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ARIZONA'S POV

Waking up, I find Eliza's place beside me in my bed empty. It's been just over a week now since her return to Grey Sloan and we've fallen into a routine of staying together almost every night at one or the other's places. It's scary to admit, but I'm beginning to get so used to sleeping beside her that I can't stand the thought of sleeping alone. After Callie, I got so used to being alone - to the point that I had almost accepted that maybe this was how things were going to be. I didn't expect to find someone new - at least not anytime soon. But it turns out that Eliza isn't just "someone new"... she's become so much more.

Crawling out of bed, I wonder whether Eliza has been paged into work, or just decided to head home. I check my phone. No new messages. I wander out into the hallway and as I head down the stairs, I'm greeted by the smell of pancakes and the sound of CNN. Eliza hears my footsteps from the couch and turns to look at me, motioning me toward her. "Come here, sleepyhead," she chuckles.

Looking at the clock as I approach her, I see that it's 8:30am. "It's still early and it's my day off," I fuss as a yawn escapes my mouth. "Of course I'm sleepy."

She raises an eyebrow at me and stifles a laugh, reaching to pull me into her lap and hugging her arms around my waist. "Well then, someone's cranky in the mornings." It's true - I'm not a morning person at all. I mean, I get up early for work because I love my job, but on my days off, sleep is a treasure. There are few things that can make me get out of bed early on my day off, and Eliza Minnick is definitely one of them.

She strokes my hair, pulling the free strands out of my face as she looks up at me. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Morning," I smile sluggishly, falling into her arms and resting my head on her shoulder. "I missed you," I sigh into her neck.

She giggles. "I was right here - I only got out of bed awhile ago!" She ghosts her fingers up and down my back as I bury myself into her, still waking up. "I love you, Arizona," she says softly into my ear.

I sit back up to look at her, feeling myself blush. "I love you more."

She remains silent, a smile making its way onto her face as she gazes back at me and intertwines our fingers.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I smile back at her.

"It's just..." she trails off, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I'm not used to someone saying that - 'I love you' - and actually meaning it the way you do."

"You've never been in love?" I ask, a little thrown off.

"That's not what I meant," she shakes her head. "I mean that no one has ever made me feel loved the way that you do."

"There's still so much I don't know about you," I tell her. "And yet you know all about my baby mama drama." She bursts into laughter at my words.

"What do you want know?" She asks. The truth is, I want to know everything. I want to know her fears, her hopes, her dreams, her weaknesses, her scars... the good and the bad, I want it all of it.

She pulls me even closer, if that was at all possible, and I swear I could stay right here in her arms forever. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to," I assure her. "But I was wondering about your past relationships... if you've ever been in love... things like that. There's a lot of things you don't know about me and Callie either, and I'll open up to you about those, too."

"You can ask me anything you want," she says, stroking my cheek. "But first, there's a stack of pancakes in the kitchen with your name on it, so let's eat breakfast and then we can curl up and talk about our feelings," she cracks, winking at me.

"I'm guessing you enjoyed your pancakes?" Eliza comes up behind me as I sit at the kitchen island, nuzzling my neck.

"So good," I sigh, and she giggles. "Thank you, baby. And you know, you still haven't made me perogies!"

"Mmm," she kisses my neck. "Soon. Do you want to know what I said to you in the stairwell that day when I invited myself over to your house?" She asks.

"That time you spoke Polish to me and I almost had to go change my panties?" She bursts into laughter at my bluntness and nods.

"Yes, baby. That time," she giggles. "Jak posmakujesz moje pierogi to nie bedziesz chciala innych," she whispers into my ear, her breath tickling my neck.

Oh my god. "W-What does that mean?"

"Once you taste my perogi, you won't want anyone else's," she purrs into my ear.

"Is that so?" I smirk, hopping out of my chair. She wraps her arms around me and presses me against the kitchen island.

"Yes," she says smugly before giving me a quick peck on the cheek and walking over to sit on the couch. "I'm waiting," she teases, patting the cushion next to her. "I'll tell you all about my boring life! Come here, sexy."

I plop onto the couch next to her. "You can come closer," she smirks.

"Shut up," I tease. "You come here this time." She shakes her head and climbs onto my lap.

"So," she starts.

"So," I repeat her, brushing her hair aside from her face. "I don't know. Have you ever been in love?"

"Wow!" She chuckles. "You jump right to the point, don't you?" I wrap my arms her waist, waiting patiently. I don't want to push her, and if she isn't comfortable telling me, I'm certainly not going to force her to overshare with me. "Once," she replies. "It was when I was back at home, in New York. During med school." She stops there.

"You don't have to tell me anything you aren't comfortable with," I assure her.

"No, it's not that," she replies. "I just, I don't talk about it much. We were together for most of med school - three and a half years. I was going to ask her to marry me after graduation. A few months before graduation, I had gotten it all planned and everything. And then I found out she had been cheating on me throughout the majority of our relationship." She bites her lip and looks down.

"Eliza," I tighten my grip around her waist and kiss her cheek. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

"It's all okay now, but it broke me for a long time. I didn't have any serious relationships after that. I didn't let myself get attached to anyone anymore - I learned how to talk to girls, how to say the right things... and I slept with a lot of women. It was how I filled the big gaping hole inside of me that was left after it felt like I had my heart ripped out. I didn't know how else to deal with it, so I ended up hurting a lot of people. I regret that a lot."

"You were hurting and you were just trying to get through the pain," I respond. "I'm not perfect. I slept with a lot of women during my residency. I kind of had a reputation for that," I sigh. "And I didn't get attached either. It wasn't my thing at all. It was all about sex."

"So you're not judging me and you don't think I'm a horrible person?" She questions me, looking into my eyes.

"Of course not," I assure her. "You don't have to tell me anything else right now. I can tell it's hard for you to talk about. But I have to ask..." I trail off. "Do you still love her?"

"What?" She raises an eyebrow at me. "No," she scoffs, leaning into me. "I got over her a long time ago. I've been over it. I've slowly learned to open up again and not close myself up."

"So what happened to make you do that?" I ask.

She wraps her arms around my neck and looks at me softly, taking a moment before she responds. "You did. You happened."

Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that response. She kisses me and my mind goes a million places at once, and I'm wishing that I could stay right here, in this house, with Eliza in my arms, forever. Everything is still new but I have no doubt that everything about this is just... right.

She pulls away when our kiss ends and all I can do is sit back and admire her beauty. "What?" She chuckles, noticing that I'm staring and haven't spoken up yet.

"I was so numb these last few years before I met you. After everything that happened with Callie... you have no idea. What we did to each other was horrible, but that's another story for another time. But I had been so hurt, and I had just accepted that I was meant to be alone. Romantically, anyway. That maybe I was just meant to be a mom, and I love Sofia more than life itself, so that was good enough for me. And I didn't admit it then, but I was so lonely, and I was prepared to spend the rest of my life that way."

"You don't have to be alone anymore, love," she wraps herself up in me and hugs me tight. "I'm right here, and I plan on staying if you'll have me." She pulls back and looks at me again.

"Of course," I respond. "I want this - me and you. I'm not running from this. I love you, and I'm scared to get hurt, because I do love you so much already, but I'm not running."

She leans into me, pressing our foreheads together as her hands find the back of my neck. "I wouldn't dream of hurting you and I'm not running either, Arizona. I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

"There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with," I smile. "You wanna go out and enjoy our day off? It's a beautiful day outside."

"Let's go!" She says excitedly. "I'm gonna take you on that date I promised."