"'Fia help," Sofia insisted.

"You wanna help make Madre dinner?" Arizona asked.

A few weeks had passed since Halloween and Madre was working her last shift for awhile. She had decided that it was about time to rest until the babies came. They were just about due in eight weeks, and she wanted them to stay put for that whole time. Plus, work was just getting far too exhausting. Spending her days with Sofia probably wouldn't be exactly easy, but it was better than being at work.

"Yes," she said. "Cook somefin."

"You wanna cook something for her?"

"Yeah."

"You're such a nice girl," she said, getting Sofia's little step stool out.

Sofia stepped up on it. "Whoa," she said.

"Are you so tall now?" Arizona asked. "So you can make Madre's soup?"

"Soup?" she asked. "Ick."

"Sorry," she laughed. "I texted Madre and she said she wanted homemade vegetable soup."

"Yuck."

"Veggies are good for you," she told her. "They make you healthy."

"No?"

"They don't?" she asked. "Because I think they do."

"Oh."

"Do you wanna stir the soup?" she asked, before even turning the stove on.

"Yeah," she smiled, taking the spoon from her mom. "Make a soup, make a soup!" she giggled, doing a little dance as she helped cook.

"You're too cute," Arizona said, pressing a kiss into the top of her head. "Are your brothers or sisters gonna be just as cute?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

Callie walked through the door. "That felt like the longest shift ever," she said as she took her jacket off.

"Well, Sof and I have been working on dinner," she smiled.

"I love you," she smiled, plopping herself down on the couch.

Sofia lost interest in helping Mommy and hopped down from her stool to go sit with Madre. "Hi," she said.

"Did you and Mommy have a fun day?" Callie asked.

"Go shop," she said.

"We did go shopping," Arizona said. "For Thanksgiving stuff, right?"

"We're gonna cook a big dinner while Grandma and Grandpa are here, aren't we?" Callie asked.

"Gamma?" she asked.

"Grandma and Grandpa are coming," she told her. "They wanna visit us for Thanksgiving."

"Oh."

"They'll be here when you wake up from nap tomorrow," Arizona said.

"If she takes one," Callie said. "It seems like I only hear about these so-called naps these days. When I'm home, she's go, go, go all day long."

"We'll let her hang out with Daddy then," Arizona decided as she continued cooking.

Sofia rested her head on Madre's belly, pressing her lips against it gently. "Baby?" she asked.

"They're still in there," Callie smiled. "Trust me."

"Oh."

"Today they're making my back hurt," she added.

"Well, that's no fun," Arizona pouted.

"I'm gonna need a backrub tonight."

"You got it," Arizona smiled.

One of the babies kicked and Sofia was startled by the movement. "Hey!" she laughed.

"Crazy babies!" Callie replied. "What are they doin', Sof?"

"Pay," she said.

"You think they play with each other?" Arizona smiled.

"Yeah."

"Maybe."

The three of them were just finishing up their dinner when there was a knock on the door. Jill let herself in. "Hey," she smiled. "I know you said no more baby shopping, but I couldn't help it."

Auntie Jill had definitely gone overboard when it came to spoiling Sofia and the twins. It felt like she had something for them at least once a week.

"What did you buy now?" Callie asked.

"How perfect are these?" she asked, taking a little tiny sleeper that was covered in birds out of the bag. "They're robins!" she excitedly pointed out. "I had to get them."

Arizona smiled.

"And there's a pair of pyjamas with the same print for big sister, too," she said.

"'Fia?" she asked.

"Come here," she nodded.

Sofia got up and went over. "Where?" she asked.

"Look," Jill said, taking the pyjamas out. "Those birdies are called robins."

"'Fia 'Abin," she asked.

"Like Sofia Robbin," Callie nodded. "Yep."

"Ohhhh!"

"Say 'thank you, Auntie Jill!'" Arizona told her.

"Tanks," she smiled.

"No problem," Jill replied.

"'Fia 'Abin!" exclaimed, pointing to the new sleepwear.

"Sof, what's your whole name?" Callie asked. "Do you know it?"

"'Fia…'Abin…Sone…Toes!"

"Still needs some work, huh?" Jill asked.

"Sofia, listen," Callie said. "Soooofia Rrrroobbin Sllloan Torrrres."

"Big," she said.

"It is a big name!" Arizona said. "A big name for a tiny girl!"

"Oh, Mama!" she smiled.

Arizona laughed. "Auntie Jill, do you still want to spend Thanksgiving with us?"

"For sure," she said. "It'll be nice to see your mom and dad. I've missed them since I moved."

"Yeah."

Sofia was still in her new pyjamas when her grandparents arrived the next afternoon. Callie had been in no mood to argue with her when she protested against taking them off, and Mommy and Daddy had both been unexpectedly called into work, so they weren't there to do it.

"Hi, Sofia!" Grandma smiled when they walked in and saw their granddaughter cuddled up on the couch reading a book with her madre.

Sofia gasped. "Hi!" she smiled, getting down off the couch and running over.

Callie smiled. "Hi," she said, sitting up. "Sorry you had to take a cab. Arizona got called in on some emergency and I'm too big to safely drive."

"It's fine," Barbara Robbins smiled as she picked Sofia up. "Right?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

"And sorry about the pyjamas," she added, not exactly feeling like the best mom in that moment. "She insisted she keep them on."

"That's okay," she said. "You're comfortable, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Jill," she said, pointing to the pyjamas.

"Auntie Jill gave you those?" Grandpa asked. "We heard she's been spoiling you."

"Yep!" Sofia said with pride.

He laughed.

"You pay?" she asked her grandparents.

"What do you want to play with?" Grandma asked, putting her down and letting her lead the way.

She led them over to the kitchen where there was a colouring book on the counter. "Should we colour with Grandma and Grandpa?" Callie asked. "Ask Grandma to bring the book and your crayons here."

Sofia's grandma picked up the book and a few things fell out. She realized that they were ultrasound pictures. "What are these doing in here?" she asked.

"'Fia baby," Sofia said, bending to pick them up herself.

"Let Grandpa do it," the Colonel replied. "I'll get them."

"Apparently we need to watch what you do with those a little better, huh?" Callie asked.

"Yeah," Sofia said, going back over to Madre. "'Fia Baby."

"I know they're your babies," she said. "But do they belong in your colouring book?"

"No," she said.

"They both cooperated this time," Grandma said as she looked at the pictures.

Arizona had been emailing her parents every set of ultrasound pictures, so they had seen them all so far. However, the majority of the time, if one baby was cooperating for pictures, the other was hiding. Week twenty-eight was the exception. Both babies were happy to show off.

"Yeah," Callie said. "My doctor thinks they're each about two pounds."

"That's all?" her father-in-law asked.

"Daniel, they have eight more weeks to grow," his wife explained. "If they were already big, it would be impossible for her to carry them. Especially because it's twins. They'll start to put on a lot more weight soon."

"And they're already double what Sofia weighed," Callie said. "Which is crazy to think about."

Arizona walked in just as her wife was saying this. "What's crazy to think about?" she asked, as she gave her parents hugs.

"That they're already double what Sofia was at birth."

"I know."

"And they're just as adorable as their sister, too," Grandma commented.

"See all that fuzzy stuff around A's head?" Arizona asked. "That's already hair. The fact that we can see it at this point means Baby'll have a ton of it."

She smiled. "When I was having you, I thought I'd be putting little bows in your hair right away. And you were bald until your first birthday. But your brother was born with enough hair for both of you."

"That's definitely a Torres gene," Callie said. "All the babies in Mark's family have had a little hair, but all the kids in my family have been born with a whole lot of it."

"They're fraternal, right?" Grandpa asked.

"Yeah," Callie nodded. "You can already see the differences in their features a bit. Mark says they both look like him."

"No," Sofia decided.

"Whoever they look like, they'll be beautiful, right?" Arizona said.

"Yeah," Sofia agreed.

"And they have the prettiest big sister, don't they?" Grandpa asked his granddaughter.

"Sone," she said.

Callie laughed. "Sloan and Sofia," she said. "You're pretty, too!"

"So pity."

"And the babies'll be here soon!"

"Eight weeks and counting," Callie agreed. "Thank God."

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