Callie and Arizona spent the next three weeks enjoying each other's company just a little more often than they had been for the last few months. Reynold's improved condition meant that Arizona spent less time at the hospital checking on him, and more of it with her wife and family doing completely unrelated things. Of course, she was still a busy surgeon, but she was able to worry less about one particular patient. It was making a difference.

"How come you didn't wake me?" she asked, rushing into their kitchen one morning in the beginning of November.

"You looked like you could use a few more minutes," her wife answered. "I wasn't going to let you be late. You have plenty of time."

She kissed her.

"I love you," she smiled. "And last night was great. Really, really great. But I told you that I needed to be up by –"

"Can we go back to 'last night was great?'" Callie smiled. "Because it was. And there is no way Brady is going to be there this early. I think he's an amazing, amazing doctor, but he has his own practice. He only gets out of bed at this hour for emergencies. Especially these days. We're not exactly young and full of energy anymore."

It was technically still the middle of the night, but Dr. Robbins couldn't wait to get to the hospital. Reynold's team had to meet about him one more time before he could be discharged. She wanted to be able to send the Westfall family home just after rounds if she could. Reynold was already nine weeks old. He hadn't quite made it home for his first Halloween, but Arizona wanted to make sure that he got to go as soon as possible.

"Oh, he'll be there."

"Did you threaten the man who helped to save our daughter? I know it was a long time ago, but –"

"I didn't threaten," she clarified. "He just promised he would."

"Well, still. Faith isn't going to be –"

"I'm her boss when it comes to this case," she said. "I know that she'd rather sleep in, but surgeons don't get to do that very often. She'll be there."

"True," she reconsidered. "But still. Sit. Eat. The Westfalls aren't going to go home before the sun is up. At least let them sleep. You're sending them home with a sick baby. They may never sleep again."

She laughed. It wasn't because she found it funny that Mona and Donovan would likely struggle when they brought Reynold home. She knew first-hand how difficult babies in his situation could be to care for, and she had done as much as she could to help prepare them for it. She was just laughing because her wife was right. Maybe she was just a little too eager. She could slow down and take a few moments to eat with Callie.

She began to pour herself a bowl of cereal. Callie was halfway through one of her own, and it looked good.

"Last night really was great, you know," she told her. "I wasn't just saying that. I know that when I get these H.L.H.S. cases, I tend to get tunnel vision. It's not because I don't want to be home with you, though. I know how much you put up with when I'm working so hard to treat these babies or any of the really sick kids I work so hard to save."

"If we hadn't been on the other side of it twice, I think I'd feel differently. I think that I would think you had to separate yourself from your cases more. But Addison flew in to help save Sofia. And so many people got us through everything with Faith. They all did everything they could for us. You're just doing the same thing."

"Right."

"But I am glad that Reynold's being discharged. I'll get even more great nights with you. I hope."

"I hope so, too."

Just then, Callie received a text message from Faith telling them that she and Sebastian wanted to call a short family meeting at work if everyone had time that day. Arizona had probably received the same one, but her phone just wasn't with her.

"Faith and Sebastian need to talk to us today. You, me, and Sofia. Hopefully at the same time, she says."

"About what?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe they've been contacted by an expectant mom," Sofia speculated as she and Callie walked away from the coffee cart after getting their caffeinated beverages of choice and a couple of muffins.

While they were in line, they had gotten a page from Faith asking if they had a second to come talk in the conference room. Callie guessed that her wife's team was still waiting on someone, so they had a few minutes to spare.

"Maybe," Callie said.

"We probably shouldn't assume that daily, should we? I doubt it helps."

"Probably not," she agreed.

They made their way to the conference room. As Callie had predicted, Austin wasn't there. However, neither were Cristina and Nerissa. She kissed her wife as she placed a muffin in front of her. After Faith had texted them at breakfast, Arizona had decided that she should head in as early as she could after all because she wanted to hear whatever her daughter and son-in-law had to say. Therefore, she had only finished half of her bowl of cereal. That meant that she was not only disappointed that Reynold's discharge would have to wait, but now she was hungry as well.

"Thanks," Arizona said. "And, for the record, I texted Austin and told him to take his time because Nerissa and Cristina aren't ready to meet yet."

"Sure," she replied as she and Sofia both sat down.

"So, what's this about?" Sofia questioned.

Her sister and Sebastian both sat across from them fiddling with stacks of what looked like business cards. She was hoping that whatever they were about to say was adoption related – and positive- but she wasn't sure what was happening.

"Pass-along cards," Sebastian answered, sliding a bundle of them across the table to her while Faith gave some out to her mothers.

All three of them removed the elastic bands from their individual stacks and studied them. Each little grey and yellow card had a photo of the hopeful adoptive couple on it along with the contact information of their agency and the link to their online profile.

"Sebastian and Faith are hoping to adopt," Callie read.

"What are they for?" Arizona wondered.

"Getting the word out," Faith explained. "Sometimes people will find expectant parents or adoptive parents through people they know. That's not always the case, but it can be. Our agency told us to make sure to let people we know know that we're adopting, so that they can help spread the word."

"Don't hand them to every pregnant person you see," Sebastian added, knowing that Sofia was about to make a comment of that nature. "That's not right. We're not begging for a baby. We're not trying to convince someone who is unsure to place with us. We're not talking anyone into anything that they don't want. We want someone who knows that they want to place their child to find us and think that we're the right fit. You can't give these out to patients because that's probably not the most ethical thing to do, but you can leave them at restaurants and places like that."

"I read a story on a blog about a woman who left one with a hairdresser. Their eventual son's birth mom went to that same hairdresser and noticed it. It's crazy how these things can happen," Faith told them. "Give them to friends. Tell the friends not to bother any pregnant women, though. If they hear of anyone who is looking to place a baby, we might be the right couple for them. Who knows? These might get us nowhere. Or an expectant mom could see one tomorrow."

"A tiny little card might make me a grandmother?" Arizona asked.

"Well, the expectant mom who sees it might," her daughter smiled. "But yes. It happens. Our agency swears by these things. I called Brie a few days after we were approved to ask her what we do now, and she suggested that we have these made."

"That's fascinating. Calliope, this card might find us a grandchild."

"I heard her," Callie laughed. "And now I think I want to forget about work and go leave these around the city. And it's going to be so hard not to give these to pregnant patients. I know that that's rude. Assuming that they shouldn't or can't parent isn't right. It's their choice. I know. But still."

"We need to keep our professional lives professional," Faith said. "As easy as it would be to hand these out in O.B. and call it a day, we can't."

"Fine," Sofia replied.

It was then that Austin walked into the room. He had taken his time and he was still there before the meeting could even start.

"Good morning," he smiled. "What are those?"

"Pass-along cards. Don't bother pregnant people, but leave these around. They want a baby, and I personally think that I will be the best grandmother ever," Arizona informed him as she handed him some.

"What about me?" Callie laughed. "Or Wren. We'll make good grandmothers, too."

"I work in Peds. I know everything that children like."

Everyone laughed. Her mom was only joking, but moments like that did make Faith even more excited to start a family. Their future child was going to be surrounded by so many people who would absolutely adore him or her. She couldn't wait.

Both Cristina and Nerissa were able to start Reynold's meeting a short time later when they were finished up with the patients who they had been with. Reynold would hopefully be home in a matter of hours as long as no one had any new concerns that the rest of the team was not aware of.

About an hour later, an intern paged Callie to the E.R. regarding a possible tibia fracture. When she got there, she realized that Adler's father, Gavin, was the patient. Genevieve had brought him in.

"Well, how'd this happen?" Dr. Torres questioned.

Even though the reason was less than ideal, she had to admit that it was good to see them again. They were all still close, but they didn't see each other as often as they would like to. Faith and Sebastian saw Justice and Cohen more often, but it had been awhile since anyone had seen Genevieve or Gavin.

"I fell down the stairs," he replied.

After asking a few more questions, Callie did a quick exam, and she did suspect that the intern was correct and that the tibia was broken. She would be sending Gavin to get an x-ray done so that she could determine a proper course of treatment. That wouldn't be good news for anyone, but it was especially tough for them. They had spent days, weeks, and even months in that very hospital with Adler. They had eventually watched him die there. Even if Gavin would be just fine, they still weren't fond of spending time at Seattle Grace Mercy West because of the horrible memories that they had.

"We'll get you that x-ray as soon as possible," she told him. "And then we'll go from there."

"He could need surgery, right?" Genevieve questioned.

They may have spent so much time in the hospital for a whole other reason, but she had accidently overheard doctors swapping surgical stories a few too many times. She knew that Callie operated on injuries like her husband's all the time.

"It's possible," she answered. "But it's also possible that he may not."

"I know you're very, very good at your job. And I know that this is a broken leg. It's not nearly as serious as anything that happened with Adler. But it would still be surgery. I can't help but worry more than most people might."

"That's okay," she smiled. "Let's just wait and see what the x-rays show."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm sorry that you have a reason to worry so much."

"It's a leg," Gavin told his wife. "Callie's my doctor. I'm going to be fine."

Sofia and Oscar's patient wailed throughout his entire pre-op examination. He was only eighteen months old, and he couldn't understand what was going on. First he hadn't been allowed to eat that morning, then someone had poked his arm in order to take some blood, and now the doctors were examining his sore belly button. He had had enough.

Crying children weren't uncommon at all. Unfortunately, Sofia was used to it. She didn't like the fact that she was so accustom to the sounds of upset and terrified children, but she also couldn't let it get to her too much. In order to do her job, she had to be able to handle it while still being compassionate and understanding. Oscar seemed able to find a balance between the two just like she was.

"I'm sorry," he apologized as his exam made the little boy flinch.

"No!" he cried out.

He hadn't done anything wrong. Clayton's umbilical hernia was the cause of the pain and the exam was just uncomfortable.

"I'm all done," he said when he handed the toddler back to his mother. "I know that hurt. Soon Dr. Torres and I are going to fix your belly button."

"Dr. Boone, why is Clayton's umbilical hernia surgical while many others close on their own?" Sofia asked.

She wasn't expecting him to have any trouble answering such a simple question, but she had to ask because not all umbilical hernias required surgery, and he needed to learn what the differences were. She wanted him to know that the decision was especially important in Pediatrics. Operating on children was a major – and very scary – choice. If there was another good option, they would try it first. Most surgeons wanted to do surgery whenever possible – it was their chosen career after all – but sometimes the answer didn't always come in the form of a scalpel.

"Well, many of them close by one year old, and he's eighteen months. According to the patient history, his hernia hasn't shown any signs of improvement."

"Why else?"

"Sometimes umbilical hernias can resolve themselves even after age one," he said, knowing that was the answer that she was looking for. "In some cases, they can even resolve themselves much later than that. Age is only one factor. But in Clayton's case, the lack of improvement combined with the sensitivity he's now experiencing indicate that surgery is his best option. There really isn't much reason to believe that his particular hernia will resolve itself now that he's eighteen months and he's started experiencing some discomfort."

"Right," she nodded.

"How long until he's recovered?" Clayton's dad asked. "I know it varies, but how long do you think?"

"Since this is an outpatient surgery, he'll be able to go home later today barring any unforeseen complications," Sofia answered. "But full recovery will take about two to four weeks. Take your cues from him. He needs to take it easy, but sometimes little ones this age don't want to do very much of that. Keep an eye on him, but don't stop him from doing too much. That won't help anyone."

"There's a chance that the hernia could come back, right?" his mom asked as she snuggled her still upset boy close.

"Yes, but the chances of that are very low."

"Good," she smiled.

"No," the toddler said, turning his head to peek at Oscar.

"Yep!" Oscar said. "That's good."

"No."

"You don't even want to do this once, do you?" he asked. "I know. Not too many people do. But we'll get it over with soon and then you can go home to your own bed. "

"We bought new movies to watch tomorrow," Clayton's father reminded him. "You don't really get to watch T.V. or movies, but you can for a few days."

"That sounds good to me," Sofia smiled. "I recommend plenty of cuddles and movies. Maybe even a little Jell-O."

"No bobo," the little boy replied.

"We're going to fix it."

"No."

"We'll be going into surgery in about an hour," Sofia told the parents. "Let us know if you have any more questions."

"I don't think so," Mom replied.

"Okay. Buh bye, Clayton. We'll leave you alone for a little while."

Sofia smiled again as she and her boyfriend left the room together.

"What?" Oscar wondered.

"You'd be good in Peds.," she explained. "The crying doesn't faze you the way that it does some other doctors."

"We see patients in pain all of the time."

"Yeah, but some people aren't as good at dealing with children that young being in pain."

"I just wanted to make it as easy as possible for him."

It was then that he noticed Faith and Sebastian's pass-along cards in her pocket. She hadn't gotten a chance to go put them away yet.

"What are those?" he asked.

"They're called pass-along cards," she said. "They'll help get the word out that my sister wants to adopt."

While Faith and Sebastian had initially wanted to keep their plans private while they decided what they were going to do in order to start a family, they were now more open about it. They had chosen adoption, and they were confident in that choice. They knew that some couples still waited, but they didn't see any reason not to start talking about what they were doing. Of course, they would have to respect the privacy of any expectant parents they met with, but their adoption plans weren't as much of a secret now. If people knew, they only viewed that as a positive thing because those people could help them to spread the word.

"Oh."

Reynold was discharged not long after the team met about him. It was decided that he would return for regular appointments with all of his doctors until a few months after the second procedure that he was eventually going to have. If everything went well after that, he could continue seeing only Dr. Brady. That plan had worked well for many patients so far, and they were hoping that they wouldn't discover any unforeseen complications with Reynold.

"Can you please be happy for a few pictures?" Mona asked as she handed her baby boy over to Arizona.

As much as she couldn't wait to get out of the hospital, she also wanted to document that moment. It was a major milestone for her son, even if it was an unusual one. His doctors had played a huge part in his life so far. She had to have at least one picture of them with him.

"Let's try this," Faith said, giving him his pacifier back.

He had been using it just a few minutes ago while she distracted him so that his mommy and daddy could hear a few last minute instructions regarding his care and ask some additional questions before going home. He had seemingly lost interest in it, but she was hoping that it would soothe him for a second longer. He still wasn't exactly fond of having anything – whether it be a pacifier or a bottle's nipple – in his mouth, but he had made major improvements in that area. She placed it back into his mouth and he took it, which helped him to calm down a little.

"There," she smiled. "Maybe you just like me more than Dr. Robbins, huh?"

She received a few laughs.

"Or maybe not," Arizona replied as the baby then rejected his pacifier. "Dr. Torres thinks she's your favourite. I think you probably aren't going to find any of us too fun for a while."

"Nope," Austin agreed.

They took the picture anyway and then got the little guy into his daddy's arms where he was much happier. Everyone in the room was excited to see them heading home. They wished that Reynold wouldn't ever have to come back, but that wasn't realistic. They were just going to celebrate the good times as best as they could, and do everything they could to keep him home for as long as his heart permitted.

"I need to get away from babies and small children, "Faith said when they were gone. "Not that I don't love getting to be on his case. I do. It's been awesome. Hard, but he went home today, and I was part of that."

"Yeah," Nerissa smiled.

"I know that they're sick, and ill children should not give me baby fever, but when they're doing better, going home, and being adorable...it's going to be a long, long wait for me."

"We know," her mom said. "We've known that since you started everything."

"Do I talk about my baby fever too much?"

"Yes," Cristina said.

"You're nice," Nerissa laughed.

"Focus all of your energy on your surgical brilliance," Cristina continued. "Like it or not, once you're a mom, you won't be able to log as many hours in the O.R. I'm sure that's okay with you, and there isn't anything wrong with being a parent if you want to be, but make the most of it now before you have to juggle so many things."

"You're right," Faith agreed, even though Cristina's point of view may not have been the most sensitive. "But that would be so much easier if I at least knew when we'd bring our child home. If I knew how much time we had, I could be more patient."

"Then you'd just want to speed up time," Austin said.

"True."

Arizona saw that her wife was coming their way. Callie had just seen Gavin's x-rays, and he did need surgery. She was coming to let her wife and daughter know what was happening, figuring that Genevieve might be put at ease if she had a quick visit with them.

"Do you have anything for her to do?" Arizona asked. "Even sick babies are making her want one."

"I guess she can scrub in with me," Callie nodded. "Sure. But there's a catch."

"What?" Faith asked. "What hoops are you going to make me jump through? I'm not an intern anymore. I know I'm not an Attending either, but –"

"My patient is Gavin," she said, handing the x-rays over. "Genevieve brought him in."

Faith held them up to the light and saw the fracture that needed to be repaired.

"Ouch," she replied. "I know it's a relatively common break, and he'll be fine. But have they not been through enough? I think they deserve to stay away from this place for a long, long time after this."

"I know. Genevieve's not exactly handling it well. She knows that it's not nearly as scary as anything Adler ever went through, but it's still another member of her family on the table."

"I'll stop by," Arizona said, just as her pager went off letting her know that she was needed elsewhere. "When I get a chance," she finished.

"Good," she smiled, giving her a kiss before she left. "I think that'll help."

"Am I scrubbing in with you?" Faith asked.

"C'mon," Callie answered.

Clayton's surgery had gone well – and Sofia had yet to hear about Gavin because she had been in surgery and no one had let her know – so Sofia and Oscar decided to head to an on-call room until they were needed again. Admittedly, she found herself wishing that she could work with Oscar more than she actually asked for him just because it was much easier to sneak away without another superior noticing that they were gone. She couldn't keep him on her service just for the sex, but it was a perk.

Unfortunately for them, one of Oscar's friends had been in surgery for the last ten hours and he wanted to use the room for its actual intended purpose.

"Tonight?" Oscar asked, giving Sofia a lingering kiss as they started to get dressed again. "Your place?"

"Obviously," she nodded. "But why is it always my place?"

"Because I have roommates."

"So?"

"So, don't you want privacy?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "But we can do other stuff at your place. We could have dinner, watch my parents' really cool surgery tapes...I'm not the best girlfriend, but I want to do things that dating couples do. I'm pretty sure most girlfriends are invited over to their boyfriend's place. Obviously you have your own room. Don't your roommates bring people home?"

He smiled.

"Okay. But your place tonight. We've already been interrupted today."

"Oh, yeah," she agreed.

As she picked up her lab coat, Faith and Sebastian's pass-along cards fell out of her pocket. Oscar started picking them up and handing them back to her.

"Thanks," she said.

"So, what do you do with those?"

"Give them to people I know, leave them around where someone might see them..."

He slipped some into his own pocket and gave the rest back to her. He had only taken four or five, but it was a start.

"What are you doing?"

"Can you hurry it up?" Oscar's friend asked as he knocked again.

"Oh, give us a second!" he called back. "I'm taking some. You want into my world, so I want into yours. I know that I already know your family because they work here, but I don't exactly know them personally. But if I help find your sister a baby, everyone has to like me, right?"

"They already like you because I like you. Sure, sometimes they think you're weird, but you're an intern. It comes with the territory," she teased. "They like you because I like you. But if you want some of the cards, take them. Thanks."

"What if a patient mentions adoption?" he wondered.

"Uh, I'm not sure."

It was more than clear that they were not going to bring up adoption to anyone who wasn't already considering it. That was not the purpose of the pass-along cards. However, Oscar had a point. Sometimes women would inquire about adoption as an option, and the hospital staff would refer them to an adoption agency for more information. If someone did that, could they also give them Faith's card? She decided that it was probably still a conflict of interest.

"That's borderline, but still not so appropriate," she said. "But the agency my sister is adopting through is one of the ones we usually suggest. I guess if it's meant to be, it'll happen."

"True," he said as he opened the door.

"I'm not going to lose it because my husband broke his leg," Genevieve said as Arizona came to keep her company when she got the chance.

Sebastian was already with her. It wasn't that they thought she was going to lose it. They just assumed that it had to be difficult to be back there. Plus, as bad as it sounded, it did give them a chance to catch up. They really didn't mind waiting with her as long as they weren't needed somewhere else.

"I know that," she said. "But still. I thought I'd come say hi. I discharged a baby with H.L.H.S. today. He had a rough first couple months, but he's finally home."

"Good," she smiled.

Her son may have been dead, but she hadn't stopped keeping his doctors – including Arizona – on their toes. She wanted to know that more children would live at least as long as Adler had and hopefully much, much longer.

"Faith was on the case, actually," Arizona added.

"Your kids are so accomplished. They're both good doctors, Faith's married and adopting a baby, Sofia's –"

"Still dating the intern," Arizona confirmed. "But they seem happy."

"Good," she said. "Justice and Cohen haven't dated since...well, since before Adler died. I know that they're grieving, and that we all need space, but I just want to see them happy again."

"They will be," Sebastian promised.

"Some of Adler's old friends from high school got in touch with them. They were looking for Adler because they hadn't heard that he died, but I think it's been good for them to make friends with some of the friends that he had."

"Lady friends?" Arizona asked. "Maybe they are dating, and you just don't know."

"I doubt it. Only one of them is a woman. And I think she has a boyfriend."

Sofia, who had just found out what was happening when she had heard a nurse say Gavin's name, walked up and took a seat beside her brother-in-law.

"What is it with you people?" she laughed. "Being single isn't a crime."

"Trouble in paradise?" Sebastian asked.

"No, but Justice and Cohen don't need girlfriends."

"We know that," Arizona smiled.

"But I want daughters-in-law and grandkids at some point," Genevieve finished. "Eventually. Speaking of which, any news there?"

"Nope," Sebastian said. "We're approved and waiting."

"Give her some of the cards," Arizona encouraged.

"Now I'm out of cards and we've had them for one day," he replied as he handed some over to Genevieve.

"Get more made," Sofia said. "The point is to get rid of them."

"What do we do with these?" Genevieve asked.

"Give them to friends and family. It's just to spread the word. Sometimes expectant parents can be matched with adoptive couples by word of mouth. If they know someone who might know someone looking into placing a child," Sebastian explained.

"Will do," she promised.

"Thanks."

Faith and Callie were just getting out of surgery. Thankfully, they had good news for Genevieve. Gavin wasn't awake just yet, but he was out of a surgery that had been very successful. Once he waited out the recovery period, he would be able to do everything that he could before the injury.

"You can come see him now," Callie told her.

"Thank you."

"Just doing our jobs," Faith smiled. "But you're welcome."

Many other patients needed medical attention for the rest of the day, but Callie and Arizona found themselves standing outside of Gavin's room later that night just before they were about to head home. Callie had been in to check on him once more, and he was fine. Still, there they stood watching the family – since Justice and Cohen had both arrived just after their father came out of surgery – interact.

"That could have been us," Arizona said. "So easily."

She wasn't talking about Gavin's injury. Her wife was the most talented surgeon that she knew. It would take a while, but he would heal. She was referring to the fact that Genevieve, Justice, and Cohen were all in the room making small talk in the hopes that they could keep his mind off of the pain that he was in. They looked like a complete family, but they still weren't.

"I know," she nodded, pulling her wife a little closer.

"But instead, we're looking forward to a grandchild. How is that?"

"Because we got incredibly lucky," she answered.

"I'm really sick of seeing them in this hospital. I know we've seen them outside of work, too. But it feels like we've seen them here way too much. And we need to call them more. Go out with them more. I know they started out as my patient's parents, but they're friends now. We've seen them a handful of times since Adler died. I know that they understand and that they'd probably rather us be here making sure that other people's families get to stay whole. I know we've talked to them about it, but we still need to make time for them."

"We say that, then we have dinner with them once and life gets in the way again," Callie said. "It's not that we don't care. It's that they aren't surgeons and we are. I've been lucky to be able to have dinner with you lately. They know that."

"Once is better than nothing. Me, you, Genevieve, Gavin, Wren, and Darren...we understand each other on a level that most people don't."

"I'm not dying, you know," she heard Faith's voice say as she joined them.

Seeing Adler's family – or any family with a member who had a condition similar to Faith's always seemed to bring up the thoughts that she knew they were thinking. She couldn't blame them. She had similar thoughts sometimes, too. Why did some of her friends die while she got to live? She didn't know the answer, but she did know that they wouldn't want her feeling bad about it. She tried not to.

"We know," Arizona said.

Good."

"You'll understand it when you're a mom."

"No. I don't want to have to understand what it's like to have a child that sick. I don't want to be a part of that club. Obviously, we'll adopt the child we're meant to have. But I still don't want to understand how you feel. Ever."

"Right," Callie agreed.

"It's bizarre. I don't know who they are or who their biological parents will be, but I'm preparing for a child. I'm getting pass-along cards made. All of this because I'm about to fall in love with someone else's baby. That's a weird enough feeling for me to process. Don't make me worry about all of that stuff, too."

"Sorry," Arizona said. "But that makes sense. It's like being pregnant. But you're just not."

"It's not like being pregnant, though. It's like adopting. When you're pregnant, you have a due date. Even if your baby comes early or late, you know it's coming and it's yours. I have no idea when mine will come. And it isn't going to be automatically mine."

"It'll be worth it, though."

"Oh, I know. People don't adopt because the process is a blast. They adopt because it's worth it."

"That sounds like parenthood in general," Callie smiled.

"What? I wasn't delightful and easy?" Faith teased.

"I'm pretty sure you caused every one of these wrinkles," Arizona told her. "Or at least H.L.H.S. did."

"It wasn't me. I'm awesome," she laughed.