A/N: Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it. This will probably be the last chapter until the new year for me. Sorry it's kind of short but I couldn't really think of a way to expand it.

Chapter 12

A knock at the door startled the entire group, and all eyes went to the door, except for Callie's whose eyes were still trained on her daughter. When she finally did look up she couldn't believe who their visitor was.

"Dad, you here?" Callie asked with disbelief. Arizona did say he would be out as soon as he could, but Callie honestly didn't think it would be for a little while longer, a week at least. Carlos Torres was a busy man, and not one to drop things easily. She loved her father dearly, but business had kept him away for a good chunk of her life.

"Of course I'm here," Carlos smiled. "I had to see for myself that you were truly awake. Not that I didn't believe you, Arizona," he said in the blondes direction. "Oh Calliope, sweetheart, I'm so glad you came back to us."

"Me too," Arizona agreed with a vigorous nod.

Callie looked around the room at all the people who obviously cared for her and then down at the infant in her arms. "I'm pretty happy about it myself," she replied wistfully.

Arizona glanced between father and daughter. She knew both of them had so much to say to the other and yet a silence had descended upon them. The Torres family had never been great at communication. "Mom, Dad, how about we go down to the cafeteria and get some lunch."

Callie snapped her head around to Arizona. "You don't have to go." She wasn't sure if she was just trying to reassure Arizona that it was fine, or if she didn't want the other woman to leave her alone with her father. Not that she didn't love the man, but she wasn't sure what to say to him anymore. Especially after hearing about what had happened during her coma.

"It's alright. I'm sure my parents are hungry." She gave the elder Robbins' a look that clearly said 'go with me on this.' Which they both answered with a nod. "We'll be back soon, and I'll bring you up some real food," she smirked. So far Callie hadn't taken a liking to the meals that were brought to her room. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Callie replied easily. As she watched the Robbins family leave the room, she was grateful that Arizona didn't try to take Sofia with her. She needed at least a little bit of a buffer, even if it was a sleeping baby.

Carlos stood there uncomfortable for only a minute before deciding to take the seat that Arizona had just vacated. "It seems Arizona is very glad to have you back," he smiled. While he'd never imagined his baby girl with another woman, he couldn't imagine anyone loving Callie more than Arizona seemed to. "She was so beside herself after the accident."

She hadn't given a whole lot of thought to what it had been like for Arizona, but she could imagine it hadn't been easy. And Arizona was a take charge kind of person, she knew it had to have been hard on her lover to have no control on the situation. "I can imagine. She hasn't really left my side since I woke up."

Carlos grinned. Another reason why he could admit he liked Arizona, her dedication to those she loved. "She didn't really leave your side after the accident either." He paused for a moment, trying to remember the time he spent in the hospital then. "Well that's not entirely true, but she only left your side to be at Sofia's. I don't think that girl got a wink of sleep for that first week. One of your doctor friends finally sedated her when she was too weak to resist just so she could get some sleep."

Callie would have to ask her about that. She didn't like the idea of Arizona running herself ragged. It wouldn't do any of them any good and she wanted to make sure it never happened again. And she was a little surprised she hadn't heard about this before now. Especially with the way their friends love to gossip.

"So, Arizona told me you have some amnesia, but that they were expecting it as a possible outcome."

"Yeah. The last thing I remember apparently happened two years ago or so," Callie admitted.

"Ah. So you don't know anything about that little sweetheart right there," Carlos concluded with a glance at the sleeping Sofia.

"No, and Arizona won't tell me anything either. Why is there something I should know?" she asked hopefully. Maybe she could get some answers out of her father. The not knowing was slowly driving her crazy.

But Carlos knew better. If Arizona wasn't telling her, then there was probably a reason. And he wasn't about to be the one to tell his daughter that she'd slept with her best friend while separated from her girlfriend. Nope, he wasn't touching that one with a ten-foot pole. "If she hasn't told you, there's probably a reason."

Callie laid her head back on her pillow, careful not to jostle her daughter and closed her eyes. She let out a deep sigh. She understood why people were keeping their silence, but couldn't they understand how she felt?

"So how'd you get here so fast?" she asked, changing the subject.

Carlos eyed her curiously, not sure what she meant. "What do you mean?'

"I mean, I've only been awake two days. You used to insist that I gave you at least a week's notice just for a couple hours of your time for a school function." There wasn't accusation in her voice, just honesty.

Regret washed over him with the truth of those words. He had done things so backwards while he raised his child. He didn't even realize how wrong he had done things until he almost lost her. Seeing his daughter lying unconscious in that bed had given him a real wake up call. "Actually, I've scaled back my involvement recently. I've created several high promotions and learned to delegate better to those under me. It was time I started taking more time for myself, and for my daughter and granddaughter."

"What about Mom?"

It was only three little words, but he could hear in her tone that she knew about what had happened. He was grateful that Arizona had filled her in so that he didn't have to, but he couldn't imagine how hard that must have been. Still he had his own news to share that Arizona wasn't aware of.

"Your mother and I are separated. We haven't discussed divorce yet, but I fear it is only a matter of time," he admitted. "I've got an apartment now, but I've been thinking about moving closer to my girls. Not necessarily here in Seattle, but maybe to our office in LA so I'd be able to visit more."

"Is it because of me? Does Mom really hate me that much?"

"She doesn't hate you, she just refuses to understand. It wasn't easy for me either, but seeing you two together was enough for me. And no it isn't all about you. We've been drifting apart for a while now. We just aren't the same people we used to be."

"Well, Sofia and I wouldn't mind having you around more," Callie replied with a genuine smile. She had a feeling she was going to like this new attitude of her father and she couldn't wait to get to know the new him. Looking at the man who looked more relaxed then she could ever remember seeing him, she knew this could definitely be a good thing.