AN: You continue to be awesome. Thank you!

Arizona's POV

"I want you. I want you," Eliza blurts out. Her eyes are wide, and Arizona knows why. Arizona knows what those word could mean. She also knows what she wants them to mean. But she can't be sure if Eliza meant to say those words with the hidden meaning Arizona just pulled from them.

All Arizona wanted to tell Eliza was that she wants to come home. She wants to move back in, permanently. Even though she's practically been living here the last week. She just wants to make it official. They haven't discussed the living situation and that's why Arizona thought the need to bring it up. She wants to move forward. She wants to develop their relationship, although she hasn't told Eliza that she loves her yet. Arizona hasn't told her wife that she genuinely loves her. And not just because all the pictures and the stories tell her to. No. But because she truly does. Every day she feels their connection grow. With every memory that pops up in Arizona's head, and with every new one they're creating in the present, Arizona grows more and more attached to the brunette. The feelings inside of her make her feel like she's finally found home, and not just literally. Emotionally, too. Definitely emotionally. And now Eliza just said that she wanted her when Arizona had asked if she could come home to live. How is she supposed to react to that?

"I'm so, so sorry," Eliza rushes, her voice thick with embarrassment. "I meant, I'd love you to come home. I need you to come home, for good."

"You do?" Arizona smiles brightly, deciding to let the Freudian slip rest for the moment. Because frankly, Arizona doesn't know what to make of it. And she's afraid it might be too much to ask of Eliza.

"More than anything," Eliza breathes out as she takes hold of Arizona's neck to carefully guide her head closer towards her own. When their lips are nanoseconds away from touching, Arizona lets go of a soft whimper. A whimper of complete relief and desire.

"Thank God," Arizona whispers only to have her lips sealed with Eliza's. Her entire body shakes with pleasure as Eliza's tongue seeks entrance to her mouth which Arizona easily gives her. Grasping her wife's hips, Arizona pulls her as close as possible while deepening the kiss as well.

When they end the kiss, Arizona finds herself so out of breath and lightheaded that she needs to brace herself by really holding Eliza's hips. The look on the brunette's face tells Arizona that Eliza is feeling the exact same way which only makes Arizona feel even more breathless. It's an evil circle, to be honest. But this kind of evilness isn't like anything Arizona has ever felt before. It's a beautiful kind of evil.

"Wow," Arizona giggles when finally finding her ability to speak, pecking Eliza on the lips one chaste time.

"Indeed," Eliza grins. "Welcome home, I guess."

"If that's how you greet me every time I come back home I think I'll have to move out occasionally."

"Don't you even dare," Eliza points a finger at Arizona to which Arizona rolls her eyes playfully.

She knows they'll have to have the talk. She knows that. Arizona would be lying if she said she hadn't thought of sex. With Eliza. She's only human, after all. And it's only normal to want to have sex with your wife. It's perfectly natural to want to make love with the person you love. It's just that Arizona hasn't told Eliza that she, in fact, loves her. She hasn't been able to express those intense feelings that's been building up inside of her. Why? Because Arizona is so very much afraid of the outcome. The reality that single statement will cause, will turn Arizona's life upside down. It wouldn't be bad, though. But it will definitely mean Arizona won't be able to turn back. Not that she wants to, either. It's just... those three words aren't something you just say and especially not after having been in a coma and your memory has been damaged. Those three words shouldn't be taken lightly. And that's why Arizona has been holding them close at heart. She can't let Eliza know just yet. She can't. She'll have to find the right time. Wow. This feels like proposing all over again. All the planning. All the secrets. The desperate need to tell Eliza but wanting the timing to be right. Arizona is a perfectionist, after all. It isn't the time nor is it the place. But is it time to tell Eliza that she wants to rip her from her clothes and kiss every spot on that perfect body she's been curled around and into the last couple of weeks? Is it too soon? Or is it too late? One step at a time, one step at a time. Arizona calms her thoughts by pulling her wife in for another kiss making her soul once again experience the wonder that is the effect Eliza has on her body and soul. And that's a pretty damn good feeling to dwell on for now. It's a beautiful, consuming and awesome feeling.

Drumming her fingers on her thigh, Arizona eyes her therapist. She doesn't feel sick or emotionally disabled. She doesn't feel like she needs to talk to someone about what she went through or what she's currently going through. She's always figured it out herself. She's always been able to. When her parents died, she went to a grief group for a couple of sessions but then decided she'd had enough. She grew while accepting the faith of her death parents. Just as Tim did. They managed. They had each other. They have each other. And now Arizona's got Eliza, too. But they had all strongly recommended that Arizona go see a therapist to come to terms with everything that's been happening.

So, now she's here. Now she's looking at some middle aged man with a face looking more like a toddler than one of a grown man. He can't be much older than her, maybe he's even younger. How is it even possible for him to help Arizona come to terms with anything when he's just a baby without any life experience? She needs some old dude or some experienced woman with lots and lots of wins and losses. She needs someone who's not the man sitting opposite her, is all. Unfortunately, that's not the case. He's apparently very good at these situations, the amnesia ones. Who'd thought? Not Arizona, that's who. Crinkling her nose, Arizona clears her throat through grinding teeth.

"So, tell me a little about yourself, Arizona," the young man encourages politely, nodding his head. He's not even wearing spectacles or a monocle nor is he having a pocket watch in a chest pocket. This is not happening.

"I was born the 7th of November almost 32 years ago. I live in Seattle with my wife. I work with teen moms within this district and I backpacked through Europe. Oh, yeah, I also suffered a severe memory loss which caused me to forget everything about my wife," Arizona scoffs, a bit of sarcasm dropping from her voice.

"I know. I read your file."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Because I wanted you to tell me about yourself, not the file. But I guess it's the same any way," he shrugs, adjusting his shorts. Because he is wearing freaking knee cut shorts, yeah. What kind of shrink wears shorts in the middle of September? Arizona's not amused by this situation. It's clearly a joke.

"What do you want me to say then?"

"Why are you here?"

"Because Tim and Eliza think I need to work through what happened. And all the doctors, too. And my best friend. And my colleagues. Yeah, nearly everyone thinks it's like the best idea ever."

"What about you, Arizona, do you think it's a good idea?"

"Nope."

"And why is that?"

"I'm doing fine. More than fine, actually," Arizona states. "I'm remembering things every day now. I know I love my wife. I can actually feel it again. I've moved back in and it's all working great between us," she nods. "The only reason why I went along with this is so that I can start work again. When I've done a couple of sit-downs with you, I'm allowed to go back."

"So you don't think you've got something worth addressing then?" the young man raises an eyebrow, nodding sceptically at Arizona. "Nothing at all?"

"Ummm, I guess everyone has something worth addressing," Arizona shrugs.

"Then let's start there. You're here, might as well get something out of it, right?"

"I guess so."

"So, what do you want to talk about, Arizona?"

"Eliza, I guess," Arizona arches one eyebrow, sucking her cheek into her mouth.

"Okay," he nods his agreement. "Where do you want to start?"

"Um, she's a year younger than me. Technically not an entire year. On paper it is, anyway. She's born in July. So it's not a whole year, it's more like…" Arizona starts but gets cut off by the man's not so subtle cough. "Yeah, not really important," she grins well knowingly. But a girl's gotta try, right? "She's beautiful," Arizona tries again, a wave of joy rushing through her entire body as the memory of her wife lights up in her mind. "She's tall, dark haired and ooh, she speaks Polish because, well, yeah, she's half Polish. And her mom still lives in Poland which means we don't get to see her that often, but we did visit her on our European trip."

"Your wife's a mix of two cultures, I see. Has that ever caused any problems?"

"Um, no!" Arizona deadpans, furrowing her brows. "Why would it?"

"Just, checking," the man states as he scribbles something on a piece of paper.

"Anyway… she's an attorney, takes tea over coffee and is oblivious to the fact that I know she watches me sleep. But something tells me you don't care about any of that," Arizona shakes her head as a confused laughter rolls from her throat.

The man just stares at Arizona, a thoughtful look plastered to his face. "Hmm… how long have you been together?"

"Almost eight years, actually. We've been married for three years this Monday," Arizona informs the man, a big smile on her face.

She can't believe it. Three years. They've been together for eight years give or take, and on Monday they've been married for three of them. It's amazing. Because to be honest, Arizona never thought she'd ever find someone who'd make her want to settle down. She never really wanted to do the marriage and white picket fences kind of thing. It just, it didn't felt like something she could be doing. Mainly because she'd never met anyone who'd made her want to have those stupid fences in the first place. Never. It took a bunch of avocados and some broccoli bouquets to change her mind. Not on the spot, though. It took Arizona awhile to actually give Eliza the time of day. Eliza's persistence and constant flirting had Arizona's walls slowly crumbling which finally let to Arizona falling head over heels in love with the brunette. Just like that. She might have loved Eliza way before she knew it but it took a banana's peel to finally convince her that she was, in fact, in love. And not like she's ever been before. It took a freaking fruit for Arizona to realize that she had to be with Eliza and not just for a little while, but for the amount of time that counted forever. She knew right there and then that Eliza was the one. She just knew it. She knew it as the brunette whined about her wounded knee and quite possibly also her wounded pride. She knew that she needed to be there every time for the sake of Eliza falling; to laugh at her and to get her back up. Something deep within her needed to comfort the woman, to take care of her and to always get her back up. That something being her crazily beating heart.

What just happened? What was that? How did all of these thoughts come to her… here, of all places? Arizona is shocked to say the least. Did she just remember how falling in love with Eliza felt like? Did she just feel it all over again? How is that even possible… when Eliza's not here? Shouldn't she be feeling this when having her wife around and not while some toddler therapist is looking at her funny?

"You're remembering something," he states, his voice calm and encouraging.

"I think so," Arizona bites down on her lower lip. "But… how… what, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, Arizona. You did it. All by yourself."

"I'm not so sure," her voice sceptical as the crease in her forehead appears. "You did something… something hocus pocus-ish. I haven't been able to remember how I met Eliza, even though I've tried really hard to. I've been told the story many times and frankly, I love it, but I haven't been able to recall the scene nor the feelings. And now you're like pulling it out of my brain like I'm some frigging bunny in a hat. What's happening?"

"I didn't do anything, Arizona. I just asked you about your wife."

"People have been asking me about Eliza on a daily basis these days, heck I've even asked myself, but still… I haven't been able to get a clear memory of that specific episode."

This is freaking Arizona out. This is messing with her brain. And she can't have more things messing up her brain now. Not when she desperately needs it to be working fulltime. But something happened. Something made her remember. And not just the scene of where Arizona met Eliza, but also the feelings during their first meet and those that came afterwards. She remembers. She really does. Eliza's eagerness and hard flirting, the banana's peel that made Eliza trip and whine in frustration and humiliation, and Eliza's stubbornness. She's been insisting on them getting drinks, but Arizona had reeled in when things had gotten more serious. Even though, she had been the one approaching Eliza after the trickling avocado incident, but only because Eliza had come off so very polite and sincere. And mysterious. Arizona had to speak with her, again. Although she didn't know what to say. So she talked about broccoli. Freaking broccoli. Like some kind of greengrocer. In reality, Arizona knows squat about vegetables. She just likes to eat them, is all. But whenever a beautiful woman is involved Arizona tends to bite off more than she can chew. But Eliza had suddenly become an opportunity. An opportunity Arizona couldn't let slip through her fingers. And that's why they exchanged numbers. She just thought it could be a good flirt, something to keep her warm for a couple of months, sure. She wasn't prepared for what actually happened. If someone had told her she would marry the brunette five years later, she'd probably punched that someone and cackled afterwards. But here she was… married to the woman she met between avocados and broccolis. And she freaking remembers it, too. After only half an hour in Dr. Toddler's care. It's scaring Arizona into insanity. She needs to get out. And she needs to talk to someone who's able to calm her craziness. She needs her go-to.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

"Have you told Eliza?"

"No."

"Arizona! You have to!"

"She's at work, anyways."

"That's just a bad excuse, and you know it."

"Um, can we just circle back to where Dr. Toddler made some wickedy whack spell and made me remember," Arizona sips at her coffee while leaning back in her chair. "I need you with me. I need you to tell me I'm not crazy. That it is totally scary and unprofessional of him. Okay, Red?"

"Sure. He's very unprofessional and very young and maybe he is even picturing you and Eliza doing it in his head," April squirms in her seat, humouring her best friend. "But he's also good, obviously."

"Why do you say that?" Arizona snorts. "He's not. He's scary is what he is. That's not professional to make your client feel scared, actually it's the quite opposite."

"In some way that man got you to remember something no one else has been able to. Deal with it, Arizona. And grow up!"

Widening her eyes in surprise, Arizona places her cup on the table. "You can't talk to me like that, April. I just got out of a coma."

"I can. I'm your best friend and I'm supposed to tell you when you're acting like a baby. And that's now. Can't you just accept it and tell Eliza what happened? She'll be thrilled, Arizona. She'll be so excited and so happy and-"

"And what if my memory still sucks?" Arizona sighs looking at her best friend with a membrane of sadness and fear covering her eyes. "What if the memory I think I've finally found is, in fact… not true? What if my mind has been so messed up it's making its own memories because I need them?"

"Oh, Arizona…"

"I mean it, April. What if… what if I'm never going to fill out all of these blanks? She'll leave me… she will," Arizona feels a round of tears push at the insides of her eyelids.

It's been a while since she's felt the need to cry. Because there hasn't been anything to cry about, really. Everything is just perfect. Eliza's perfect. Their home is perfect. Eliza's back at work which is also perfect. And soon Arizona will be back at work as well. It's going perfectly smooth, really. But the thought of her never getting the amount of memories back she's lost, terrifies her more than she'd care to admit. She just did it, though. She just admitted to April that she's afraid her wife is going to leave her if she doesn't get better. Arizona knows that Eliza loves her. She knows that because she feels Eliza's love every minute of every hour of every day. But what if Eliza all of a sudden stops loving her? What if her patience runs out and she gets tired of waiting for Arizona to catch up? The thoughts make Arizona cringe and her heart pound uncomfortably hard in her chest. She can't lose Eliza. She just can't. Not when she's finally found her, again. Not when she's finally learned that she loves her.

"Arizona," April takes Arizona's hand and squeezes it, her voice gentle. "Eliza loves you. She's not going anywhere."

"You don't know that," Arizona whines, sniffling.

"I do, in fact."

"How?"

"I have my connections," April smiles then looks up into the sky.

"Really? You drag God into all of this?" Arizona scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief and a little bit amusement.

"It can't hurt, can it?"

"Shut up!"

"I will… if you talk to Eliza."

"You can't make up rules just like that…"

"I can and I did," April shrugs, leaning back into her chair while taking a big swig of her milkshake. "And oh, you also need to tell Eliza that you wanna have sex with her."

"Seriously?! You just summoned God and now you wanna talk about sex? April, no. Just, no."

"He doesn't judge. And besides, you're already married, so…"

Arizona does love her best friend. She's done so ever since they started working at the local authority of Seattle. But sometimes April is just a smidge too much. It doesn't make Arizona love April any less. In all honesty, it makes her love her even more. But Arizona can't talk about sex with Eliza. Not with anyone. And definitely not with Eliza. What if Eliza doesn't want to be touched by her… because Arizona haven't been able to tell her that she loves her again? What if Arizona's insecure heart is the one thing getting in the way of the human drift? What if, what if what if… Arizona's got so many what ifs she's losing her mind. And that's just not going to work for her. She needs her mind, and she needs it very aware and present. All she's got to do is talk to Eliza. She's going to talk to her and tell her all about her new memory. Or, well, the new old memory, and then they'll just take it from there. Yup, yup. That's what she's going to do. And just like April said, Eliza will be thrilled. She'll even love Arizona more for having remembered their meet. Maybe it'll keep Eliza from leaving her in the coming future. At least, for a little while.

"Honey, I'm hom- oh," Arizona calls through the house when entering the main door, but gets cut off by Eliza standing right in front of her.

"You don't say," Eliza smirks, leaving a lingering kiss on Arizona's lips while snaking an arm around her back and pulling her close to her body. "I missed you."

"I, I, um, I missed you, too," Arizona stutters completely taken aback by Eliza's abrupt appearance. She wasn't ready, after all. She's not ready to talk. Arizona's head hurts. And it tears her up from the inside.

"Ummm, you okay?" Eliza pulls back and fixes her eyes intensely at Arizona. "How was therapy?"

"G-good," Arizona deadpans, pulling out of Eliza's arm to shrug out of her jacket.

"Just, good?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm… something smells, I don't know, fishy. You wanna talk about it?" Eliza asks surprised.

"Nope," Arizona states, rounding the kitchen island and opening one of the cupboards to get a glass. Filling it with water from the tap, Arizona feels Eliza's eyes on her. For the first time since waking from the coma, Arizona feels uncomfortable with Eliza's stare. "You never want to talk about your sessions, so why should I?" Arizona snaps, turning around.

She didn't mean to, she really didn't. She's just afraid and she's heartbroken, and she just took it out on her wife. The mortified and hurt look spreading across her wife's face makes Arizona's heart break even more. She didn't want to hurt Eliza. She never wants to hurt her. But somehow she just did. Again. And all because of her stupid fear.

"O-kay," Eliza responds with a sharp nod only to turn around and walk up the stairs, leaving Arizona alone to deal with thoughts. Something that could be very, very dangerous.

Standing in her kitchen all alone and with her heart continuing to break, Arizona starts crying. Silent tears stream down her cheeks, landing on her blue shirt causing small dots to appear on her chest. A loud smack pierces through the air as Eliza slams a door upstairs. The slam punches Arizona in the stomach, making her want to vomit. This is their first fight. This is the first fight as a married couple… the first one Arizona remembers and feels, that is. And Arizona feels it all too vividly. She doesn't want to be fighting. She can already say that fighting with Eliza is probably the worst thing she's ever experienced. And with a damaged brain that doesn't say a little. She can't be here. She just can't. She can't be in this house when Eliza's upstairs slamming doors and quite possibly crying because of something Arizona just said. She can't. Also, she can't go up there. She can't watch as Eliza cries. She knows that she should go upstairs and make things good again, but how can she? How can she make anything good again when she just keeps ruining things? Arizona can't do anything good right now. It doesn't matter if she remembered how she met Eliza. It doesn't matter if she loves her. Because obviously, she's not able to treat her wife with the respect that she deserves.

Throwing the glass into the sink, it breaks. The sound penetrating the silence along with Arizona's hollow breathing. Reaching the main door in quick steps, Arizona grabs her jacket and pulls open the door. Stepping out into the cool Seattle afternoon, Arizona's tears get cold on her cheeks. Shivering, Arizona pulls the door closed behind her. This is just too much.

AN2: Hold on tight!