Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I just like to play with them a little...that sounds sooo wrong. Anywho, these characters and all of their glory belong fully to Shonda Rhimes, abc, and all of those great people.
A/N: This is my first fanfic everrr. Tell me what ya think? All reviews (good or bad) are welcomed, they make me want to write more. A little heads up: 'thoughts' , "speech", Callie's text messages , Arizona's text messages - again, this looks confusing but it isn't, you'll see. Enjoy and reveiw and stuff, thanks!:)
A/N 2: Super duper, duper, duper, duper sorry for the delay on this chapter, guys. My laptop has been dead for weeks and there was nothing I could do about it. I have a temp. charger until I get a new one so...YaY! I wrote this in like two hours because I wanted to give you guys something. Hope you all enjoy it, all mistakes are mine =/ Thanks for sticking around! Oh yeah, I posted this chapter and deleted it and now I'm posting it again. Don't mind me.
Chapter 11: Present Day
When I wake up, I can feel that I'm in bed alone. Stretching, I sit up and look around the room. Seeing that Callie's id and pager are still on the nightstand, tells me that she isn't at the hospital. Looking at the clock, I see that it is 10:43, 'Wow, I slept late' I think to myself. Hearing giggling and talking coming from outside of the bedroom, I figure that Callie is up with Xavier. A smile graces my lips as I reflect on the events of last night.
..::Last Night::..
We walk into our bedroom and start to rid of our street clothes. Callie walks into the bathroom first, and while she's in there, I go to check on Xavier. When I get into his room, he's asleep with his toy fire truck in his hand. I slowly take the hard plastic toy and cover him up. I give him a kiss on his head and turn to leave his room. Cutting out his light, I leave the door cracked.
Back in the bedroom, it's silent other than the opening and closing of the clothes drawers and the water running in the bathroom. I hear the water stop and Callie walks out of the bathroom as I make my way in, nightclothes in hand. When we walk pass each other, I can see that she's been crying, I give her a sad smile as she walks over to the bed.
When I get out of the bathroom, Callie is sitting on the edge of the bed. I go and sit next to her. Looking up, I catch her eye for a moment and then she looks away.
"You know, I've seen you cry before, Cal. You don't have to be all badass with me." I tell her, putting a hand on her knee.
Callie and Mark had been friends for—like—ever and as much as I can't stand him (which is a whooollleee lot) Callie loves him and kicking him out had to be hard for her.
"I'm sorry." she says to me.
"For what?" I say confused.
"For not noticing. I mean, I know you and Mark never really get along but those last days that he was here, they were different. You were different— towards him— and, I don't know, I should have known that something was up. I should have asked if everything was okay. I just…I just took it at as you being bitter, I guess. And I'm really sorry, Arizona." she tells me.
"Don't be sorry." I say, rubbing random patterns on her knee. "We've been going through a lot lately and I don't want to dwell on the past, okay? So don't be sorry, because everything is trying to work itself out and being sorry over something like that isn't going to help." I tell her, honestly. "Oh, and thank you…you know, for sticking up for me with Mark. That had to be hard."
"No, actually, it was easy." she says, looking up at me. The tears had stopped and I could see her beautiful brown eyes clearly now. "And you don't have to thank me, Arizona… I love Mark,…but when it comes to you two, there is no question. I pick you. I'd pick you with my eyes closed. I'd pick you with my hands tied behind my back. I'd pick you…jumping…on a trampoline," she says with a small smile, saying the first thing that popped into her head. "I'd pick you—every time, I'll pick you. So, no, you don't have to thank me." Callie says to me and I can tell she means it.
"Besides, Mark deserved that. No one could ever get away with talking to you like that." she says looking up at me, "No one."
It was quiet for a little while, with us just looking into each other's eyes. "We'll get through this, right?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Absolutely, right." She smiles and leans in to kiss me but I back up, "Nah-Uh," I tell her, "The talking isn't done yet."
"Wha—Ariz—I just threw Mark out of our apartment, what more do you want?" she says, jokily.
"Yeah, whatever. You know there's more to talk about." I say climbing in bed. She climbs up too.
"Yeah, I know." she tells me calmer now. A few minutes of silence pass until, "Hey, Zo?"
"Yeah?" I ask
"I know I can't kiss you or anything but…you can't take away the spoonin'!" she say as she wraps her arms around me.
I giggle and cuddle into her embrace, "Baby, how we spoon like no one else." I mumble a line from one of or favorite songs, 'You and I' by Ingrid Michaelson. She laughs and then says,
"Well talk tomorrow. You, me, and Mark. We'll get everything straightened out, okay?"
"But what about Xavier, I don't want him around all of the yelling…and I'm sure there will be lots of that." I say.
"Oh yeah…Oh wait, no, remember, he's going to that birthday party with Cristina and Owen tomorrow?" she says.
"Yeah, but I'm not sure if he should go…you know, with the whole broken ankle, cast thing." I say, turning to look at her.
"Yeah but he's with two doctors I think he'll be fine. Besides, Owen is pretty protective over his godson, I'm sure he won't let things get too out of hand." she tells me.
"That is true… Okay, tomorrow we'll talk." I tell her, turning back to my original position.
"Tomorrow we'll talk." Callie says through a yawn.
A very comfortable, very cozy silence falls over us and as I'm drifting asleep, I hear Callie's sleepy voice, "I love you. So much."
I smile, half asleep. Even after all these years, those words still make me feel all warm inside. "I love you too. Sooo much."
..::Back to the Present::..
After last night, I'm very confident that we'll work things out, and I can feel things getting back to normal. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, and then make my way out to my family.
"Good morning, guys" I say.
"Morning, Babe." Callie says looking up from the paper she's reading. I smile at her use of a pet name.
"Hm. It's been a while since I've heard that in the morning." I say smiling. Callie just smiles at me and goes back to her paper. She looks so cute in her reading glasses. They're blue with lavender polka dots. Very un-badass, if you ask me.
"Good morning, Mommy." I hear Xavier call from the couch where he's watching cartoons and eating his breakfast.
"Whoa, Bud, What's up with this," I say motioning over to him, "We eat breakfast at the table, you know that."
"Mama said I could!" he tells me, turning back to the TV.
I walk over to Callie whose trying to hide behind her news paper, "Okay, explain," I say, putting on my best serious face.
"Okay…well…I kind of tried to help him learn to use his crutches earlier…and…umm, he kind of fell and he started to cry and you know I can't stand to see him cry, especially when it's my fault soooo, I…made-his-favorite-yogurt-pancakes-and-let-him-watch-his-cartoons." she quickly says the last part in one breath.
"You made him fall!" I say mocking shock.
"It was an accident, and he's fine. I swear your son could be an actor." she says.
"Wow, Calliope," I say through a laugh, "At least he's okay. What time are Owen and Cristina suppose to be coming?" I ask.
"They said 12:30 and they should be back around 6ish because they're gonna take Xavier out and stuff after the party."
Looking at the clock, I see that it is 11:02 and bathing a four year old who has a cast on his leg should take some time so I try to pull Xavier from his cartoons.
"Hey, Xavier, let's go get a bath so you can be all ready for the party."
"What party?" he says, not looking away from the TV.
"The party you're going to with Uncle Owen and Au—"
He turns off the TV before I can finish my sentence. He and Owen have a special bond. Sometimes I think he likes him more that he likes Mark. I wouldn't blame him.
"Do you want to try and use your crutches again?" I say him.
He thinks about it for a moment and then shakes his head no, "Later, I want to be ready when Uncle Owen comes!" he says.
I go over to pick him up and we make our way to his bathroom,
"Cal, can you pick him some clothes out?" She nods without looking up from her paper. 'God, she looks cute in those glasses and when she's all focused and stuff.' I think to myself. I brush off the tight feeling that I'm getting in the pit of my stomach, and continue to the bathroom.
O_O_O_O_O_O
Xavier likes to dress, and even though we sometimes picked out the clothes he wears, he helps to pick them out when we shop. He has a distinct style for a four year old and doesn't mind getting dressed up if there is a special occasion. Today he wore a pair of gray Vans shorts, a gray and white, stripped, Vans T-shirt, and a pair of red authentic Vans…well, one red authentic Van, considering the cast.
"You all ready to go?" I asked Zay as he and Callie came out of his room.
"Yeah, when is Uncle Owen gonna get her?" he asked.
"Ahh, about that… they wanted us to bring him over to their place." I tell Callie.
"Why," she asks, sitting Xavier down on the couch, "I really don't feel like driving."
"Because driving all the way over here is taking them out of their way," I tell her. "Why don't you want to drive?" I ask, curious.
"I just told you I don't feel like it. And I, ahh, I don't really feel good." she tells me, "You go."
I know she's lying but I let it pass because I don't want to start a fight, we're doing good. "Okay. I'll go." I tell her.
"Okay." she says.
"Alright." I say. "Come on, Bud. Tell your Mama you'll see her later." I say picking him up.
"See ya later, Mama." he tells Callie, as we walk over to the door.
"Okay, mijo," she says following us to the door, kissing Xavier's head "Have fun…and bring me some cake!" she yells right before the door closes.
O_O_O_O_O_O
"Ohhh, these times are hard, and they're makin' us cray-zay , don't give up on me, Bay-bay!" Zay sings along to The Script's 'For the First Time'.
Listening to him, I giggle and turn the music down a little lower. "What do you know about that, little man?" I joke with him. "Shouldn't you be singing along to Big Time Rush or something?"
"I like The Script, Mommy… And Paramore, and ummm Oh, I like Drake too!"
"Drake? Like Drake and Josh?" I ask, partly confused.
"No, Mommy. Like Drake... the rapper!" he says matter-of-factly.
I love Drake but I don't like Xavier listening to him. A lot of his raps aren't kid friendly and so I only listen to him when it's just me and Callie. "Where'd you hear Drake?" I ask, exiting the highway.
"Daddy." he say, half way distracted by the Toy 'R' Us we just rode past.
"Hmm. Okay, we'll talk about that later." I say to Xavier, but more to myself.
It's quiet in the car for a few minutes, aside from the low radio.
"Mommy?" Xavier asks, still looking out the window.
"Yeah, Bud?" I say looking at him through my mirror.
"Are you and Mama gonna break up?" he says, calmly.
The question took me by surprise and it took me a little while to answer. "No way, Xavier. Why would you think that?" I ask him.
"Joey's Mom and Dad broke up…and he said that they yelled a lot... At each other and... I heard you and Mama yelling that night I went to the aquarium with Uncle Owen and Auntie Cris and …. I just don't want you and Mama to break up." he say, and I can tell that he is a little afraid and worried.
"Your Mama and I love each other, okay?" I tell him and he nods. "We are always going to be together, no matter what happens." I say more to myself than Xavier. "Okay, Bud?" I tell him, parking in front of Owen and Cristina's.
O_O_O_O_O_O
"You'll never believe what Xavier asked me in the car—" I said walking into mine and Callie's apartment, stopping when I realized that the living room was empty.
"Callie?" I call, dropping my keys on the table.
'She must be in the bedroom' I think to myself, walking towards our room.
"Callie" I say opening the door. When I get into the room, my breath catches in my throat. Callie is standing facing the dresser. She is trying to pull on a pair of jeans, revealing her white and blue panties and her shirt is off showing her white and blue bra. 'God, she's sexy' I think.
When she see's me, she tries to pull the jeans on quicker, "Hey, Arizona, what—what are you doing back so quick?" she asked, her voice high in pitch.
I heard the bathroom door open and she turned to look at it. "Arizona, I'm sorry, just let me explain." she turns towards me with a shirt in her hand, her eyes are wide and she's reaching for the heart shape pendant on her necklace.
"Huh," I ask confused, " What are you sorry for? And explain about wha—" Just as I was finishing my sentence, Mark walks out of our bathroom. With nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Hey, Blondie." he says with the biggest grin I've ever seen, "Well," he continues, "This is awkward."
A/N: DON'T SHOOT!...I have a plan, I promise. Review tho!
