, "because I promised to love you forever, even when I hate you." She places their joined hands together on her belly, "you're stuck with me down the hall and right here," she says looking down at their growing addition, "because our babies need us both. You're an awesome Mama, and I'm an excellent Mami, but I think we both know that we are at our best together."

While tears form in both their eyes, Callie takes their hands and places them over her heart, "And Zona, you're stuck with me here, because I have never and will never be able to love someone like I love you. I know I've had a crappy way of showing it recently, but you're it for me. The reason I wake up in the morning, and who I want by my side each night. And I took you for granted and I'm so deeply sorry. When we got married, I never thought I could love you more than that, and every day you surprise me and I fall a little more in love; like bringing home my favorite pizza even when I was a huge 'meanie,' just because you love me."

"Can I talk now?" Arizona asks shyly.

"Yes, please, sorry. When did I become the speech maker?" Callie laughs.

"I don't know but you're really good at it," Arizona replies, giving Callie a little hint of dimples. "I do love you, even when you're a meanie and I understand all of those things you said because I feel them too. You still take my breath away, you still give me butterflies, you still give me this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I'll combust if I don't have you. So," Arizona pauses and take a moment to get lost in the depth of her wife's warm brown eyes, "can we please get our hands un-stuck because I have a feeling we could be doing something much more useful with them."

"So you're not mad anymore?" Callie hesitates.

"Calliope, stop talking, start ungluing. My daughter will be up in an hour and I'd like to make love to my wife, the mother of my children." Callie stares at her, dumbfounded. "Now, please," Arizona prompts.

"Oh, right, acetone." Callie replies, trying to stand up, "Zona, you're going to have to come with me for this."

When both feet are firmly set on the ground, before their hand in hand walk to the bathroom commences, Callie pulls her wife into her arms and kisses her deeply. When they both break away, lungs desperate for oxygen, baby blue peer into deep brown and the wives breathlessly, simultaneously promise "I love you."