A/N1: WOW! The response to the previous chapter was completely overwhelming! Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone for reading and for leaving such wonderful reviews! It means so very, VERY much!

A/N2: I'm not a doctor, but I do work in the medical field, and I am a mother. When deciding on twins or no twins, I did my research on how legitimate it would be for Arizona to find out that she was having twins at around five months. While, it is probably unlikely, it is possible, so I just decided to go with it.

A/N3: I feel like this chapter has a different vibe to it (or something), but I hope it doesn't disappoint. My friends Angela and HandsThatHeal assure me that my readers will like it. I certainly hope they're right!

Fourteen

Callie waited not so patiently for Arizona's answer, and when she didn't respond, the brunette felt her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. With her nerves and emotions getting the better of her, she dropped her arms to her sides, a powder blue box still in one hand and an absolutely gorgeous engagement ring in the other as she anxiously began to pace the length of the nursery. "I know this is a lot. It's a ton, and I probably shouldn't have done it. I mean. . .I'm sure you have your own vision and ideas for a nursery for the babies. Because clearly they. . .they're yours, not mine, and I shouldn't have just assumed that you'd like what I've done. Well, it wasn't just me, Mark and Addison helped. . ."

"Callie," Arizona called, finally finding her voice.

". . .but if you don't like it, we can just rip out walls or-or throw some other paint up on them. I decorated the place with what I thought you'd like, but maybe it's too cutesy or matchy-matchy, or maybe you wanted primary colors instead of pastels. . ."

"Calliope!" the blonde again stated, her voice rising in an attempt to get her girlfriend's attention.

Callie continued to pace around the room; she had since dropped the small jewelry box to the ground, though she still held the ring firmly in her grasp, and stopping momentarily to absentmindedly straighten a stack of newborn diapers on the changing table with her free hand, she once again began to pace. "I guess I should have considered that, but let's face it, Arizona, you really are a pastel kind of girl. Es el mobiliario? Es demasiado oscura, ¿no? Yo iba a ir con el blanco, pero he cambiado de opinión en el último minuto. No sé por qué no lo hice solo apretar el gatillo. . ."

By this point, Arizona had found her footing, moving across the room to stand directly in front of the uncharacteristically flustered Latina. "Hey!" she shouted, this time directly in her face as she shook her girlfriend's shoulders, causing brown eyes to flick up to her own. "Stop speaking Spanish. . .because I need to talk to you, and I don't speak Spanish," she continued, her voice still raised.

"Sorry," the brunette softly replied, worrying her bottom lip between brilliant white teeth as she looked around the room.

Arizona couldn't help but smile; nervous Callie was just too damn cute. "This nursery is gorgeous. It's more than I ever could have imagined," she insisted, reaching up to gently tuck a wayward strand of brunette hair behind her girlfriend's ear. "It's amazing, Calliope, and I love it."

Callie looked up from where her gaze was now trained solely on Arizona's bare feet, her face clearly shocked by the blonde's words. "You do?"

Arizona nodded, a grin tugging at the edge of her lips. "I do, and I. . ."

"Torres! Robbins!"

Both women jumped apart as if they had been struck by lightning when the booming sound of Mark's voice entered the apartment.

"Where the Hell are you guys?"

Arizona rolled her eyes at the interruption and could tell that Callie was just as frustrated as she watched her search step away to search the nursery floor for the small box that had once held the engagement ring that could be resting on her finger if she had just opened her mouth to say yes. But, alas, she had been too shocked to do so and as she watched Callie slip the ring back into the box before shoving it into the pocket of her zip up hoodie, she shook her head. This was so not how this was supposed to go.

"There you guys are," Mark said as he entered the nursery.

Callie glared at him with wide eyes, her face somehow a mixture of pissed, nervous, and overwhelmed all at the same time, and right then he knew that he had interrupted the party. He knew the brunette's plan, and he thought that he had given her enough time, but clearly he was wrong. "I. . .uhh. . .I was on my way to pick up Addison for dinner, so I thought I'd stop by to check on you guys," he stated, watching as Arizona let out an exaggerated breath while Callie rolled her eyes.

Smacking Mark on the back of the head, Arizona screwed up her face in disgust as Callie dejectedly made her way out of the nursery and down the hall into the kitchen, taking a seat upon a stool with a huff. Mark was hot on her heels, opening the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water, but just as he was about to bring it to his lips to take a drink, Arizona ripped it from his grasp.

"Mark. . ." she stated, holding her finger up in the air to halt any type of response from him. "I love you. I love how great of a friend you are. I love that even though Callie and I are now dating that we are all still best friends, but you. . .you need to leave, because Calliope and I were in the middle of a very important conversation, and I'd really like to finish it. We're friends, but Callie and I are now more than that. We are girlfriends, and we are in love, and even though I wouldn't trade you for the world, you are really getting in the way right now. So. . ." Arizona clasped her hands together as she looked between Callie and Mark. "Please go pick up Addison."

When the blonde had finished her tirade, Mark looked appropriately chastised while Callie seemed to be in awe. "Can I at least have my bottle of water?" the man asked with his tail between his legs.

Arizona smiled, pleased that he had taken her less than subtle hint, and handing the beverage back over to him, she patted him on the back before shooing him away.

When he was finally out the door, Callie slipped down from the stool to face Arizona. "That was incredibly hot," she said, he face a mixture of lust and the anxiety that had been present there just minutes before.

Arizona chuckled softly before taking the Latina's hand into her own. "Come back into the nursery with me," she requested as she pulled Callie in that direction. "We need to talk."

Callie nodded her head, still unsure of what Arizona's answer would be. She was going to say yes, right? Otherwise she wouldn't have kicked an unsuspecting Mark out of their home. Only ten steps into the trek from the kitchen to the babies' room, there was another knock on the door, followed by a ringing of the bell.

Arizona's head dropped between her shoulders. "Son of a bitch."

"Mother fucker," Callie simultaneously breathed in agreement with her girlfriend's sentiment.

"I'm sorry," Arizona whispered, not exactly sure of what she was apologizing for, but certain that these interruptions were going to be the death of her.

Callie waved her off. "It's okay," she insisted before laying a kiss on a fair cheek. "Not your fault."

Arizona sighed; all she really wanted to do was get Callie back into the nursery so they could finish their discussion, but another ring of the bell shot that idea right out the window. "I'll get rid of whoever's at the door, and then we can pick up where we left off. Okay?" she asked, the torment evident in the Latina's eyes nearly breaking her heart.

The brunette only nodded, watching as Arizona made her way to the front door, but instead of just waiting to see who was there, she stepped into her bedroom to deposit the engagement ring in her nightstand drawer. She felt like crap. Clearly she had misjudged the situation and gotten it wrong. The moment was lost and obviously Arizona was going to say no, or she would have already answered. There was really nothing to discuss; nothing to talk about like Arizona had mentioned. She had asked. . .a yes or no question, but Arizona hadn't responded. End of story. So, with a heavy heart, she gently shut the drawer where the diamond ring now lay before emerging from the room to take a seat on the couch.

Arizona watched as Callie entered her room, spying just what she had done through the open bedroom door. God, how had this gotten so fucked up? One moment she was perusing a spectacular new nursery with the love of her life, and then she was being proposed to, and then. . .

Knock, knock!

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Arizona quickly dragged her eyes away from Callie before making her way to the door that was now being beaten on incessantly. Unceremoniously yanking it open, she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Mom! Dad! What are you doing here?"

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Arizona closed her eyes as she rested her head against the cushion, her palms gently caressing her ever expanding abdomen. Her parents had arrived only an hour ago, and while Callie was obviously happy to see them, the blonde could tell that her usually jovial and talkative girlfriend had seemingly gone inside herself.

"Callie did a wonderful job with the nursery, sweetheart," Barbara Robbins said as she stood steeping two cups of tea.

Arizona looked behind her to see her mother standing with a smirk on her face. "What are you smiling at?" she asked, rolling her eyes when Barbara's grin only grew wider.

The older woman crossed the room to take a seat next to her daughter, sighing as she did so. "Just you," Barbara replied as she handed Arizona a mug of tea. "To see you and Callie finally together does a lot for a mother's heart," she admitted as she patted her daughter's thigh. "Where is she, by the way?" she then asked as she looked around the large common area of the apartment.

Arizona lifted her hand, motioning toward the French doors leading onto the balcony. "Outside with dad," she replied before taking a small sip of her tea. "She's been out there for a while. I'm starting to get worried."

The elder Robbins only waved the younger woman off. "You know your father and Callie have always been close. Ever since you kids were small, he's always had a soft spot for her," she replied, reaching out to wrap her free arm around her daughter's shoulders as Arizona comfortable rested against her.

They sat in silence for several long moments, both staring out the deck windows and into the darkness of the autumn night. "You okay, honey?" Barbara finally asked after hearing her daughter sigh for about the tenth time in as many minutes.

Arizona sighed once again as she leaned up so that she could see her mother's face. "All of this. . ." she replied as she motioned around the apartment, "Nick. Lauren. Actually being with Callie, having two babies instead of one," she continued with a roll of her eyes. "It's all just. . .it's a lot to take in."

Barbara nodded in understanding as she took another sip of the hot liquid in her cup. "It's everything you've ever dreamed of," she coyly replied before setting her drink on the coffee table in front of them.

The younger woman just stared at her mother, unsure of what to say. This was all she had ever dreamed of, and today had been amazing, perfect, but then she and Callie had been interrupted, not once, but twice. She loved her parents, and she knew they had flown across the country to check on her, but they really needed to leave; she really needed some time alone with her girlfriend.

Taking Arizona's silence as distress, Barbara reached forward to grasp her hands. "Are things not going well between the two of you?" she asked, her face full of concern. "You seemed so happy when you told us about you and Callie. Have things changed? Is it Lauren? Because you know I've wanted to slap her for the past six years."

Arizona rolled her eyes. Why hadn't someone just smacked that bitch years ago and put her out of her misery? "No. . .no," she replied, squeezing her mother's hands. "Things are going very well. Awesome. Spectacular. It's just. . .umm, well. . .Callie asked me to marry her."

"I asked her to marry me," Callie admitted to Daniel after he had asked how things were going between herself and his only daughter. She had escaped to the balcony of the apartment a half hour prior while Arizona was giving her parents the grand tour and that was exactly where he had found her while his wife and daughter were oohing and ahhing over every precise detail Callie had put into each and every inch of the nursery.

While Daniel sipped from his glass of single malt scotch, they had discussed Nick's death, work, and even Lauren, but he could tell that this woman whom he'd watch grow since the age of nine was just not herself. So, hoping to find some kind of common ground, he asked about his daughter and their relationship, leading them to Callie's revelation only seconds ago.

Upon hearing the brunette's response, Daniel's eyes widened, though he didn't speak.

"And I know, I-I should have asked you first. I should have talked to you about my plans, but she's just been so. . .worried that I'm not all in. That because there are two babies now instead of one, that I'm not committed to this thing, and I just really hoped that by fixing up the nursery and by proposing to her, that she'd get it. Because Colonel Robbins, sir, I'm here. Like really, really here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Daniel shook his head, chuckling softly at the exasperated woman who was currently pacing the deck in front of him. "When did you become such a rambler?" he asked with a sly grin as he took a sip from the glass he held in his hand. "I thought that was Arizona. Not you."

Callie halted in her stride, looking back toward the man she had looked up to for what seemed like her entire life. He was generally very stoic, but there were times, like right now, that she definitely appreciated his sarcastic sense of humor. "Well, yes, sir. But she. . .today. . .it's just been. . .UGH!" she growled as she bent down, resting her hands on her knees before moving back across the balcony to throw herself down into a chaise lounge.

Daniel laughed again. It was kind of funny to see this woman who was usually so put together, seemingly splitting apart at the seams with such nervous energy. With a smirk on his face, he took a final drink of scotch before pulling a seat up in front of the woman his daughter had been in love with for as long as he could remember. "When Arizona was younger, and she told me she liked girls, I'll admit that I was a little surprised, but ultimately, it didn't matter to me. All I've ever wanted was for her to be happy," he began by way of explanation as Callie just stared into his blue eyes that reminded her so much of her girlfriend's. "But, she never really was. You were there, Callie. You know she was never truly happy with any of the people she dated. Not really, and I think it's because she was always holding out for you. . ."

Callie sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Yes, sir. I. . .I know that, now, but there was Nick a-and my dad, and I was just so confused," she admitted, her nerves once again springing forth. "It's just. . .my dad's not like you. He's not as accepting as you. I know he's your best friend, sir, but. . ." she trailed off, unsure of what else to say. The truth was, Daniel and her father had been friends for longer than she and Arizona, and she wasn't sure of how candidly she could speak on the subject with the man seated in front of her.

Daniel nodded his head; yes, Carlos Torres had been his friend for a very long time, but that didn't mean that he had to agree with the man on everything. "I know, Callie. You're father can be. . .difficult," he stated, smiling as the young woman nodded her head in agreement. He looked into the apartment where his wife and daughter sat talking, pausing momentarily before speaking again. "The only thing that matters to me is Arizona's happiness, Callie. And yours, but I won't stand by an allow you to hurt her. Not like I did with Lauren," he warned, shaking his head at the thought of just how much he had put up with when it came to his daughter's ex. "So, I have to ask, what changed? You're father certainly hasn't, so what made you decide to admit your feelings to Arizona, now?"

Callie stood from her seat with a sigh; she really couldn't believe she was having this conversation with Daniel Robbins of all people. "I love her, sir. She makes me happy, and I want to do the same for her. I want to keep her safe. I want to protect her from people like Lauren. . .I want to be there with her for the rest of my life if she'll have me. I want to be there for her children, and. . .I just. . .I just can't spend another day without her being mine. So I. . ."

"So you asked her to marry you."

"Yes, sir."

"And she said?"

Callie rolled her eyes. "She said nothing!" she nearly shouted in exasperation. "I think she was in shock or-or she doesn't want to marry me, I don't know, but then Mark showed up and by the time we got rid of him, you and Barbara were here, and so now. . ."

"So now we need to get out of your house so that you can get your answer," Daniel supplied, moving toward the closed balcony door.

"Well no, sir. I'm not asking you to leave. I'm glad you're here."

"No you're not," he cheekily replied.

"Yes. I am," Callie argued.

"Don't lie to me, Calliope Torres," he insisted, his voice taking on a stern fatherly and colonel-y tone.

Callie's eyes went wide; she felt like she was sixteen years old again, and he had just caught her smoking with Mark and Nick outside the commissary of Camp Lejeune. "I. . .well, I. . ."

Daniel chuckled softly as he shook his head. "You need to toughen up, Torres. I never thought I'd see the day, but it seems that my daughter has turned you into a rambling, anxious mess," he said with a smirk on his face.

Callie could only nod before hanging her head. Looking back up at the smiling man, she couldn't help but grin in return. "She has. She really has," she admitted, her grin growing ever brighter.

Extending his hand to his daughter's girlfriend, he motioned for her to come with him. "Come on. Barbara and I will get out of your hair."

"You really don't have to do that."

"Yes we do," he insisted as Callie grasped onto his proffered hand. "Because I'm dying to know her answer just as much as you are."

An hour later, Callie stepped out of her bedroom freshly showered and pondering what to do. Daniel had been kind enough to shuffle Barbara out of the apartment and to their hotel room with promises of seeing them the following day for lunch, but once they were gone, she found herself too nervous to even speak to the woman she loved. She felt nervous. She felt embarrassed. She felt overwhelmed with the fact that she had proposed to Arizona and that she had not answered. Other than Arizona liking the nursery, this day was a total bust, and this was certainly NOT how it was supposed to end.

Callie wanted to crawl into a hole or just curl up in a ball. She really just needed today to be over, and assuming that Arizona would just be sleeping in her own bed tonight, she moved through the living room, locking the door and turning off all the lights. Just as she was about to shut her own bedroom door, the soft sound of lullabies emanated from down the hallway, and with a smile on her face and a question in her eyes, she made her way toward the sound. Stopping in the doorway of the nursery when she saw Arizona seated in one of the rocking chairs with two teddy bears on her lap, she found herself smiling in spite of herself.

"Hey," Arizona softly called when she saw movement in the doorway.

"Hey."

They were silent for another moment, Callie nervously looking around as Arizona stood from her seat, gently settling the stuffed animals back in their spots before turning off the music coming from the iPod docking station positioned on one of the dressers in the room. "You really thought of everything, didn't you?" she asked as she stepped up right in front of the Latina who continued to divert her gaze.

Callie sighed, finally looking up into her girlfriend's eyes. "Well, yeah. I just. . .I wanted this room to be perfect for you. You'll be spending a lot of time in here, so I tried to make sure it was soothing, but fun, organized, but cool. I wanted you to fall in love with it."

Arizona smiled at her girlfriend's thoughtfulness, tipping her head to the side. "What about you? Will you be spending a lot of time in here?"

Callie's brow furrowed in confusion. "Well, I. . .I mean. . ."

Before she could say anything more, Arizona produced the same powder blue box she had shown her earlier that day, the lid removed and the sparkling diamond engagement ring glistening in the soft light of the nursery. "I have a question for you, but I also have an answer," she softly stated as she removed the ring from the box. "Which would you like to hear first?"

Callie swallowed hard. Was this a test? A trick question or something? "Umm. . .if the answer you have for me is in regard to the question I asked you earlier, then I think I'd really like to hear that. . .first," she replied before clearing her throat, fighting the urge to once again begin rambling. What the Hell was happening to her? She'd never been such a basket case in her entire life.

Arizona smiled at Callie's attempt to calm her own anxiety and with eyes beginning to well with tears, she impatiently fidgeted with the engagement ring within her fingertips as she held it up for the brunette to see. "Calliope. . .I love you. I've loved you for as long as I can remember, and right now, I really want to say yes. I really want to hand you this ring and have you slide it onto my finger and never take it off again, but. . ."

"But?" Callie quickly asked; her heart had lifted momentarily only to once again plummet to the ground.

". . .but, if I do that, if I tell you yes, that would make me a very selfish person," she answered, wiping at the moisture on her face. "Because it's not just about me anymore. There are three of us now. . .me and two tiny humans who will be showing up in our lives sooner rather than later. I know you've already said that you can't wait to meet them and that you know they are part of the deal, but I. . .I need to know. If I say yes. . .if I promise to spend the rest of my life with you, will you agree to adopt these babies? Will you be okay with being their other mommy? Forever?"

A/N4: I really hope you like this update, and I can't wait to see what you think! Love, love, love your reviews!