I apoligize for the fact that this chapter is on the short side. I'm getting ready to go on vacation next week, so that's keeping me busy. Plus, something else came up that will leave me with no time to write for the next few days (which is when I had orginally planned to have time). I just wanted to get something up for you since I won't even have access to a computer at all next week. I didn't want anyone to have to wait that long. Hopefully this chapter is still enjoyable even if it's not a long one. I'll be working on this story some more once I get back from my vacation. Thanks for understanding.

Callie and Arizona had arrived at the bed and breakfast only a few hours ago, but they were already enjoying the privacy and lack of responsibility that came along with the four walls of their room. There would be no interruptions from a crying baby or a couple of pagers right now. Even Mark wouldn't be calling them. For one, he would be busy with the little one, plus they had told him that – if and when they felt the need to check in on sweet Sofia – they would be the ones calling.

For now, all that they needed was a bed and the bottle of massage oils that they had brought with them. It may have still been light outside, but they had begun their "night" already. Right now, they lay there with their bodies intertwined with each other's and simply took in the moment.

"This was a good idea," Arizona smiled, giving Callie a lingering kiss.

"I thought so," Callie replied.

"It's almost like we get two honeymoons," she told her. "Only we aren't actually newlyweds just yet."

"When do you want to have the wedding?" she wondered.

She definitely already felt married and she was sure her fiancé felt the same way. They shared a life together and they had a great little family. To Callie, that was what marriage truly meant. It wasn't about the big day. That would come, but the commitment had already been made. Often people in their situations threw weddings in order to make the way that they felt legal, but unfortunately, the State of Washington didn't afford these two ladies that same right. Still, they were going to have a wedding; it would be just the same as any other and its purpose would be to celebrate their love. While they wished for the legal rights they didn't have, they also knew that they didn't need them in order to show each other – and everyone else – how much they meant to one another.

"I've always wanted a summer wedding," she smiled, imagining it. "Outdoor. It would be in the morning since we wouldn't want it too be too warm, and also since, if we did it like that, we'd be able to spend the whole rest of the day celebrating instead of spending half of it getting ready. It would mean we'd have to start getting ready at the crack of dawn, but we're mommies. And surgeons. We can do early."

"And that would mean we'd spend less of the day apart, too."

"Apart?"

"So that we don't see each other before the ceremony."

She smiled. "Oh, that's silly. I know its tradition and you're traditional, but we're already a having super traditional "invite everybody we know and their plus one" wedding. I see no reason why we can't get ready together. It's not going to jinx us. We've broken up and gotten back together how many times? Plus, I was in a coma for almost a month and I'm still here. What else could possibly happen?"

"Let's not ask for it," Callie said. "But okay. Compromise is good. We'll get ready together."

"Good."

"Are we going to do it this summer?" Arizona asked. "I kind of liked the idea of waiting until Sofia's a little older. Not that she'll really understand for awhile, but she can at least be a part of it if she's older. That way, we can show her the video and the pictures and she can know that we included her in our celebration."

"We could wait," Callie said. "But if we did it in say, August, she'd be thirteen months. That's old enough for her to be there – and awake the whole time – at the ceremony. Sure, including a toddler might get interesting, but who cares? It's our day."

"True," she said. "Okay."

"I want to be your wife as soon as possible," she told her, giving her a kiss.

"Same here," she agreed.

"Honeymoon in Spain?" she asked, thinking back to that conversation that they had had when Arizona was still not willing to have children.

Thankfully, that had worked out. They had the world's most perfect baby girl – at least by their standards – and Arizona was enjoying motherhood just as much as Callie was. There had been some unique challenges that came with Arizona's introduction into parenthood, but she was Mommy. There was absolutely no denying that now. She and Sofia both looked at each other as if the other made the world go around. It was everything Callie had ever imagined, yet they were very much still able to do the things that Arizona had planned long before a baby was a part of those plans. This, to Callie, was the definition of marriage. Together, they were able to make each other's dreams come true, and fall in love with those dreams themselves along the way.

"Absolutely."

"I may not look as great in that bikini as you originally imagined, but hey," she said, reaching for the massage oils and beginning to rub them into Arizona all over again as they talked. "We'll make it work."

"What's so wrong with your body?"

"Left over baby weight that, other than breastfeeding and all of the time I spend walking around the hospital, I don't have time to work off. Oh, and these," she added, tracing a hand across the stretch marks that their daughter had been gracious enough to leave her with.

"You forgot how incredible your boobs are," she smiled. "Not that they haven't always been, but pregnancy and nursing have certainly helped them out."

"Until I stop nursing and they deflate and sag."

"Shh…" she said, holding a finger up to her fiancé's lips in an effort to silence her. "Let's not use words like 'sag' on our romantic getaway."

"Good point."

"But I won't care," she said. "Calliope, you gave me an amazing daughter. Those stretch marks aren't anything to be ashamed of. They're something to be proud of. You grew a person. I know a lot of people do it, but when you think about it, it's actually pretty unreal."

Callie smiled.

"And, for the record, I'll love your body no matter what happens to it."

"I know," she said. "But still. You have this perfect body. And the same kid."

"And maybe I'll have the next one," she said, kissing her. "And we'll both have the stretch marks and all of that. And you'll see. It doesn't matter. I think they're gorgeous, Calliope."

"Next one, huh?" she asked.

"I said maybe," she said. "Let's get the first one out of diapers. Maybe into preschool. Then we'll talk."

"Okay."

"But I have to admit that one more kid as great as Sofia wouldn't be bad at all."

"Nope," Callie said.

"We'll see how it works out," Arizona replied, taking the massage oils from Callie. "But you wanna know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think we should stop all this baby talk and start doing something a little more adult," she smiled. "Again."

"I like the way you think," she said, as her fiance's warm skin ended up pressed close against hers one more time.

"I thought you might."