Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow…

AN1: Ok peeps. Before I get to this chapter I'd like to take a minute to address something. I know you've all been loyal readers to me, and I can't say how much I love that you've stuck with me this far, so I understand how you can get frustrated by the length between updates. When I began this series I was stuck at a desk for 10+ hours a day with only about 2 hrs worth of work to do. So I wrote! But that's not the case anymore, so I'm not able to crank out updates on the daily. Now, I'm going to try to get a more regular update schedule going (for this fic and It's a Date). Maybe I'll be able to post something weekly, maybe it'll be every two weeks. I promise to stick with that schedule as best as my personal life will allow. But that means you (the few anon reviewers whom this applies to) need to realize that writing this fic isn't helping pay the bills nor is it a high priority when it comes to real life things. It sucks, I know. If I were getting paid to write fanfic you'd all be up to your eye balls in Calzona fluff and smut and angst. But the real world sucks.

AN2: Now that we've gotten through that, on with the main event. Last we left off, Callie and Arizona just got some big news! Read on to see what happens next! Enjoy!

Chapter 14

Arizona's POV

Twins.

I still can't comprehend it. It's like I'm floating in a daze. From that moment in the doctor's office, where Addison pointed out not just one little blob but two, I haven't been able to focus on anything. At least, anything that's not my wife. I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of her. Even during the mayhem of baking about a million cupcakes (nut free) and supervising a rambunctious, sugar-highed four year old during the frosting and sprinkling of said cupcakes for a fundraiser at Ali's school tomorrow, my attention kept returning to my wife.

And after the usual Sunday night fight to get Ali bathed and changed and brushed and into bed, I return downstairs to find Callie at the sink. She's elbow deep in soapy dish water, with her hair is pulled back and exposing the curve of her neck. I'm sure it's just the soft light of a single bulb illuminating her from above but Callie is glowing.

When I walk up behind her and let my arms wrap around her I feel her relax back into me. My hands naturally migrate to her stomach and slip below the thin material of her shirt. Her skin is warm against my palms, and soft. I've always loved her stomach, through each stage it's seen. From the flatness and tauntness when we met, to the fullness of newly married life, even those months post-baby when Callie hated looking at her stomach, I loved it. But my favorite phase of all was the baby bump. And I can't wait to see it again.

"You know, this goes a lot faster with two people," Callie teases after a minute.

"I don't feel like washing dishes," I reply with a smile.

"I'll let you dry."

"Hmm, nope. Don't feel like doing that either."

"Then what do you feel like doing, cowgirl?"

I was hoping she'd ask that. I answer by turning her around, and with my hands ever so slowly traveling north beneath her shirt, I press my lips against hers for a soft, lingering kiss.

"Mmm," Callie hums against my lips. "I think I prefer this too."

"I knew you'd see it my way," I tease before another kiss.

Several minutes later we part with wet lips and darkened eyes. Without a second thought to the half emptied kitchen sink behind her, I take Callie's hand and lead us on up the wooden staircase. It's quiet from behind Ali's mostly closed door, and in the dim light cast by her night light I can see the lump of blankets that the little squirmer has already formed.

Once our own bedroom door is closed I quickly pick up where Callie and I left off in the kitchen. Our kisses are soft and playful. Quiet giggles and silent chuckles are shared in that half inch that separates us.

"You've been smiling all day, cowgirl," Callie murmurs.

"Can you blame me?" I kiss her again, and let my tongue trace a deliciously full lower lip. "God, I still can't-"

"Me either." Our lips part and our foreheads meet. It's a sweet moment.

Until Callie starts to giggle.

And then that giggle grows into a full belly laugh, leaving me confused. "What?"

"Nothing." She tries to wave the question off, but when her eyes meet mine another surge of laughter fills the room. "No. No- it's just- You've always been an overachiever, haven't you?" Again, I'm lost. "I mean, not only did your little cowgirls stick the first time, two of them stuck! Always have to be the best, don't you?" She ends with a playful squeeze.

A couple kisses later, and my mind starts to wander back through the day. "That thing that Addison said," I start, "about there probably having been three?"

"Yeah?" Callie tips her head. "What about it?"

"I mean, that means three embryos, right? But one, uh- what was it, reduced? She said that that's natural."

"Yeah, it is. Especially early on in a pregnancy. The body, for whatever reason, sometimes decides to abort or reduce or whatever. Early stage miscarriages are very common, which is why a lot of people wait until the start of their second trimester to share the news. Usually once the pregnancy hits that point, it sticks."

"But is there anything that, you know, we should be doing to try to prevent that from-"

"Honey," a warm hand against my cheek stalls my thought process before it can really get going. "There's nothing to worry about. I'm healthy. And you heard Addison; the babies are hooked in good and strong. They're sticking." With a kiss to my lips, Callie turns and heads for her dresser. "Could you imagine, though? Triplets?! Oh Lord. Four kids all under the age of six? Talk about a handful. Three is enough for me right now."

And then quite suddenly the floor beneath me seems to shift. Or melt. Or something. And my legs go all jello-y. Callie's voice fades until it's just a constant mumbling to my ear.

"Oh god…"

"Honey?"

"Oh god…"

"Cowgirl?"

"Three… kids…"

"Arizona." Somehow Callie is back at my side and even in my haze I can hear her concern. "Arizona, talk to me. What's wrong? Is it your head? Your heart? Arizona?"

"I… I need to sit…"

Callie guides me back a few steps and sits me at the foot of the mattress. From her knees, she looks up at me and says, "Arizona, what's wrong?"

"Three kids," I reply, then take my head from out of my hands and say it again. "Three kids? We're going to have three kids."

"Yes…" I can see the confusion in her eyes. "You're just now realizing this?"

"I don't know! I mean, we have Ali. And now we're having these two new babies. But I just- I haven't put them together yet. I mean, three kids? H-how, how- How? How are we going to raise three kids? Do you know what it costs to raise three kids? A half a million dollars per kid, and that's with public schooling. Now three kids?"

"Arizona," Callie tries, but I don't hear her.

"That's 1.5 million dollars, before college. …Oh god! College?! Do you know how much college is going to cost in 20 years? And then grad school. And then med school, or law school, or vet school, or… 5% on 15 thousand a year for twelve years-"

"Arizona," Callie cuts in. "Stop doing math."

"That's like three million dollars, Callie. Three million! …We don't have three million dollars."

"No, not right this instant but… Arizona, what's going on? You're not really worried about the money, are you? We're more than comfortable, and two more babies isn't going to change that. I have a well-paying, secure job, and you have your farm. We're one of the lucky few who will never have to worry about that. So, tell me, what is this really about? Because I know money isn't it."

I stare into her warm brown eyes. It scares me sometimes how well Callie can read me. "Three kids, Calliope," I say. "I only have two hands. With two kids I can grab one kid with this hand and one with this hand but what do I do with the third kid? How am I going to raise three kids when I'm out of hands?"

A smile slowly slinks across my wife's lips. "You don't have two hands, cowgirl." She slips her open hands into mine. "You have four. See? One for each kid, with an extra one to do this." With a soft touch, Callie reaches up to cup my face and caress my cheek. "It's a big jump. I know it is. People say the change from one kid to two is the hardest. And from two to three is a cake walk. Well, we're jumping straight to three, and I'm so excited. It's going to be hard, and scary. And so crazy. But it's going to be amazing."

"Three kids though," I whisper. "I don't- I don't know if…"

"If what, cowgirl?" Callie asks softly.

"If I'll be enough. If I'll be enough for them."

My words hang between us for what seems like forever until Callie slowly shakes her head while a small smile inches across her lips. "You know, I can still see you freaking out when we found out about Ali. You were so terrified. Thrilled, yes, but so terrified. You told me that you thought you weren't cut out to be a mother. But look at you now. Look at Ali! Look how perfect she is. That's because of you, cowgirl. Not enough? Honey, these babies- our babies- are the luckiest babies in the world because they get you for a mother." I have to bite my tongue to keep the tears at bay.

"I'm not worried. About anything," Callie says. "Because I know that we'll always make it work. No matter what, as long as I have you and you have me, things are going to turn out amazing. …We're having twins, cowgirl. Can you believe that?"

"I can't," I say through watery eyes. After sweeping the wetness from my eyes, my hands lightly cup my wife's cheeks and pull her up for a soft kiss. Our lips glide against one another's until the heat from before is reignited. Callie pulls her shirt up over her head, and I take a moment to admire her already swelling breasts before returning to her lips. With a playful nip to her lower lip, I pull her back up onto the bed and quickly remove the last of her clothing. She won't be needing them. We have some celebrating to do.

"Yes! Oh fuck, yes. God, don't stop."

I know nothing but the soft silk hiding a growing bust that's rubbing against my face, and the molten heat in which my fingers are buried.

"You feel so good inside me," Callie rasps into my ear. Her arms are locked around me and the tight black skirt she wore beneath her lab coat today is now bunched up around her waist as she straddles my lap. The scent of her perfume has invaded my mind and all I feel is Calliope.

With her breath hot against my face, I work my fingers within her with fervor. Liquid heat pools in my hand and my forearm burns but I don't let up. Callie urges me on by grinding against me, and that fucking sexy lip bite she's doing to keep quite is killing me. Normally I'd pull that lip from between her teeth and let her moan but the locked door of an on-call room doesn't do much when it comes to blocking sound.

I can tell by the soft whimpers spilling from my wife's lips that her orgasm is approaching quickly. My palm presses hard against her wet mound, giving her clit just a tease of what she craves, while my fingers continue their stroking from within. And it's not long after that that her thighs begin to quake and her walls start to tremble. She comes with a muffled whimper into my neck, and the sting from her fingernails on my back will be with me the rest of the day.

My fingers slip from between her legs, helping to clear the fog from behind brown eyes, and push back the airy curls of Callie's hair from her face. I'm greeted with a lazy, and completely sated, smile.

"You're getting good at that," Callie plays.

"I like to practice," I reply. We share a laugh, and a kiss, and then Callie pushes off the single bed.

It hasn't even been a week since my wife and I got the news. Twins. …It still catches me by surprise sometimes. But there's no more freaking out. Yeah, that first night I kinda panicked, but Callie did what she always does, which is provide the voice of reason. And ever since that night I can't keep my hands off her. Or she, me. I swear we haven't had this many hospital quickies since we were engaged. It's not even why I stopped by this morning after dropping Ali off at kindergarten (though it might have been the reason behind Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday's daytime visit). We had already had a little something-something before she left the house this morning because when I saw what she was wearing I just had to have her. Cut to three hours later, Callie still in that skirt, and 'somehow' we wound up in a locked on-call room.

And as I watch her try to straighten her skirt, and get an eyeful of just how perfectly the material molds to the delicious curves of her hips, my fingers start to tingle all over again.

Callie looks up to find me leering at her. A mischievous grin crosses her lips. "That look is what got us here, cowgirl."

"Nuh-uh," I growl. I stand from the bed and advance on her, urging her backwards until she finds the door behind her. "Your skirt is what got us here." My lips close against Callie's while my hips roll against hers.

A moan bubbles up from her chest, and Callie melts into the kiss. My body grinds against hers, and she's giving as good as she's getting. But then she forces herself to pull away from me. "You know I want to," she says. "But I got that meeting, honey."

"Oh, I see how it is." I say with mock hurt. "I'd say dine and dash but you didn't even stick around long enough to eat."

Callie smiles, pecks me on the lips, and then playfully pushes me backwards so she can begin her hunt for her shoes. "Oh, huh, I made an appointment with Addison next week for another sonogram." She adds, one shoe on and working on jimmying the second into place.

"Are we telling people?" I ask.

"Well… I haven't told anyone," Callie answers. "I mean, besides Addison obviously. I thought we'd wait a little longer until we announced it, a little closer to my second trimester at least. Why? Did you tell someone?"

"No. I was just wondering. …I mean, we can't wait that long to announce it, otherwise they'll announce it themselves." I chuckle at the less than tickled look my wife gives me. "But I think we should sit Ali down soon and talk to her. And then we should tell our parents at the same time. I know Momma and Jose' are planning on flying up- or over or down, wherever they are right now- for Thanksgiving. Think your parents would like to visit as well?"

"Hmm. I don't know. Maybe." She runs her fingers through her hair to comb out the after effects of our secret tryst. "Thanksgiving usually means their place is packed with every apple that has ever fallen from the Torres tree. But I'm sure they'd come if I said I missed them and really wanted them to visit this year."

"And if that doesn't work we'll just put Ali on the phone. She's got them wrapped around her finger."

Callie chuckles. "Then she's got you wrapped around the other four." I don't even try to deny it. It's true. That little girl has me eating out of the palm of her hand.

Once back in her lab coat and her portfolio in hand (the item that brought me to the hospital after a near panicked call from Callie this morning after she left the house without it), Callie gives me one last, deep kiss. "Sorry I got to run. We'll do you tonight."

"Oh you're definitely doing me tonight," I reply. "Love you. Go knock 'em dead."

I wait a few seconds after Callie disappears through the door before leaving the on-call room. It wouldn't take a detective to figure out why two people would appear from behind a locked door seconds after one another, in this hospital anyways, but we can at least try to keep up appearances. Which doesn't work because as I round the corner just feet away, I nearly jump out of my skin.

"Jesus Chr-"

"Hey!" A big, Cheshire smile is plastered across the bright face of a certain trauma surgeon who just so happened to be leaning against the wall that separated my wife and I from the rest of the hospital.

"What the hell, Chase?! You almost gave me a heart attack. …How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to hear the big finale," Jillian says with a sly wink and one of those 'atta-boy' slugs to my shoulder. I just roll my eyes and continue on my way down the hallway. And apparently that's the direction Chase was headed in before making a pit-stop to listen in on Callie's and my private time. "You know, you should thank me. I'm just trying to look out for you."

"And how do you figure that?" I ask sarcastically.

"Torres is hot."

Jillian says it so point blank that it makes me stop in my tracks. "…Is there a follow-up to that or…"

"I'm just saying, a hot doctor like her has lots of options. Wouldn't want her 'napping' in an on-call room with anyone besides her woman, you know what I'm talking about? I was looking out for you."

"Callie is faithful. We don't- That's not a problem we have," I tell the woman.

"No, I get that. Totally. It's nice being in a committed relationship." Those seem like strange words coming from her lips as we fall back in step with one another, but Chase keeps on talking. "It makes sense now, though. Torres has been… smiling a lot this week. Really weird. Like glowing or something. But now I know why." Jillian playfully bumps my elbow, but I'm smiling for a whole different reason.

Callie definitely is glowing.

When we make it to the atrium, and I start towards the hospital doors while Chase veers to the coffee bar, she says, "I'll see you this weekend."

"Why am I seeing you this weekend?"

"The barbeque? At your place? That's still happening, right?"

"Yeah but… how do you know about that?"

We stare at each other for a couple seconds, and then Chase blinks. "She hasn't told you yet, has she?"

"Who hasn't told me what?" Now I'm really confused.

"Teddy."

"What about Teddy?"

"…We're dating."

AN3: Hmmm who saw that coming? Haha. Ok, a couple more things before- THE BELL DOES NOT RELEASE YOU, I RELEASE YOU. Sit. Down.- a couple more things before you leave. One, I've updated the poll on my author page here on fanfiction dot net. It's time to vote on what the twins are. This is yalls fic just as much as it is mine, so this is your time to voice that opinion. Just go to my page, and find the line of text below the 'hide bio' option and that's where it'll be. So go there and vote. Is it gonna be two girls? Two boys? One of each? Let me know! And two, time jumps. To keep this story rolling I've been considering doing time jumps not just in between chapters but during them also. Not talking years or anything like that, but a few weeks, maybe ever a couple months. If you like that idea, or you don't, let me know in a comment. Thanks!