A/N: Thanks for all of the support for this story! I never thought I'd write a sequel, but it's been fun!
In light of everything that's happening on this site, this might be the last thing I post here (haven't quite decided yet), but you guys can always find me at the callie_arizona lj community.
Epilogue
"He's terrible," Arizona whispered conspiratorially. Callie shook her head with a disbelieving smile, glancing around to make sure no one else had heard her wife's remark.
"He's seven," Callie whispered back.
Arizona rolled her eyes, but kept quiet as the little seven-year-old violinist fumbled his way through the rest of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. She clapped begrudgingly when all of the other parents began to clap and cheer heartily, her wife included. When Callie gave her a look, she clapped her hands a little faster and gave a small smile.
Only a few seconds later, Arizona's smile was genuine, because a little girl who looked a lot like Callie had stood up confidently from her chair. Callie nudged her wife with a huge grin on her face.
"Get the camera!" Callie whispered excitedly, earning a couple glares from other audience members.
"I am, I am!" Arizona whispered back, though at this point it could hardly be called a whisper. She reached into her "Mommy" bag and finally dug out the video camera from its depths. If you'd asked her 10 years ago if she would proudly sport such a bag, she would have laughed long and hard in your face. But now, the enormous tote was just a symbol of her dedication to motherhood, and she absolutely loved it.
She brandished the camera just as Sofia Robbins-Torres reached the stand at the front of the stage. In her right hand was a half-sized trumpet. Sofia was the only trumpet player in the recital. In fact, she was the only student with a brass instrument. There was Sally, who had played a sweet song on the flute, but apart from the two of them, everyone else was playing the piano or the violin. When their daughter had picked the trumpet, Callie and Arizona were shocked and more than a little bit worried about their eardrums, but they loved how unique their daughter was. Arizona had only pouted for a few days about not being able to teach her little girl the violin.
Sofia took a big breath and pulled the trumpet tight against her lips. She positioned her fingers and blew into her instrument, producing a whining, grating sound. Eventually she found the right pitch and carefully started playing a simplified version of Ode to Joy. She made just as many mistakes as Tommy the violin non-virtuoso Arizona had derided.
"She was so perfect," Arizona said over the clapping.
Callie wanted to point out Arizona's double standards, but she was too in awe of her daughter to do so. "Yeah, she was."
Catching the emotion in Callie's voice, Arizona glanced over at her wife. "Are you…crying?"
"No."
"You so are."
Callie sighed. "It's the hormones. I can't help it," Callie said as her clapping slowed.
Arizona grinned and ran a hand over Callie's almost imperceptible baby bump. "You gotta make Mami stop crying, little one. Just between you and me, though, I think she'd be crying anyway."
Callie scoffed, but couldn't disagree.
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"When did we become so uncool?" Callie asked, while pouring herself a large glass of milk and grabbing a beer for Arizona.
Having made a pit stop at Sofia's favorite ice cream shop, the family had made it home from Sof's recital. Once home, the two proud mothers had complimented their daughter a million times. Much to her embarrassment, they'd replayed the recording. Sofia had proved that she had true musician in her blood as she criticized and critiqued her performance, cringing at all the sour notes. When Callie and Arizona had finally bestowed enough praise, they realized it was past Sofia's bedtime. Exhausted from the day's excitement, Sofia didn't put up much of a fight, and now, Callie and Arizona were contentedly enjoying some adult time before they, too, succumbed to their exhaustion.
"Don't know what you're talking about. I'm super cool," Arizona replied, taking the beer gratefully and scooting over on the couch to allow Callie to sit.
"Check the contents of your Mommy bag and try to tell me that again."
"So maybe we're not world-class European-traveling always-in-demand musicians anymore, but we're still cool. We're Mommy cool."
Callie snorted. She had married the biggest dork in the world. "I think just saying Mommy cool makes you uncool."
Arizona pouted as Callie laughed. The brunette leaned down to kiss her pouty lips. "Mmm, you taste good. You're mean for drinking my favorite in front of me."
"Only..." Arizona paused as she calculated her wife's forced sobriety "...6 months until you can drink very occasionally and only if you won't be breastfeeding for a few hours." She couldn't waste the opportunity to nag a little bit.
A playful scowl formed on Callie's face. Of course she didn't mind not drinking when she was housing a tiny human. "You'll just have to keep kissing me, then, whether you like it or not."
Arizona shifted so that she was curled into her wife's side. She subconsciously laid her left hand over Callie's stomach. "I think it's a sign of a good marriage that the only threats made are regarding kisses. I can certainly live with that."
Callie hummed her agreement, her thoughts already somewhere else. "Do you think the baby will also choose a brass instrument?"
"God, I hope not. One trumpeter in the family is all my ear drums can handle. I think he might be delightfully boring and play the piano."
"Oh, it's a boy, is it?" Callie asked. This was news to her.
"Yep," Arizona replied, leaving no room for discussion.
"I think maybe she will play the harp."
Arizona scrunched up her nose. She'd never understood the appeal of the harp. "Nope. I think we have the next Joshua Bell on our hands."
"I hate to break it to you, but I think you might be the only violinist in this family."
Arizona mulled this over for a moment, while Callie watched with arched eyebrow's. "I suppose I can live with that...unless..." Arizona paused, pondering the horror of her latest thought.
"Unless...what?" Callie asked hesitantly.
"What if he'd prefer to play a...sport?" Arizona asked. The way she'd whispered 'sport' you'd have thought she'd been talking about a venereal disease in a room full of uptight housewives. "I don't know how to be a soccer mom!"
Callie swallowed. "Well...we'll just go to all of her games, make sure she has her uniform...oh, and bring oranges and gatorade...and cheer when the other parents are cheering."
Arizona narrowed her eyes, before releasing an alarmingly loud laugh. "So, your only knowledge of sports comes from mini-van commercials?"
"Hey, I'm trying here!"
Arizona continued to laugh as she raised herself up, twisting so that one leg could straddle Callie's lap, careful not to put too much pressure on Callie's stomach. She cupped Callie's face with both hands and leaned in for a kiss.
"You're such a great mom," Arizona whispered sincerely when she pulled away.
"We make a great team," Callie pointed out, always humble about her mothering skills.
Nodding, Arizona slid one hand down Callie's side, delighting in her wife's involuntary shiver. "We make a great team on the stage, as parents, and…in the bed."
"That we do," Callie agreed as Arizona dipped her head down to attach her mouth to Callie's pulse point.
Arizona lifted her head only to shush her, before attending to her wife's neck once more. She toyed with Callie's hem, dipping her finger teasingly below the waistband of her jeans. With the other hand, she smoothly unclasped the button.
"Oh my god!" Callie exclaimed breathlessly all of a sudden.
"Am I that good?" Arizona quipped, her hands never stilling.
"No…no..."
"Sofia won't come out here, but if you want to move this to the bedroom, that's fine," Arizona mumbled against Callie's skin.
"I just thought of something horrifying," Callie began. This finally made Arizona stop and look up at her now flustered wife. "What if she's a drummer?"