Chapter Title: Confusion

POV: Callie

Disclaimer: This is a 1950s fanfic, so it is AU. I do not own the characters of Callie and Arizona. They are the creations of Shonda Rhimes and the writers of Grey's Anatomy. Every other character though is of my own creation, but I might add more Grey's characters later on. Also, because this is AU and in a different time period, Callie and Arizona will not be as they are on the show, but I stay pretty close to their personalities as possible.

Notes: Here is the continuation! Please give feedback if you can. I really appreciate it! Just try to keep it more constructive if you do have criticism. Thanks!

If it were possible to read minds, Callie imagined a headache-ridden mind-reader trying to read hers. It would be impossible. Callie's thoughts were travelling in all directions. Left. Right. Up. Down. Sideways. Backwards. She wanted to simply stop thinking, but she didn't know how. That too would be impossible. What...happened was perhaps the most impossible thing of all. But it happened. Callie could still feel each sensation of the kiss, Arizona's breath against her cheek, the other woman's heart still beating in Callie's ears.

It all happened. Somehow she had let it become...that kiss. Every bone in her body was telling her everything...was wrong. Inappropriate. And terribly sinful. But still, Callie found herself licking her lips as if she could still feel the presence of Arizona's mouth on hers. With the way her heart was pounding, Callie practically felt her rib cage would shatter underneath all the pressure. As if her rib cage would shatter if Arizona simply took a step towards her...or if someone even said her name "Arizona."

"Arizona?" she heard her husband start, "I didn't know you were stopping by?"

"I was just leaving," Arizona replied, looking down.

Callie felt her heart lurch at the sight of Arizona's facial expression. The blonde woman soon left carrying Violet out of the door. Callie felt helpless. She stared at her husband.

Realizing she should say something...to at least fill the silence, Callie asked mock-casually, "How was work?"

"Busy," her husband replied as he took off his coat, "I'm going to have to go back in the evening. A lot of sick patients, I suppose."

Callie nodded.

"Where are the boys? Sleeping?" he asked.

"Yes," Callie replied, "or at least as far as I know."

"Those boys should know by now that nap time means nap time," her husband replied, adding a chuckle.

Callie was staring blankly at the tiled floor. She looked up. "They are only toddlers,"

"I know," Callie's husband continued, "Did you thank Arizona for the dinner last night?"

"Yes," Callie looked away. It was like she couldn't look her husband in the eye when he said Arizona's name.

"Great," he replied with no emotion, "I'm exhausted. I'll be in the living room if you need me." He stole one last kiss from his wife, this time from her lips, before leaving the room. Callie held her breath, hoping that he couldn't somehow sense his lips weren't the last to be on hers.

Pause.

"Those dishes aren't going to clean themselves," he added, looking back at Callie pointedly.

Callie looked at the sink. The dishes weren't the only things she wished she could wash her mind. Scrub the thought of Arizona right out of her mind. But she could never. "I will,"

At last, her husband was out of sight but not out of mind. The thought of her husband stood right next to the thought of Arizona as if they were somehow intertwined. As if she knew she might end up hurting both...

But Callie felt like she could kind of breathe once again. She felt like maybe she could think again. Clearly . Directly. With purpose instead of the jumble of thoughts in her mind. She heard the static from the television in the other room while her husband turned the dial.

Everything had happened so fast. It practically left her wondering if anything happened at all...but she knew she couldn't think like that. She knew better than to think like that. Callie knew better than to rely on her imagination to cover up the truth. That was something she did too often to herself. Besides, lying to one's self is the worst type of lie of them all. Who can be trusted when one can't even trust one's self?

No, Callie wouldn't lie or pretend. It happened. The kiss happened. Arizona Robbins kissed her, and Callie...kissed her back. She could still imagine the warmth of Arizona's hand on her cheek.

"What are my old pair of stethoscopes doing on the floor?" A question interrupted her thoughts.

"What?" Callie looked up.

Her husband had come back from the living room, and he curiously bent down and picked up the medical instrument. "I remember looking for these all over. Where on earth did you find them?"

"The attic."

"Why were you up in the attic?" her husband asked, frowning.

"I was...uh...showing Arizona some of the old stuff the Petersons left before leaving," Callie answered, surprising herself at how easy it was to lie. But she could feel herself falling apart in her lie. She was falling apart in her life.

"How would these stethoscopes be in the attic?" her husband asked. He furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity, rather than in anger.

"I was moving boxes up there as well. It must have been lost for a while until the move," Callie replied quickly. She looked down and bit her lip. They knew each other. Even though their relationship was no longer the same, she knew him enough. She had loved him once to know that he knew her in return. Callie wouldn't be surprised if he could see through her lies, so she just hoped he would pretend not to notice. Too much had happened today, and the last thing she wanted was her husband to lecture her about her not-important dreams once again. He never understood. But Callie never thought she would want to hurt him in return. It was better he never find out about...anything.

Her husband dropped the subject and continued with what he initially came for. But first, he pocketed the pair of stethoscopes in his work bag. "Once Mark and George wake up, you should plan for an early dinner. Like I said, I'll be leaving for the clinic again soon, and I want a home-cooked meal anyways," he told her, "And are you all right?"

Callie forced a smile to appear on her face as she looked up. "Why? I'm perfectly all right. Why would you think that?" she replied, wiping her hands on her apron. She could feel her palms sweating already after everything that happened. The thought of him stopping and caring for her made her knees weak. What have I done? Callie thought as she felt a lump in her throat form.

"Well, you haven't even moved toward the sink after I told you to wash the dishes. Unless you're sick, I assume laziness has taken over you perhaps," he replied, looking away.

Callie felt her heart stutter for a moment, and even her fake smile fell. "I'll start soon," she replied, looking down again. These days, it seemed she made better eye contact with the floor than with her own husband. One day, she wished he could look her in the eye and tell her he cared about her as much as she cared about him...or at least she thought she did. Everything seemed like a blur now.

When Callie finally looked up, her husband had left the room again. She wiped her hands on her apron again before taking a step towards the kitchen. She turned on the faucet and let the cold water run over her hands. She could feel every chill throughout her entire body. And for some reason, the thought of Arizona was uncovered in her mind once again. Callie thought about the chills the other woman sent through her body. As if every touch had been fleeting. The warmth of Arizona's body leaving, but the longing, the wanting, the need for the other woman's touch...was still there. Arizona had held her in a way she thought wasn't possible in such a long time. As if Arizona knew exactly how to hold her gently but firmly. It wasn't right, for sure, yet she couldn't get herself anymore to say it was wrong. It happened, and that was all she knew.

Callie grabbed the sponge near the sink and was just about to wipe down a plate when she heard the doorbell ring once again. Her heart knew who it was immediately.

Seconds felt like hours as she heard her husband walk toward the front door, open it, and greet the uninvited guest. "Arizona?" she heard her husband start, "Did you forget something?"

"My dress," Arizona breathed, practically out of breath. The thought of Callie running through her head had made her exhausted perhaps.

"Oh, Callie forgot to give it to you?"

"No, I forgot to ask for it back," Arizona replied, her eyes wandering towards the kitchen. She could see a glimpse of Callie's dark hair.

"Right. Well, Callie's in the kitchen," he replied gruffly before turning back to his living room.

Arizona walked towards the kitchen hesitantly but longingly. She walked as if her feet knew the way to Callie even before her mind could figure everything out. She had left Violet napping back in the house with her husband, who was back from errands. Finally, her feet reached the doorway that led to the kitchen.

Callie was still near the sink, her hands underneath the water. She looked at Arizona helplessly.

She gasped as the water turned hot. Callie instantly removed her hands and turned off the faucet. Her hands were now more red than usual, and she half felt like laughing in complete disbelief. Complete disbelief at everything that happened.

Arizona moved closer to Callie and impulsively took Callie's hands. "Did the water burn you?" she asked slowly, looking down at Callie's hands. No reply. "Calliope, I want to talk," she found herself saying, her voice cracking towards the end.

"Keep your voice down," Callie hissed. She pulled her hands out of Arizona's grasp and held them near her sides.

Arizona backed away a tiny bit, feeling slightly hurt even though she expected it. She didn't know why, but there was a part of her that felt everything could simply change. With one kiss. Her common sense seemed to have checked out a while ago, and her heart wanted nothing more than Callie's lips on hers again.

Callie leaned over and tried to peek at the living room. The television was still on. She grabbed Arizona's wrist and pulled the woman near the powder room.

She closed the door quietly and leaned her back against it. "I want talk too...now just might not be-,"

Arizona cut her off and began to ramble. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. I think I was just caught up in the moment...and I like you...but I know this is wrong...but you look so beautiful...I...it's my fault. It's completely my fault..."

"Arizona...but I kissed you back," Callie said slowly.

Arizona looked Callie in the eye. Pause. "I-I don't know what this means," she confessed.

"Neither do I," Callie replied, looking down.

Arizona gently touched the sides of Callie's arms. She lifted Callie's chin slightly, so Calllie was looking into Arizona's periwinkle blue eyes. "We'll figure this out...together,"

Callie didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. Part of her felt guilty. The other part, relieved. And both parts felt... anxious.

She touched Arizona's hand which was on Callie's cheek. "Okay," she finally said. She could feel Arizona's breath near her cheek again.

Arizona found herself moving closer to Callie as if she was drawn to the woman. With no objection from Callie, Arizona kissed the other woman softly. The kiss lingered for a moment, Arizona not wanting to let go. "Okay," she echoed.

"Callie!" called a man.

Callie and Arizona looked at each other before Callie opened the door. She ran out of the kitchen in case her husband had the idea of coming into the kitchen. "What is it?" she asked.

"Is Arizona going to stay long again?" he asked curiously while staring at whatever afternoon special was running on TV.

"I was just about to give her dress back," Callie said before running upstairs.

Finally, Callie came back to the kitchen, out of breath, and handed the dress to Arizona. "Can we talk later?" she asked Arizona.

Arizona nodded, trying to suppress the smile about to form on her face. Even though this was complicated and impossible and scary, Arizona felt like things were finally working out. It said a lot about a person to know that life fit better together when it was falling apart. At least it felt like it was supposed to be falling apart. Arizona didn't know. All she knew was that Callie was the most beautiful woman she had ever met.

Soon, Arizona was out the door, feeling better than how she initially felt.

"The dishes?" her husband asked.

"Right away," Callie answered, returning to the kitchen. She lived in the time where women were supposed to know their place. But after today, Callie couldn't help thinking the only place she was meant to be was with Arizona...