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"Is that Sofia's bed?" Abuelo asked as he watched his granddaughter scale the crib that had just been put together in Callie and Arizona's room Christmas Eve night after he got there.

"Yep," she nodded.

"I don't think so," he said, allowing her to climb anyway, because he wanted to see if she actually had the ability to get in. Sofia was two; she'd be three in a few months, but she was still pretty tiny for her age. Of course, he had his hands underneath her in case she slipped.

"Sof, who comes tonight?" Arizona asked.

"Ho, ho, ho!" she replied, making it into the crib. "Yay!"

"Santa comes," Madre said. "Yes. But you know what Santa wants?"

"Huh?"

"Santa only gives out toys if big girls are asleep in their own beds," Colonel Robbins told his granddaughter.

"'Fia bed," she said.

"That's the baby bed," Arizona said. "It's not for you. Can you come out, please?"

"Go seep," she answered, lying down.

Just then, Mark and Sloan came to say goodnight. "Sof-" he started, stopping when he saw that she was in the crib. "That's not for big sisters, silly!"

"Yeah."

"Nope," he said, picking her up and tickling her as he lowered her back to the ground.

"Dada!" she laughed.

"Do you wanna sleep at my place or Mommy and Madre's?"

"Baby," she said.

"Not in the baby bed," he said. "The baby bed isn't even set up in my apartment yet."

"Uh oh," she replied.

"You think?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you going night night here or at Daddy's?" Arizona asked.

"Dada," she decided.

"Give everybody night night kisses," Callie said.

Mark lifted Sofia onto Callie's bed so that she could kiss her goodnight. "I'll see you tomorrow after Santa comes," she told her. "I love you."

Sofia kissed her bump. "Aw, did the babies get kisses?" Grandma asked.

"Yep," she nodded. "Sone."

"Now I need a goodnight kiss?" she asked, picking her sister up.

"Yeah," she decided.

Twenty minutes later, Sofia was still giving out kisses and Daddy was beginning to wonder if he would ever get her to go to sleep.

"Sof, I think that's enough kisses for now," he said.

"No," she insisted.

"Go put the cookies out for Santa," Arizona told her. "I bet you can eat one, too."

"Yum," she said.

"C'mon," Mark replied, taking her from Arizona. "Let's go put the cookies out for Santa."

"Cookie?" Sofia asked as she, Daddy, and Sloan walked into his apartment.

"I have Oreos for Santa," he said.

"No," she said. "Make."

"Oh, I'm a surgeon, not a baker," he told her. "And it's past bedtime, Sof. Santa's gonna have to settle this year."

"Oh."

"I heard he likes Oreos," Grant tried to convince the toddler.

"Yep?" she asked.

"I think so," Sloan added. "Who doesn't like Oreos?"

With Grant and Sloan's approval, it was suddenly fine that Santa would be eating Oreos. After putting them out – and enjoying one herself – Daddy brushed Sofia's teeth and tucked her in.

"She asleep?" Sloan asked.

"Oh, yeah," he said, joining her and Grant in the living room.

"I still can't believe you'll have four kids," she told him.

"You think it's weird, don't you?" Mark said, trying to remember that he couldn't get too offended because Sloan didn't see their day-to-day life. She didn't really understand how the family he had with Callie, Arizona, and Sofia functioned.

"Not weird. I grew up with one parent, so Sofia's lucky to have three," she said.

"Sloan, if I could take it all back, I would –"

"I know," she said. "What I was going to say was that I think they're lucky, but I'm surprised they didn't just have one just the two of them."

"They were going to, but then we all decided on this," he said. "It's simple as that."

"Oh."

"I know you're a lot older than Sofia, but she loves you a lot," he said. "And so will these kids."

"Yeah," she smiled.

She couldn't deny that the time she spent with her little sister was fun.

"And these kids are definitely the last ones," he told her.

"Good," she said. "Because, I mean, I could have a kid right now."

"And if you did, I probably wouldn't have Sofia," he said. "Because I'd be raising your kid and things would've worked out differently. But I'm not raising him, so I have Sof."

"True," she said.

"How old is your son now?" Grant asked his girlfriend.

He knew Sloan was a birth mom, but they didn't talk about it much because it usually ended up upsetting her.

"Four," she said. "He turned four last month."

"Addison is trying to adopt," Mark told Sloan. "She's already had a failed adoption, but now she might get another baby. And if she does, it'll be an open adoption."

"Oh," she said. "Yeah, there's no way I could do that. If I knew my kid, I think I'd regret the adoption."

"In Addie's case, the birth parents are the ones that are asking for the open adoption."

"Oh."

"Do you know anything about your son?" Grant asked.

"I met his parents once," she said. "But other than that, no. But that's for the best. I'm happy with a closed adoption. I think about him all the time, but I think it would be too hard to know him. And have to explain why I gave him up."

"But you did it because it was best for him."

"But do little kids get that?"

"They understand love," Mark said. "He'd understand, I think."

"I mean, I totally get why some people have open adoptions. It makes sense. But it's not for everyone."

"Nope," he said.

"Are you still mad at me for choosing adoption?" Sloan asked her dad.

They had never really talked about it much either. Sloan knew that Mark had wanted the baby, so she figured that part of him resented her decision.

"No," he said. "I wonder how things would be different and I think about him a lot, but I'm not mad. It was your choice and you made the one that you thought was best. And that you could live with. And he has great parents, I'm sure. I was frustrated at first, yes. But now I see that it was best. Like I said, if things were different, who knows if I'd have Sofia. And I can't imagine not having her."

"Yeah."

"And I'm really proud of you," he told her. "You're starting to make some good choices and it's nice to see."

"Thanks."

"Everything's been okay since you've been put on bedrest?" Callie's dad asked back at her place.

"Yep," she nodded. "I'm obviously worried, but they're doing good."

"Good," he smiled.

"Four more weeks," Arizona said.

"Can you believe it?" she asked her. "In a month, we'll have three kids."

"Sofia'll love being a sister," Barbara smiled.

"Oh, yeah," Arizona agreed.

"It'll be nice to have babies around again," her father said. "Sofia grew up too fast."

"Don't all babies?" his wife wondered.

"That's true."

"Sofia was in the NICU for so long, though," Arizona said. "We missed out on a lot. Yes, we were still there as much as possible, but it's not the same as at home."

"No," Callie said, beginning to tear up. "I just hope these babies don't need any time in the NICU."

"Even if they do, it won't be as long as Sofia was in there," Arizona said.

"I know."

"They're already so much more developed than she was."

"Yeah."

"Everything'll be fine," Carlos told his daughter. "You've made it this far. Four more weeks is nothing."

"Says you," she laughed.

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