Being Arizona chapter twenty five

A/N: Hi guys! So we're currently approaching the final rundown to exams over here, so I'm sorry if updates are less frequent (and I know I say this a lot but I am sorry)

"Mamamama…"

It was a few months after our wedding, and everything was great. Both Mine and Callie's careers were going great, and Sofia was absolutely thriving. Every single small development she made, even the small ones like eating tiny bits of our food we gave her, made me so proud. It made me smile so much to know that there appeared to be nothing holding our baby girl back, despite her premature birth.

I did a double take, immediately setting down the spoon I was using to feed Sofia. Callie, Mark and I were gathered around the table and, as always, Sofia had taken the stage with her adorable babbling and dimpled smile. Just seconds before Callie had passed the spoon to me so that I could feed Sof, and she had turned to me impatiently, holding out her arms and mumbling 'mamama'.

She called me mama. And I knew that is was mindless baby babbling that could be mistaken for everything, but she definitely said 'mama'. And she said it to me. I turned round to Callie and Mark, a look of disbelief on my face.

"Did she just…" Callie trailed off as Mark nodded his head surely.

"Mamamama…" Sofia interjected, clearly getting impatient; I turned to her with a bright smile.

"Chill, Sofia, Mama's got it!" I exclaimed proudly, proceeding to feed her the last of what was in the jar, some weird smelling stuff made of pumpkin. The whole entire time Callie kept shooting me bright smiles and I couldn't keep the grin off of my face. She called me Mama!

The night passed quickly as Mark came and went, and before we knew it, it was Sofia's bed time. We went through the formed routine of a bath, pj's and a bedtime song. Unlike normal babies who would fall asleep for nursery rhymes, Sofia was an avid fan of Queen, so normally I would watch in amazement as Callie sang her to sleep with a different song every night. Then, we would give her multiple kisses goodnight, and so would Mark, if he was there.

"Calliope!" I exclaimed in excitement as I closed the nursery door with a gentle snap. I practically jumped into her arms and hugged her tightly. "She called me Mama!"

"I know! You are her mama, after all."

For the rest of the week, every time I heard Sofia say 'mama' my heart swelled with pride. Because I was her mother. I'd hear rumours and gossip and hate around the hospital when she was born- people didn't think I could love her as my own. People didn't think that I wanted her just because Mark was her father. People even went as low as to say that I didn't love her at all, and it was all just an act to make me look like a better person.

But not a single word of that was true. I loved that little girl with every ounce of my being. Losing Sofia would affect me more than if I lost my own life. I would make the world turn all directions, bend and break myself before she would ever be hurt. She was my daughter. Ad for Mark, I had accepted that he was the father and I'd forgiven him. We even got along well, because to go against all prior comments, he was actually a great guy and he was an amazing father to Sofia.

So yeah, over the past few months my life had been great.

There was only one speck of sadness over the past few months- Meredith and Derek had Zola taken away from them. It was going to be a smooth adoption- two happily married surgeons with pretty great wages and a stable home- what wasn't there to love? But them Meredith had tampered with Derek's Alzheimer's trial and the whole thing started spiralling. The trial was shut down and now their marriage was in danger, along with the adoption.

I could totally understand why Meredith did it though. She only swapped the drugs so that there would be a better chance for someone she loved. I would do the same thing.

Teddy and Hendry, after months of obvious flirting and a near move to Germany, had finally admitted their love for each other. When Teddy had told me I literally jumped up and down with happiness. They were great together- I completely shipped it.

"Hello, Miss Sofiaritta!" I cooed as I picked her up from the floor of the day care centre one night as I was leaving work. Callie had a long surgery and my day had been pretty calm. 'Sofiaritta' had been a name quickly adopted for Sofia by just about everybody. "Mi dulce princesa."

Since Callie was Latina and fluent in Spanish, we'd all made the mutual decision that we'd raise Sofia to be bilingual. Neither Mark nor I actually spoke Spanish, but little words and phrases were easy to catch on to. It was easy for now, as Sofia couldn't understand it or speak it too well, but I knew that when she grew up and could speak it fluently, that she and Callie would probably gang up against me many times. Not that I minded, but I was making it my goal to learn more, and I even had an app that let me learn, like, fifteen new rods every day if I wanted.

"Dr Robbins! It's good to see you." The day care supervisor for today, Ashley, greeted me as she walked over with the forms necessary to sign Sofia out. There had been a slight issue in the beginning when it hadn't crossed our minds to put me on the list of people who could pick her up. Callie and Mark were automatically put on, since they were her biological parents, and we'd filed an immediate complaint about this issue. It was easy to fix, but that didn't mean it wasn't upsetting. It was at that moment that I realised that no matter how much I loved Sofia, things like this may always be an issue in the future.

"I'm just here to pick up this lovebug." I smiled, bouncing Sofia in my arms as she giggled adorably. I quickly signed the forms and was just about to exit through the main exit when Teddy confronted me. She held out her arms and I gladly handed Sofia over to her, giving a puzzled look.

"I just needed some cute baby dimple time. Henry and I had an argument." She said simply, and I nodded my head in understanding. It was rue what they said- babies, particularly Sofia, wre the perfect cure for the blues.

"Oooh what about?" I asked, walking over to the waiting area chairs and sitting down. I had been on my feet all day and I could sense that Teddy needed a serious talk through.

"He wants to back to school. Medical school. And I mean, I get it. He's finally in a place where he feels like his illness isn't taking over his life, but it's just a long process. I mean, four years of medical school, plus the year to take MCAT's, then if you even get in which is extremely hard, that's another seven years of residency before you're a fully qualified doctor. I mean, that's like twelve years."

"Yeah, I can totally see where you're coming from. It's quite daunting." I agreed. I had went straight to university after I graduated high school at the age of 18, and at the age of 30 I became a qualified doctor, and now at 33 I was one of the best surgeons in the country (not to brag or anything).

"So please tell me I'm not a horrible person for being kind of against it because I don't want to married to a student for the next twelve years." She said, bouncing Sofia on her knee.

"No, you're not. I mean, he's not being completely ridiculous either, I think it's doable. But he can't expect you not to freak out or have reservations about it." I told her.

"Okay. Phew. I was scared that I was suddenly some inconsiderate bitch." She said, covering Sofia's ears.

"Don't worry, you're anything but. And take it from a famous inconsiderate bitch, it's easy to ignore." I said. Teddy and I took liberty in laughing about all of the nasty rumours that were spread about me, and it made it easier. Now it was easy to laugh when I heard what people were calling me, because I realised that they knew nothing. Only a few people in the hospital knew the exact details of the airport incident and they didn't know my thoughts. Callie had forgiven me and so had the people closest to me, and that's all that mattered, even if I hadn't forgiven myself yet.

"Okay. Well Okay." She kept repeating. "I'm going to talk to him. You can have your kid back now." She laughed, handing me a half-sleeping Sofia back. I waved her off as she exited the hospital.

Sofia barely stirred as I swiped my ID card to check out, and she didn't squirm once as I settled her into the car. On the drive back home I watched her intently through the windshield mirror, and all I could think was how beautiful she was, how glad I was that I was her mother, and how grateful I was that she was my daughter.

A/N: Hey guys so I know this is a bit of a filler chapter, but I promise the next few chapters will be late season eight and we'll have the finale soon. For now, I hope you enjoyed the fluff!

Happy Existing!