AN: First update of 2016! Thanks for sticking with me for another year. Took a while because I am studying for my boards. Enjoy!

Arizona's POV

"Wait, before we even talk about options, do you-do you even want kids?" she asks.

My knee starts bouncing up and down on its own as I scratch my neck.

A kid? What the hell am I gonna do with a kid? Fuck, man.

"I-uh I don't know. I've never really had an interest in wanting kids of my own."

"Oh."

Callie sounds disappointed. Damn.

A kid. Like an actual baby.

But I don't want a baby.

Should have thought about that before…

Yeah yeah yeah. I get it.

"Look, I'm not gonna trap you into a kid you don't want. So…I'm giving you an out. If I'm...you know," Callie says.

What the fuck? Does she seriously think I would just leave?

"Calliope, I just said I'm not going anywhere, and I meant that. It's just-it's a lot to process right now, you know?"

"I know."

We both sink back against the couch, lost in the thoughts of this fucked up situation we're in.

Fucked up? Is it really all that fucked up?

Yes. Callie could be pregnant. She could have a real live baby growing inside her womb right now.

So?

So? Sooo, I would say that's pretty fucked up.

But weren't you thinking of wedding dresses the other day?

Yeah. I smile just a little bit at the thought. It freaked me out at first, but she's the love of my life. I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather spend my life with.

So do you think that married life wasn't going to involve some tiny humans?

Uh, no. I was thinking more like vacations on Spanish beaches with Callie looking hot hot hot in a bikini and all the sangrias we can drink.

That's what you want, but what does Callie want?

Huh. I glance at my Calliope and she's looking straight ahead with a mesmerized look on her face. I wonder what she's thinking about.

I reach over to hold her hand and bring her back to me," Hey."

She smiles shyly, "Hey."

"I've been thinking."

Maybe Callie wants kids. We've never talked about it. I guess now would be a good time.

"Yeah?" she rubs her thumb across my knuckles.

"Do you, um, do you want kids?" I ask.

She tucks her right leg under the other and faces me. Her head rests against the forearm that's propped up.

Dark eyes meet mine, "Yes, I do."

Well, shit.

Warm fingertips caress the top of my hand, "I've always wanted kids, Arizona. I've always imagined a big house with a bunch of little ones running around."

Not just one kid.

She said kids. Plural. Christ.

"Haven't you ever thought about it?" she asks.

Oh, I have. Very little. It's a scary thought. Mornings would never be the same.

A very pregnant Calliope looking as gorgeous as ever as she reads the newspaper. And me chasing two other messy, squealing little bodies.

And sexy times would definitely be ruined.

Me on top of Callie, kissing my way down her body. Things are getting hot and heavy. She's nearly begging me, and I am happy to fulfill that need. But then, a cry comes through the baby monitor.

My face must look disturbed or displeased because Callie laughs and moves closer. As if she's reading my mind, she says, "Well, of course it's not all fun and games. It's hard work, but just imagine it."

Me with a camera set on record. Callie encouraging a diapered, wobbling, tiny human to take their first steps. And watching tears of joy roll down Callie's face when it finally happens.

Well, that's…

A scared face of a toddler, clutching on tightly to my shirt as the thunder roars outside. And me, rocking them back and forth in my arms while humming a soothing lullaby.

Huh.

That's very…sweet.

I wouldn't mind that.

Well, well, well. Change of heart?

I just think…well maybe it wouldn't be so bad. If I had a kid, or kids. With Callie.

Oh, really? What about sangrias?

Maybe there's a way we can have both. Somehow. God, I've never thought about it like this. Or maybe I just never had the right person to think about a future like this with. But this is Calliope. My love. My heart.

I take both of her hands into mine, "Calliope, I've never wanted kids. Like ever."

She looks at me like she's wondering where I'm going with this.

"But I've never met anyone like you. And you've changed me."

Her brown eyes glisten with unshed tears and her smile brightens.

"I love you. So much. And I was raised to be a good man in a storm and protect the things I love, so I'm not going anywhere. Whatever the test says, I'm sticking by your side."

"You mean that?" she asks as tears run down her cheeks.

"Absolutely. Without a doubt."

Callie laughs and hugs me. I hold her closer. Tighter. My love. My heart. My Calliope.

"I love you too," she whispers.

We stay like this for a while. Maybe it's minutes. Or hours. I don't know.

When we pull apart, Callie still looks radiant despite her puffy eyes.

"Arizona?"

"Yes, love?"

"What if-what if it's positive?"

If it's positive, that means there is a real baby in there.

How terrifying.

"It'll be okay."

"But what if it is? What're we gonna do?"

I understand what she's asking. What are we going to do if there's a baby growing inside of her?

I have no fucking clue.

"We'll figure it out, baby. Together," I squeeze her hand for reassurance.

"Okay," she says.

"So, let's find out." We need a test, but I don't want to leave Callie alone here.

"Don't leave me," she clutches my hand with a firm grip. I see pure fear in her eyes.

Jesus, if I ever meet the person who broke her heart so badly, I swear I'll hurt them.

"I'm staying here, babe. Just relax. I'll handle this."

I search for my phone in the cushions and fish it out. I pull up my messages and type a simple text to Mark.

911: Prego – A

"How are you going to handle it?" she asks.

"You'll see."

Three seconds later, I have an incoming call from Mark.

"Hey," I answer.

"Z, what the hell happened?!" Mark exclaims.

"No questions asked when it's 911, remember?" I say.

"Right. Do you need a test?" he asks.

"Yeah. Are you with Addie?" I ask.

I can hear the redhead mumbling something in the background, so it's a no brainer.

"Yeah, I was gonna go drop her off at her place," he says.

"Just bring her too. No worries," I say.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." It's about time she found out. Callie needs her too.

"Okay, we'll be there in a bit."

"Thanks." And with that, I hang up.

Callie is looking at me with an amused and perplexed look.

"What?"

"911? You guys have some kind of code or something?" she asks.

"Yeah. Whenever we text each other 911, you stop what you're doing, if you can, and see what the other person needs. No questions asked. Teddy's in on it too."

"Interesting. Have you had many 911s?" she asks.

"This is the first time I've had a 911 like this. Teddy and I hardly ever have any emergencies, but Mark has had plenty," I say.

"Pregnancy scares?!" she exclaims.

"Oh, no! I meant just like regular emergencies," I clarify.

"Any worth mentioning?"

"Well, we're not supposed to talk about them. Ever. Some are pretty embarrassing."

"I'm not gonna tell anyone!"

Callie is so interested in this. Well, if it will make her laugh and ease her mind before we take a test that might change our lives forever, it couldn't hurt.

"Okay, okay. This one time, I got a 911 text from Mark. All it said was 'Bring some clothes to the bathroom on the 5th floor at school' and naturally, I was very confused, but it was 911, so I did what he asked."

"And?"

"Let's just say, he had been really sick and had the runs," I explain.

"Oh gross! Poor Mark," Callie laughs.

"Yeah, ugh," I shudder at the thought of the smell. It was disgusting.

"You're a really good friend," she says.

"I know," I smile.

A loud knock on the door interrupts our conversation.

"Must be Mark and Addie," I get up to go open it.

Addie walks in quickly and Mark follows after with his backpack on one shoulder.

"What the hell is going on Callie?! Mark refuses to tell me," the redhead asks as she sits on the couch.

"She doesn't sound happy. Did you bring it?" I whisper to Mark.

"Yeah," he opens the backpack and pulls out a plastic bag with a test in it.

I grab it, "Thanks. That was quick."

"Well, I had some tests in my bathroom," he admits.

"Why?" I ask.

"They're free at student health!" he defends.

"Hello? Can someone explain what's going on?" Addie asks. It seems that Callie hasn't said a word to her since she sat on the couch.

I close the door and walk towards the pair. I stand behind the couch and look at my brunette as my eyes try to communicate with hers.

She doesn't seem to know how to say the words so I start, "Uh, Callie might be pregnant."

Addie's eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, "How exactly?"

Callie speaks up, "She has a penis. Arizona has a penis."

Surprise and shock cover Addie's face, "Oh."

"Yeah, and my period is late so..."

"Like a real penis?" Addie asks.

"Yes, I was born with a penis. I can answer your questions later, but right now we need to find out if Callie is pregnant or not."

"Right, right, sorry," Addison squeezes Callie's hand and nods.

Callie nods back and gives her a nervous smile before rising off the couch.

"Do you want me to go with you?" I ask.

"Yeah," she says.

I intertwine our hands and lead us through my room and into the bathroom. I open the pregnancy kit and pull out the instructions. Callie takes the test from my hand situates herself on the toilet.

I unfold the leaflet that comes with the test and it turns out to be a very big piece of paper with lots of writing.

"Want me to read the instructions?" I ask.

"Just pee on the stick, right?" she asks.

"Yeah. For 5 seconds and then we wait for 3 minutes."

"Okay."

Callie finishes up and places the stick on the counter. She washes her hands and I set a timer on my phone.

We both lean against the opposite wall and try not to look at the test.

Three minutes.

Everything could change in the next three minutes.

I start drumming my fingers on my thigh and Callie is biting her lip anxiously.

"How did Mark get here so fast anyway? I know he lives upstairs, but didn't he have to go buy the test?"

"He said he had some and they were free at student health," I say.

Callie chuckles, "Of course."

"Yeah."

The timer feels like it's taking forever. Hurry up.

"I hate waiting," I say.

"Me too. Just seems to build up the anxiety some more."

The timer finally rings and it makes me jump a little.

"I can't look," Callie turns around.

I pull her closer, "Hey, we're in this together. No matter what the test says. Right?"

"Yes, we are," she whispers.

"Okay, together."

I grab the stick without looking, "Ready?"

"Yeah."

"1…2…3"

We both look at the test together. One line for not pregnant. Two lines for pregnant.

And we got…

One line.

I release the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

Not pregnant. Callie's not pregnant.

I look at Callie and she seems…disappointed. Sad.

I hug her closely, "It's okay, love."

Callie breaks down in tears and I rub her back gently.

I don't know what to say. What can I say?

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying. This is a good thing," she mumbles into my neck.

"I know."

This is what I wanted. So why do I feel sad too?

"Maybe you took it too early?"

What are you saying? Do you want her to be pregnant?

That's insane.

Callie pulls away and grabs some tissues to wipe her eyes.

"Maybe. I could have miscalculated my dates."

"I guess all that's left to do now is wait until you get your period."

"And if I don't?"

"We'll take another test then," I say.

"Okay."

She grabs my face and kisses me.

"You're amazing," she says.

"You're pretty amazing yourself."

"I'm gonna go out there. Addie's probably freaking out," she laughs.

"Yeah, I'm right behind you."

She gives me one last kiss before walking out.

I linger in the bathroom for a minute. I should be relieved and in a way, I am.

But there's something else there. Something stronger.

Sadness.

Maybe a part of me wanted Callie to be pregnant. My eyes focus on the disposed test in the garbage bin.

I shake my head. No, that's nuts.

My hand flicks off the light as I exit the bathroom, leaving that thought behind too.

This week passed by so slowly. Teddy came back and her mother is doing well. I didn't tell her what was going until she came back because I knew she had plenty on her plate. She wasn't surprised, saying something about how Callie and I are always going at it like bunnies.

Aside from the jokes, she's been really supportive since I've been so anxious all damn week. Waiting to see if Callie's period will show up.

Then Addison surprised me because she didn't have many questions about my situation. She was just mad because everyone else has known except for her and Henry. I appreciate how she has been there for Callie this week too.

Things have been good, but tense between Callie and I. Not at each other, but at our situation.

I've barely seen Amelia, much less talked to her, which I've kinda been worried about, but I have much bigger things on my mind these days. Teddy and Mark have been trying to keep me sane as I have been on the brink of crazy for the past few days.

And now, it has been a week.

I think I'm finally going crazy because my dreams have been filled with kids lately. Lots of kids in a big house. Just like Callie said.

What does it mean?

Well, I know what it means. I also know why I was sad when we got a negative test. Although, I haven't been able to admit it to myself yet.

My phone buzzes abruptly, and I snatch it from the bedside table.

Come over ASAP! – C

Shit. Did she get her period? Or is it the alternative? Guess I'll find out.

I jump out of bed, grab my keys, and run out the door. Still in my pajamas, but I don't even care.

I'm coming, Callie!

AN2: Well, what are your thoughts?! Lots can happen in a week...

AN3: Thank you for all your awesome comments and suggestions! You guys truly rock. Stay tuned for the next update that will hopefully be out later this week as I am currently working on it.

AN4: To the guest that said something about this story having the potential to go on for a long time with many milestones, thank you for saying that! Because yes, C&M is going to be one looong ass story!