AN: I start to sound like a broken record, but… Your reviews are so appreciated. It's you guys who keep me motivated! So thank you!
I'm glad you liked the second part of movie night…
Now, on with the 'Meeting Daddy' part – how will that go?
Enjoy!


It's safe to say that I've fallen, and it's not in the peel of a banana. No, I've fallen for the woman who cooked me the best meal in the world. I've fallen for the woman who swept me off my feet the minute I saw her. I've fallen completely for the woman who happens to have the most beautiful smile in the world, the softest lips and hair like ebony silk. I've fallen for her, and that is no secret. I feel like the luckiest person on Earth; something I haven't felt like in a very long time, maybe even ever before. She ignites something in me I didn't know I had, something that feels amazing. And to say that I don't mind fallen would be an understatement. Because I love the way I'm falling, I can't get enough of falling. I want to fall all the time and she gives me reasons to keep falling. Last night was everything I could've hoped for and so much more. I don't know what I expected, I don't know what I had in mind but nothing compared to what actually happened. I can still taste her even though I brushed my teeth twice, I can still feel her hands on me and I can still see those chocolate eyes reflect my own emotions. And it might the most delightful sight I've ever seen. I know I should feel down, I know I should at least wait a while before throwing myself in the arms of another woman but…I can't wait, I can't not throw myself into that warm embrace because…she's after all the reason I acted like I did. Callie's the reason why I finally saw that my life didn't make sense and now, now I feel like it does. She's given it purpose, already. And it's crazy but it's true. And if she weren't enough joy, her daughter happens to be just as awe-striking. It's so unreal how much impact two persons can have on you in such short time, but they have. They've got me.

I can't believe I offered Callie my support today, or well, I can. But I just didn't think I'd have the courage to actually tell her. Callie makes me do things I can't describe or quite understand, she makes me want to be there for her because I feel like she's been there for me. She might not have been there physically, but she was with me ever since the sight of her greeted my eyes and hypnotized my soul. She was with me when I felt I couldn't contain myself in the relationship I didn't know I shouldn't be in. She was with me the night I let myself free, and she was with me whenever I closed myself. And she still is. So I'm so relieved by the fact that I let my heart speak when she needed me, when I needed her. I'm actually a little…nervous is maybe the right word, about meeting this Mark guy. Obviously he's got very good genes because his daughter, no… Callie's daughter is beautiful. I know Sofia is a pure image of her mother, thank god for that, but Mark has got to be a fine looking man as well, to create something as beautiful and adorable as little Sofia. But the thought of being there when he comes by kind of has me going in and out of my body. I want to be there for Callie, and for Sofia as well, but at the same time I don't know what I'm doing there. I don't know what I'm supposed to say, all I know is that I'm going to be there for them. I'm going to sit through whatever it is Mark wants and only speak up when I'm addressed to or if it gets…too much for the girls? Yes, that's my plan. Arizona Robbins, almost Switzerland…

I look at my watch which tells me that it's almost 1, 12:50 to be more precise. I've been texting with Callie since I woke up, so I'm all giddy to finally see her again. I know I saw her just hours ago, 12 hours and 35 minutes actually, but it feels like it's been days or weeks or…years even. A second spent away from Callie multi explode, a feeling I'm not sure I'll ever get use to. And that's okay by me, I think. Pressing the entry phone with Callie's…Calliope's…name on, I smile in anticipation of hearing her sweet voice again.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me," I say in a happy voice.

"Arizona, hi. Hi, come on up," I pick up on Callie's distant voice right away. In the background I can hear Sofia's voice.

"Wendy…Wendy here. Av-zona! No, it's Wendy, Daddy. Av-zona yellow hair."

Daddy? Why is Mark already there? Maybe that was why Callie's voice had sounded the way it had? Great, that's just great. Not even am I going to be that awkward third wheel…forth wheel, actually…Now I'm going to be that person everyone eyes are on when I enter. How am I supposed to introduce myself? When the man asks me what I'm doing here, what am I supposed to say? That I'm falling. That I'm so deeply taken aback by the mother to his child that I can't stay away? That all I want to do is lavish her with sweet kisses all over her curvaceous body, feel her walls clamp around my fingers as she becomes a pool of sexual pudding in my hand, and explore every part of her soul as I pleasure her with the love of my tongue. I know I can't say that, even though that's all I think about. Even though that's all my own soul craves. But what can I say then? That I think I'm beginning to have these uncontrollable feelings towards the woman he somehow got pregnant? That I wish for everything in the world that I would get a chance at life with her?

The buzzing greets me entrance to the building and before I know it, I've climbed the stairs in 4 quick steps. Knocking on the door, I take a deep breath. Something's hitting the door almost as someone's jumping into it, and with the sound of small feet stamping and whiney puffs, I know it's Sofia trying to open the door. I smile, knowing that this little girl wants me to get in just as badly as I want myself.

"Help me!" she whines.

"Alright, alright, little one," the only man voice in the apartment calls with a chuckle.

"Big girl!" Sofia corrects him which makes me giggle. When the door finally opens a pair of delicious brown eyes peeks out and I'm immediately met with her endearingly cute smile. I give her one of my own smiles and crouch down to her.

"Hi there, big girl," I grin. Sofia isn't above throwing herself into my arms even though her father is right next to her, and I'm definitely not above letting her know that I'm completely fine with it. "I missed your hugs!" I coo into her soft hair as I rub her back.

"Hi Av-zona! You come, you c-c-come see me…again!" Sofia's big eyes shine when she pulls out of the hug and looks at me. "We have cookies. Mama make cookies. Pwetty cookies, bwlue emmenems," she eagerly informs me as I stand up.

"Blue M&M's," Mark tells me with a smile and a nod. "I'm Mark, hi."

"Yes, I got that," I smile, taking Sofia's offered hand as Mark opens the door fully to let me. "I'm-"

"Wendy," he cuts me off with a smirk. "I got that."

"Actually, Arizona is just fine," I nod and shake his hand with my free one. This is awkward and I can't see Callie anywhere.

"Then, hi Arizona. Nice of you to join us. Sofia hasn't stopped talking about you since I got here…which is about half an hour ago."

"Oh really?" I ask as a smile crosses my lips. Mark gives me a nod back and heads for the couch. As long as I've got Sofia I guess I can handle being…whatever it is I am. I toss my jacket and purse on their usual place on the chest in the hall, and follow Sofia into the living room.

"See, Av-zona. Cookies," Sofia exclaims with a clap and licks her lips excitedly.

"I see that. And they look really yummy, indeed," I perk up my voice and sits in the armchair beside the corner of the couch which Mark is currently sitting it. Sofia leans in to take a cookie, eyeing both Mark and I. She almost reaches her goal when the voice I've longed to hear, makes her withdraw her little hand.

"What did I tell you, Sofia?" Callie asks. I look up and finally connect with the woman I've dreamed off my entire life, and a huge smile immediately forms on my lips. I can see Callie's shoulders relax as our soul connects which makes me relax too. I don't know how she wants me to react around her when Mark's here, though. I don't know if I'm just a friend today or if I'm someone who made out with her last night on that very same couch Mark is sitting on.

Sofia pulls an adorable pout. "You say emmenems cookies when Av-zona come. Av-zona come now," she tells her mother as she points at me. Callie can't help but chuckle which gives Sofia all the permission she needs. Quickly snatching a cookie Sofia flops herself onto the couch besides Mark and munches away on her sugar circle. She's clearly more interested in her cookie than the man next to her.

"I see that," Callie confirms and leans down, resting one hand on the backrest of the armchair and the other on my thigh, she closes the space between us by bringing her lips to mine in a soft touch. And right there I know I definitely can't go under the friend label anymore, not with this public show of attention. It's not in public really, I know that, but there are others around than just me and her and her daughter, so it has to mean something. The kiss is sweet and almost angelic, it feels like we're kissing for hours because the sensation of lips against lips is so overwhelmingly powerful, and Callie's humming of satisfaction vibrates down my throat and rests in my stomach and sex. Wow!

"Alright, alright. Quit the show, Torres. I know she's yours," Mark smirks, his comment going straight to my crazy brain and shoots my eyes open. Hers? Like in hers-hers? What does that mean? Callie obviously sensed my tension and pulls back, a big smile adorned to her beautiful face. I must look like a big fish right now…Great, Arizona. Charming. Close your mouth, gather yourself.

"Hi," she smiles and pecks my lips one more time before sitting herself in the other corner of the couch. "Just telling you not to get any unhealthy, disgustingly ideas," Callie smirks as she turns her head towards the tall man.

"Oh, they're already there," he chuckles which gets him a jerk with the Latina's head.

"Mark!" Callie motions towards her daughter who's, thankfully, very oblivious to what's going on.


Sofia disappears into her own room after she's got the third 'no' to get another cookie, not showing any kind of interest in conversing the man who came to see her. All the while Callie and Mark's banter keeps going on as a ping-pong match and I don't understand how come Callie had been so nervous about it; it's very clear that these two has some sort of…weird? Special?...communication, so if she's nervous she's hiding it really well because it's very hard for me to tell. Actually I think it's me who feels the most uncomfortable about the whole situation, not really knowing what to add to the conversation or family. So instead I just take in the beauty all Gods made possible for me to look at; catching her glance once every minute I can't help but blush. When Callie softly jerks with her head towards me, I raise my eyebrows in question as I fidget with my thumb ring.

"Come here?" Callie sweetly asks.

"Me?" I dumbly question, mentally slapping myself for making such a fool out of myself in front of… Sofia's farther? Callie's daughter's father? Callie's friend?

"Yeah, you, you goof," she chuckles, patting the cushion.

I raise and round the couch, carefully placing myself next to Callie. Again, I feel like the awkward third wheel, sitting in the middle of two good friends… I was supposed to be the cool, caring support system today and here I am, feeling like I could use that kind of help myself. I usually don't feel like this but…God, Callie makes me feel all sorts of things. Nervous being one of them. The awkwardness of me being in the middle quickly disappears when Callie, who's sitting with her back against the armrest and one smooth leg leaning against the back of the couch, pulls me into her while coaxing me to pull both of my legs up too. So now I'm facing a stranger while the woman I swoon over just thinking about is resting her chin on my shoulder, her hands playing with the hem of my jeans and holding me tight around the waist. It feels amazing and I instantly relax, finding one of her hands and smoothly intertwines it with mine as my other hand rests on my knee.

"So, Arizona…" Mark drawls. Oh god, what? What does he want? "I hear you've been taking good care of my girls?" he grins.

"We are not your girls, Mark!" Callie rebukes seriously.

"Oh, come on… sort of…" he tries.

"Not at all."

"Okay. So, Arizona…"

My attention goes to him again. "Yeah?"

"What are your intentions with Callie?"

"Excuse me?" – "Mark!"

"I just mean…what do you-"

"I don't think that's any of your business," I state, feeling Callie's hold on me tightens. "And…I could ask you the same question, actually."

"And I could give you the same answer as you gave me," he deadpans whereas Callie lets a low growl escape her throat, tickling my neck oh so teasingly. Without being able to actually see Callie's eyes, I know she's giving Mark some sort of a glare because he's clearing his throat, reading himself. "I just dropped by because I wanted to see my daughter. I never get to spend any time with her because I live in New York, and me getting a big case here in Seattle gave me an opportunity. And I like hanging out with Callie. There, that's my reason," the man finishes, taking a bite of a cookie.

"A case?" my curiosity peaks and I want to know everything about this man who likes to hang out with Callie. "What do you do?"

"You haven't told her, Cal? Ow, my feelings are hurt!" Mark dramatically throws a hand to his chest.

"Um no. What you do is not important. Why would I spend my time with Arizona on talking about your big doctor gigs?"

"But you like to use the time you spend with me on talking about her children's skills? Hmm… Hurt, hurt!"

"She's important, you're not," Callie smirks, nuzzling her nose behind my ear and sending butterflies into my veins. "And besides, I never see you. So don't complain."

"That's why it's not polite…to babble about your girlfriend, never seeing me and such," he laughs. And again…my mind goes crazy. Did he just call me her girlfriend? Did he actually just call me Callie's girlfriend? I think I like him…but ONLY because he called me her girlfriend. And because he made it possible for Sofia to be here. Only because of that. I don't like how he has this devilish smirk plastered to his face like…constantly. It creeps me out just a fraction.

Quickly jumping into the conversation again, I add. "So, doctor? What kind of doctor then?" I give him a small smile, leaning further into Callie's embrace.

"Plastic!" He proudly states.

"Of course," I snort and Callie starts laughing.

Mark waves his hand at us and turns his head to the pile of boxes and toys in front of the TV. "Guess she isn't much for toys, huh?" he says in a defeated voice, and it almost makes me sad that he doesn't know that pink fairies and Bratz just don't do it for Sofia.

Callie's about to answer when I beat her to it. "She likes Peter Pan the most," I tell him, suddenly feeling…I don't know…like I've got the right to tell him, which I really don't.

"Oh. That's why her room is filled with all those pirate things, I guess," he gives a weak smile. "Go figure…"

"Yeahh," Callie breathes then places her lips on my earlobe, whispering. "You are great."


When Mark leaves and I go to clean up the table and kitchen, Callie stalks up behind me and links her fingers against my stomach. It feels natural, it feels like we've always done this – and I like it. No. I love it, I need it. I want it. She rests her head on my shoulder and blows hot wind down my neck.

"Thank you…for being here. For being you. For being so great."

"No need to thank me!" I state honestly because there's really no other place I'd rather be than here. In her arms. "But I have a question…"

"Hit me," she chuckles. I can feel her full breasts press themselves against my back and I it takes all I've got not to think about how it'd be to actually touch them, to feel them, to feel her naked body pressed against mine. I want to know everything and every part of Callie as I possibly can, that being her body too.

"Mark…he called…he said…and I really liked it…I just wasn't, you know…um, I didn't know…I want to, like really…want to…but I just didn't know if it was an option, if you…wanted it to…and then he called me…and you didn't correct him and I felt this huge thing…and I-I-I want to be.."

"Arizona…" Callie sighs as she spins me around in her arms. "Breathe," she smiles.

Inhaling some much needed air, I look her right in the eyes and exhales. "Okay."

"So what were you gonna say? And please try speaking in real sentences this time," she grins, tucking a stray of hair behind my ear.

"I need to know…"

"What?" she asks softly.

"Why didn't you correct him?"

"When?"

"When he called me…when he talked about us being girlfriends and I really don't want to pressure you into something by coming here, all I wanted to do was support you because I like you, like really like you and if you feel like you owe me anything or something, I don't want you to make me feel better by letting me think that we're girlfriends because if we're not, I understand. It's new. You've got a child. I'm just…well, a blonde who's like crazy about you and I'll understand…it's not just letting me into your life but into your daughter's as well. And I'm a big girl, I can take it. Just tell me so I don't have to-"

I'm cut off by Callie's lips on mine. That's everything I know, that's everything I feel. She almost sucks the air out of my lungs, my mind goes dizzy and I slowly feel my knees give in. It's an explosion of flowers and stars, of Christmas lights and Halloween candy. It's devotion. And passion.

"Shut up!" she tells me when she breaks the kiss and nips at my bottom lip.

"Mama?" Sofia asks from behind Callie.

"Yeah, baby?" Callie answers, still keeping her eyes on me.

"Can me play with your gwirlfriend now?"

"Of course you can," she chuckles and pecks my lips. "You can play with my girlfriend."

And just like that, I fall. Again. I just keep falling. And it's the best feeling in the world…to know that even though you're falling, you soar like ever before.


So what did you guys think? Is that the last we've seen of Mark? How will Sofia react when she experiences that Arizona isn't just a playmate but her mom's girlfriend? How will it affect their lives? Is it easy to make a new family? Well, you tell me.
Stay tuned.