The little girl made the sweetest suckling noises in her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered the tiniest bit, making her mommy wonder if she had disturbed her slumber. Thankfully, she hadn't. She continued to watch her baby sleep for a few more minutes until her fiancé snuck into the nursery as well.

"You're going to wake her up," Callie whispered, as she set eyes on their little one.

"No, I'm not," Arizona replied. "Okay, maybe I am, but I couldn't help myself. She's just so..."

"Perfect?"

Arizona nodded. "And huge," she added.

"That too," Callie agreed.

Today was July eighth. This was, of course, Sofia's first birthday. Just like any other parents, the two women were wondering where the time had gone. What happened to that tiny newborn they had met last year? Now she was officially walking, beginning to talk, eating most of the same things they did, and acting like a big person in a small body in so many other ways. They were feeling the need to slow time down so that they could savour every bit of the baby that was still inside of her.

However, this is not the only reason that today was a big day. Three hundred and sixty-five days ago today, Arizona had awoken from the coma that had once threatened to keep them from ever being this happy little family. Yet, no one would ever know it today based on how well Arizona's recovery has gone. Thanks to the best medical care Seattle Grace Mercy West had to offer, as well as plenty of hard work in various types of therapies, Arizona was finally back to nothing but her old self. The wedding was only about a month away - thirty-five days according to Arizona's countdown - and they couldn't help but be reminded of how far away they were from where they had been just a year ago.

Today had nothing to do with MRIs, neurological functions, or therapies. No, today they were throwing the birthday party that Callie once thought Arizona may never get to see. Sure, nothing could top the joyful adrenaline rush that they felt last year, but they were going all out anyway. Arizona may not have liked to celebrate her birthdays, but Sofia's were different story.

"She's technically a toddler," Arizona said, as if the concept for absolute certain.

"Shh…" Callie said. "Don't use words like that."

Sofia's eyes fluttered open this time. She let out a displeased noise as she rubbed her big brown eyes with her chubby fists. Once she took notice of her mothers however, the little lady was all smiles.

"Good morning! "Arizona smiled in response. "Happy birthday!"

"You're such a big girl!" Callie added, as Arizona lifted her out of the crib.

"With such a messy diaper!" the blonde noticed. She kissed her. "We've talked about this. You're supposed to save the really stinky poops for Daddy, or at least Madre."

"Nice try, Mommy," Callie laughed. "I'm going to go make her her special birthday breakfast while you change her. "

She gave them each a kiss before leaving the room.

"Mama?" Sofia asked as Arizona changed her.

"Yes?"

"Mama?"she repeated.

"Do you just like to say my name?" she asked. "How about Madre? Can you say her name?"

"Ma'" she said, not completely able to pronounce the whole thing, but close enough for a twelve-month-old.

"Right."

"She's makin' you a waffle for breakfast!" she told her. "And Grandma, Grandpa, Abuelo, and Daddy are coming to eat your birthday breakfast with you."

"Yeah?"

"Yep!" she answered. "And then you get a party with your friends! Well, our friends, but they're your friends, too. Right?"

She giggled.

"You're such a happy girl this morning!" Mommy told her as she finished the diaper change.

"Yeah?"

"Yep! You are!"

She brought her out into the main living area and watched as the little ones eyes grew wide. Her party decorations had gone up last night after she was asleep, so she was just seeing them now. The small apartment was filled with pretty things – probably too many pretty things for a first birthday party – and she was in awe.

"Are we ready for a birthday party in here?" Callie asked. "What do you think? Is it special just for you?"

Just then, Arizona's parents arrived for the day. They had been there for a few already, but the two bedroom apartment was just too small for them to be able to sleep there, so they had to sleep in a hotel. They didn't mind very much, though. It was worth it to be able to spend time with Arizona, Sofia, and Callie.

"Happy birthday!" Grandma smiled, taking Sofia from her daughter.

"I see you weren't kidding when you said you had to decorate," Arizona's father said, looking around at all the pink and white decorations.

"She only turns one once!" his wife replied.

"We couldn't help it," Callie said. "We got carried away. Just a little bit."

"I'm just surprised it's so pink," Arizona's mom said.

"Mommy won this year," Callie explained. "Next year, Daddy and I get our way. Which is a little less…well…pink."

"She's a girl and she can't exactly tell us what her favourite colour is," Mommy defended. "It works. I could've gone with the chickens theme and had feathers everywhere."

"True. Okay, I'll stop."

Arizona kissed her. "Good."

"Ready for that waffle, Sof?" Callie asked, bringing it over to the highchair.

"Mmmm…!" the little one smiled.

She clearly enjoyed her birthday breakfast, since it was almost gone by the time Daddy arrived.

"Take a breath, Sof," Arizona smiled, pulling the little girl's plate out of her reach for just a minute. "I'm happy you like it, but chewing is okay, too. Choking wouldn't be so great."

"Well, happy birthday!" Mark laughed. "I take it you're a little excitable today?"

"Wait until Abuelo gets here and you see the cake he insisted we order for you," Callie said. "He's picking it up and it's got way too much chocolate for your first cake ever."

She laughed.

"Is it just me or does she seem so much older than she did yesterday?" Mark asked.

"She does," Arizona agreed.

"Our baby isn't actually a baby anymore," Callie added.

"Do not use her birthday to talk me into another one," Arizona said. "Wedding first. Then honeymoon. Then we'll start talking about some actual plans."

"There are actual plans?!" Arizona's mom asked.

"What did I just say?" she asked.

"Fine," Grandma smiled. "We can be patient, right Sofia?"

"I just think that we should keep the ball rolling," Callie said. "I mean, last year at this time, things were looking pretty bad. Sof was coming, which was good, but you were in a coma still. Then I had her, you woke up, you made a full recovery, we got engaged...again, and in a month, we'll be married."

"And it's been wonderful," she smiled. "But can we take it easy on the milestones for a bit and just be a happy family? Just us."

Arizona had a point. That didn't mean that the baby fever wouldn't keep creeping in, but there was no reason to rush. Yes, there was going to be more involved in trying for a second child then there would be for most couples. It would take longer, which was probably why Callie was thinking about it already. Still, nobody was going anywhere. They had decided that a baby number two would come one day, but for now, they should just be enjoying all the time that they could with baby number one.

"Sounds good to me," she said. "What should we do after breakfast, Baby Girl?"

"I think it's safe to say she loves birthday parties," Arizona smiled as she and her wife enjoyed the final servings of the ice cream they had served at the party that night.

They had just now managed to settle her down to sleep, even though she was exhausted, because she kept asking for a balloon – or "oo" as she called it – and refusing to close her eyes again until she had one. Clearly, it wasn't safe to give in to this request, but after she asked for the fifth time, they had convinced her that a blanket with balloons on it would work.

"Just a little bit," Callie laughed.

"I spent last year in a hospital bed," she said. "This year, I spent it trying to stop her from tearing down all of the decorations we put at her level. Which, by the way, what were we thinking doing that?"

"I wanted her to see them up close," she explained. "But yeah. It's crazy how much things can change in a year's time. Three hundred and sixty-five days doesn't seem like very many, but…"

"And in thirty-five more, I'm going to be your wife," she smiled, giving her a kiss.

"I know we wish time would slow down, but I hope that it speeds up just a little bit over the next month."

"Me too, Dr. Torres," she smiled. "Me too."

"And we can definitely get Sof to walk down the aisle as our flower girl if we tell her she'll get wedding cake later."

She laughed. "Yep."

"She's so smart," Callie said. "I swear she almost said 'Grandpa Robbins' to your dad today."

"Clearly?" she asked. "Doubtful. A balloon is 'oo.'"

"I heard it," she insisted. "She may have been babbling, but it was just like Grandpa Robbins."

"Okay," she smiled, even if this wasn't possibly what Callie heard. "Our baby is a genius."

"Our toddler."

Yes, I've been slacking on this story. However, there will be a wedding chapter up by Saturday. I swear it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.