Just to clarify for a some, the bigginning of Chapter 25 was a dream! Arizona was dreaming of having had sex with Callie, all the while the dog was actually licking her face. They have NOT kissed, much less had sex.

Chapter 26

"Answer your damn phone," Callie grumbled from her comfy bed the next morning. She had been sleeping so well; better than she has in a long time and she didn't want to be disturbed right now, especially by an annoying gadget.

"Wha..."

Callie heard the blonde moan from across the room along with a few words she couldn't quite understand.

The doctor wasn't hung over any longer, but she still didn't feel her best.

Seeing a hairbrush on the table next to her bed, the brunette blindly reached to grab it, but didn't succeed without fumbling and dropping it by her bed, first.

Huffing, she propped herself up on her elbow and slung the hairbrush across the room in hopes of waking the woman who seemed dead to the world.

Watching the wooden brush fly through the air, "Oh no," she quickly said when she saw that it was going to hit the blonde. "Watch out," she yelled, covering her mouth. It was as if the object was flying in slow motion.

"What the.."

Just about the time Callie yelled, Arizona slightly raised her head. "Oww..." She yelped when the foreign object bounced off her forehead. "What the hell, Callie?"

"I'm sorry." She stood up and walked over to the blondes bed. The phone, finally ceasing it's blaring sound. "You okay?" She bit the corner of her mouth, trying to keep a chuckled at bay

"My forehead. Seriously?" She groaned rubbing the sore skin. "As if it doesn't hurt enough."

"I'm sorry." she quickly covered her mouth when a laugh accidentally slipped from between her lips.

"It's not funny." Arizona picked the wooden brush up and slung it at the Latina sitting at the foot of her bed.

"It kinda is," she said, batting away the object.

"Why are you waking me, I was sleeping so," she was interrupted by her phone going off. Again. "Well," she felt around the covers when she heard the song playing.

"So was I, until that damn thing wouldn't shut up. I swear, you should put it on silent at night time."

"I can't. What if there's an emergency at work," she said, fumbling for her phone before answering it. Arizona was raised an old fashion way. Work always came before all else. She was taught to work hard for what she wanted, bills and necessities came before all else, and that's how she lived her life. Not that she had to worry about that though.

"You are not on call." Callie rolled her eyes, standing from the bed and making her way to the bathroom while the blonde took her call.

"Hello?" Arizona answered. "This is she." She paused as she listened to the voice on the other line. "Next Friday? I can't." She paused. "Because I have a job, I can't just drop everything and cater to you. I pay for it to be the other way around!" She indicated. "When's the next available date?" She asked. "TWO WEEKS AT THE EARLIEST? Possibly three? HELL NO. I paid a shit load of money for it to be here two days ago. I called to confirm Friday, the day it was suppose to arrive might I add, and you told me you'd have it to me by Monday, no later. I let it slide. I will not let this slide. I want my order and I better have it before noon tomorrow!" She exclaimed. This company was pissing her off. "You know what? I am a well known, respected doctor. I see a lot of restaurant owners in and around the surrounding area, and I have talked to these entrepreneurs and I know all of them use you as a supplier." Truthfully, all she had talked to was her Nanny and Jim Lao, the owner her favorite Chinese restaurant, but he didn't know that. "That is why I used you. How would you feel if I had a little talk with them to tell them what kind of business you really run?" She growled as she listened to the mans reply. "Great. I'll see you in forty-five minutes," she said, hitting the red button in her phone and throwing it back on her bed. "Ughhh." She puffed, throwing herself back down on the bed. She really didn't want to deal with this today, but it looked like she had to.

"Who was that?" Callie asked when she reemerged from the bathroom to see the blonde fling herself back on her pillow.

"Just a deli..." She stopped herself. How was she going to get out of here and go down to the bakery without her knowing what was going on. "Umm..." She stopped, easing back up in the bed as she tried to think of what to say. Oh hell, who was she kidding, maybe she should just go ahead and surprise Callie today? "You wanna walk down to the bakery with me for a minute?" She asked, leaning back on her arms as she propped herself up in the bed.

Unwittingly, Callie's eyes raked over the blonde's upper body. Slowly, she studied the contour of her face and jaw structure. Arizona was a very beautiful woman. Possibly the most beautiful person the brunette had ever met, and what made the blonde even more attractive was her attitude.

Yes, Arizona was radiant, but the woman didn't flaunt her looks, and that made her more appealing to most everyone she came in contact with.

The Latina gradually lowered her gaze down the woman's neck, taking in every inch of her skin before landing on the doctors chest. She couldn't help but notice the woman's hardened peaks poking through her pink sleep shirt.

"Callie?" Arizona said, when she saw the brunette's mouth slightly ajar. She could tell the woman's mind was elsewhere but she had no clue as to where.

Yep, Callie mentally nodded to herself. She was pretty sure she was having some feelings for her friend. For some reason she couldn't avert her eyes. Actually, she felt like she was watching an episode of Charlie Brown where the adult was talking incoherently. Arizona was talking to her, but she had no clue as to what was being said at the moment or that was until a pillow hit her in the face, taking her out of her daze.

"Hey." Everything would be ready to show Callie after the cooling racks and proofing cabinets were delivered shortly. She had paid extra money to get everything in quicker because she wanted to break Callie out of her little slump, but the last few days she saw the spark returning back into the brunette's chocolate eyes, however she was still yet to discuss the new store.

"Huh, what?" She dryly swallowed when the pillow dropped to her feet, breaking her from her day dream.

Was it a day dream?

"Wanna run down to the bakery for a bit?" She asked again.

"I dunno." she shook her head, turning and walking to the kitchen to get her a glass of water while she tried to shake the thoughts from her mind.

"Please?" She implored, scooting out of bed. "I want to show you something." She walked into the bathroom giving the brunette a minute to think about is while she quickly did her morning routine before dressing and running down the street.

After changing, brushing her teeth and making sure she looked halfway decent, she exited the bathroom to see Callie finishing off her second glass of water near the kitchen sink. "You coming with?" The blonde probed, hoping the woman would join her. She wanted to make the reveal to the bakery more special, more exciting, but she couldn't wait any longer. With the last delivery being delivered today, on a Sunday, no less; she couldn't resist. All that was left was to surprise her friend. She was like a kid waiting to tear into a pile of Christmas presents. The anticipation was killing her.

This would definitely bring Callie out of the stupor she seemed to be in at the moment.

"No." She shook her head and sat the glass gently down in the empty sink. "I really don't feel like going anywhere," Callie replied, turning and walking over to her bed and laid down before pulling the covers up and burying herself under the warmth of the blankets. "I just want to sleep today," she mumbled, turning her back away from the room and the blonde. She really needed to think about what was going on in her head.

She knew after yesterday Arizona was not going to budge and telling her about her feelings, and she wasn't sure if she should be the one to address it or not. Not right now anyway.

She was also tired and to be honest her stomach felt a little queazy most of the night, and really didn't rest good until after four a.m. That's why she didn't want to hear the disturbing cell phone going off at nine this morning. Hell, maybe Arizona's hangover wasn't as bad as it seemed, maybe she had caught some kind of virus from one of the kids in the ER this week. She didn't know, but what she did know was that her bed seemed more appealing than going outside into the cool crisp air.

All she wanted to do was lay around the house and not worry or do anything except deciding on whether she wanted to pig out on some Chinese or pizza later in the day.

Arizona slumped her shoulders and sighed when she watched her roommate walk over to her bed and climb inside. Today apparently wasn't a good day for her.

She hated seeing Callie like this. She had been doing so good the last few days. Friday evening she seemed cheery, and even Saturday the brunette was in a good mood even though she was having one of the worst hangovers in her adult like, and yet, Callie seemed happy. If Arizona didn't know any better she would have thought she had come on to her at one point, but she knew better.

"Come on, Callie." She insisted. "Let's get out and enjoy some fresh air. It's stuffy in here."

"Arizona, I really don't want too."

"But I did some..."

"Arizona, I'm tired and I feel a cranky mood coming on," she rolled over to look at the blonde.

"Well, all the more reason to come," she walked up to the woman's bed and sat down on the edge and smiled her dimpled smile. "I won't let you be moody," she debated within herself whether or not she should spoil it and tell her what she had been doing or just take her and let her be completely surprised. "I.. uhh.." She bit the corner of her lip, unbeknownst to her it was something Callie had secretly come to love. "I don't want to go alone," she implored. "Please?" She frowned, as if she would be upset if the Latina wouldn't come. "We can just have a nice stroll down the street. Maybe we can even go to the park and sit by the pond and watch the ducks," she continued. "We could grab some cocoa on the way?" She wiggled her brows at her to entice the brunette.

Callie turned her gaze to the light streaming through the bay window near her head. "Starbucks." She breathed.

"What?"

"Starbucks," she indicated again. "If I'm going out today, I'm getting Starbucks." she finally gazed up to azure colored eyes. Callie loved her friend's eyes. Every time she looked in the blonde's orbs she thought she could see ocean waves crashing on a shore. There has always been something about her eyes, the brunette could honestly get lost in them for days.

"Starbucks it is," Arizona gave her one of her best grins, getting a smile in return from the woman before she sat up in bed. "Come on, get up."

"Oh, and you're buying." she pushed her off the bed so she was able to get up and get dressed.

Not long after agreeing on going with Arizona, Callie found herself walking quietly down the street with the woman.

Arizona could tell she was deep in thought about something. "What's on that mind?" She asked as they slowed their pace at the same time.

"Nothing," she shrugged as she continued her trek.

"Yeah, okay," she rolled her eyes. "Like I'm going to accept that answer. Tell me." She prodded.

"Do you.." She had been sifting through a lot of thoughts lately and with everything added Friday night, she couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was her crutch. "Arizona, do you think I'm too dependent on you?" She shyly looked over at her before focusing her attention down at the pavement under her feet. She was mentally trying to figure things out and that was a question that kept popping back into her mind. "I just feel," she sighed. "I don't know what I feel." She finally said, slumping her shoulders.

Hearing the vulnerability in Callie's voice, Arizona grabbed the woman by the arm and brought her to a halt. "You're asking if I think you count on me for too much?"

"I guess so."

"Callie if you were dependent on me you wouldn't have went to Mitch's that night," She told her. "You would have waited for me to figure out what to do, and even then, that's not a bad thing. Sometimes we need guidance." She insisted, lifting up the brunette's chin up. "You showed strength even in that moment of crisis. You went because you wanted to depend on yourself for something," She nodded after reiterating. "And you did. You stood up to him because you wanted to. Because you..." she said, poking her in the chest with her index finger. "Took your life back. Why did you do that?" She asked, as the brunette looked on. "You wanted more for yourself. All you needed was someone to tell you, you could do it."

Callie could see the honesty in the blonde's eyes when she spoke, but she couldn't help but think it sometimes.

"You did this," Arizona stated when Callie looked off down the street. "You finally said enough was enough. Not me. You left that horrible man, not me. You're the reason you are standing right here. Right now. With a job of your own. Friends of your own. You are the reason you are getting ready to start your dream job. I just... guided you along the way," she insisted again with a soft smile. "It's you, Callie." She tried to make her see. "Why are you crying?" She asked when she saw the brunette's lip tremble.

"You!" She exclaimed. "You keep saying all these things that no one has ever told me before. It's just hard to hear sometimes."

"I know, but they're true."

All the Latina could do was shake her head and close her eyes when she felt a tear escape and roll down her cheek. "You keep saying all these nice things that no one has ever said to me before. It's just hard to hear sometimes because for so long I've been yelled at, talked down to. It's been pounded and pounded into my head that I am not any of these things you say I am. I believed it when I was told I worthless. A nobody."

"But you aren't. You are somebody," she asserted. "You are business woman, Callie Torres. Baker extraordinaire." She said as she received a sad smile from the Latina. "You just have to learn to stop being so hard on yourself." Arizona said softly, caressing the woman's arm.

"You," she sniffed as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "This is exactly why I quit therapy. Dr Wyatt helped, don't get me wrong, she did. I felt a little better after leaving her office, but you," she gestured to the blonde. "You're the one that makes me see things for what they are. You made me realize I can get past this."

"With the right support system, you can get through anything life throws at you."

"Yeah," Callie nodded after a few moments, sniffing back her tears, she dried her face. "You're right. And I'm really lucky. I have someone no one else has."

"Oh yeah?" Arizona turned and started walking down the street again with the woman.

"Yeah, I have you." she said, wrapping her arm around her friends shoulder. "You're the best friend anyone could have."

A light pink blush ran over the doctors face at her statement. "You're not so bad yourself," she hip checked her.

"Thanks," Callie chuckled. "So, you haven't said, why are we running down to the shop?"

"Oh, well.." She said, feeling embarrassed. "I uh, I know you saw the paint I threw all over the wall last week." She said regretfully.

"Yeah, I did," she breathed. "Why did you do that?" She prodded.

"I was just so upset," she admitted. "I'm sorry. We worked really hard on that and I fucked it up in a moment of weakness." she said sadly.

"It's okay," she insisted. "We all have our days."

"We do," the blonde agreed. "I'm hoping to make up for it today."

"Oh yeah?" The Latina inquired as the building became visible a little way down the street.

"Mmhmm..." She hummed as she silently wondered how she was going to do this. "I uhh... I wanted to do more than say I'm sorry. I want to show you I'm sorry," she said, pulling the bakery keys from her back pocket.

"To show me?"

"Yeah," she said as they were about to walk past the storefront window. "Please, don't look," she gently pushed the woman's face away from the view of the bakery.

Callie was looking out on the street as Arizona took her by the arm and guided her to the bakery door. She could hear the set of keys jingling as the blonde unlocked the building and opened the door.

"Okay, so," she took a deep breath. She knew everything was basically in place and ready for the reveal except the racks and such that would be delivered any minute now. She only hoped Callie liked it. "Please, don't be mad," she said, pulling the brunette through the entranceway.

"Why would I be..." Callie trailed off, gasping when she finally saw the front room. "Mad?" She looked around at what all the blonde had did to the place. "What did you do?" she breathed, covering her mouth in shock as tears slipped down her cheeks.

Looking around at the opened space, she saw tables placed randomly around the store. Adorning the tops were mint runners placed in the center of the tables along with empty crystal glass cake pedestal plate domes and other decorative glass show pieces. Additionally there was tall vase flutes strategically placed on the tables that were filled with bright colorful candy pieces to give the fun, cheerful vibe of the store.

"Well," Arizona watched as the brunette went around admired the finished job. "You've been kinda sad lately," she said as Callie walked up to one of the tables and ran her fingertips over one of the glass cake domes and then across the mint table runner.

"You incorporated the soft color I wanted." She stated in complete awe as she then looked over the display coolers.

"I did," she said, shyly. "Like I said, you've been sad, and it's been killing me, so I wanted to give you something to look forward to, to get you excited again without the hassle and stress of getting this place ready. So I took it upon myself to do that for you. Now if you don't like anything," she said as the woman continued to walk around in shock. "We can send it back and get what you do want."

Callie was listening intently to the blonde as she explored around the front in bewilderment. She couldn't believe Arizona had done this. This must have taken days to plan, how the hell could she do all of this in a week? When the brunette was in here only a little over a week ago, the place was completely bare, and now, all it needed was fresh baked goods. "Why? How?" Was all she could get out. She couldn't believe someone would do this for her.

"Well," she said nervously. "First off, I don't want you to spend your trust fund on this place. It's not worth it. Not after what happened to you," she shook her head and looked sadly in the woman's eyes. "I don't want that. We didn't work this hard, to have that always hang over top of us. I don't want you to think of this place in a negative way and I think you would if you use it on the store. Because I would. All I would be able to remember every time I walked in here was you when I saw you that night, and I know there's no way you wouldn't think back to it either." The blonde breathed. "I want this to be a happy place, a fun place. I want you to be excited to come to work without anything bad looming over your head." She finished. "I just want you to be happy."

Callie watched as the blonde rambled on. God she felt so lucky to have someone in her life that actually cared about how she felt. "I am, Arizona." She admitted. "I know, sometimes lately it might now seem so, but I am. I don't think I've ever felt this happy in my life," she said, pulling the woman in for a much needed hug. "I'm speechless," she whispered as she tightened her arms around the blonde's neck.

"You don't have to say anything," she replied as she circled her arms around the brunette's waist. "I know how you feel," she said softly.

"You don't, Arizona. You don't know how I feel at all." She said, as she shut her eyes, just taking in the moment. "I could never repay you for what you've done. If I gave you everything in this world, it would never be enough."

"It's already enough."

"It's not," she chuckled. She knew Arizona didn't like flaunting her good deeds. "But for now we'll act like it is," she said, stepping out of the embrace. She wanted to gush over the place some more. "How did you afford it!? What did you do?"

"Well, Nanny helped me out," she tried to shrug off the question. She knew if Callie found out she'd probably be upset with her, but she wanted to do it. "Oh, look."

"Tell me," she prodded, noticing the blonde's subtle subject change.

"No," she shook her head. "You'll get mad and want to argue about it."

"You better not have," she realized what the blonde may have done. "We talked about this before we even bought the building. I told you absolutely not."

"I didn't say I did," she shot back. "See, you're snapping and you don't even know how I did this." She said as Callie gave her best glare. The brunette knew how to get the woman to confess. "Damn it," she whined. "I hate you."

"No you don't," she walked closer. "Just tell me. Yes or no?"

"Uh-huh," hummed lowly, as she rocked back on her heels before turning to walk to the counter.

"Arizona Robbins," she shook her head at the woman, however she couldn't help but crack a smile. "We had already discussed this. We decided no."

"You said no, I said yes. And I get the final say since it's my money anyhow."

When they were first getting their affairs together to try to get the building Arizona suggested she use the money her Nanny had, but Callie was totally against that.

Betty had a substantial amount of money thanks to her first husband, and in her will she had drawn up, she distributed most of it to her fortune to her grandkids, including Timothy and Arizona. The brother and sister pair weren't receiving as much as her actual kin, but it was a nice amount. When Tim was killed, Betty decided to add his share onto Arizona's since she was the only family she had around for miles, and helped her out when need be.

When they were discussing things with the elder woman, Betty had suggested that she could give Arizona her share now, but Callie insisted against it. She didn't want any part in taking any of the blonde's inheritance.

"You will get it back," she walked over to the counter and stood on the opposite side of her.

"Deal." She smiled up at the brunette.

"How did you do this while working too? I mean, this must have taken hours and hours to do."

"Oh god, you have no idea," she groaned. "I took last week off and had been coming here," she blushed. "You thought the whole time I was at the hospital."

"If you would have just told me, I would have helped."

"Well, you told me you didn't want to do anything. And I thought maybe you just needed some time, you know?" She said, pausing for a few moments. "I didn't want to smother you, or rush you into doing anything. I thought you just needed some space, to think."

"Thank you," Callie said, grabbing the blonde's hand that was laying on the glass counter. Somehow Arizona alway knew what she needed even when she didn't know.

"You're welcome," she squeezed the Latina's band before releasing the hold. It felt too good to hold her hand and if she didn't let go now, she didn't know that she could later. "So," she cleared her throat and changed the subject. "You think there's enough seating? We can get more tables and chairs if you think?"

"I think it's perfect," She turned took at the right side of the store front at the small white tables and chairs by the window. She hadn't been able to wipe the huge grin off her face since she walked in the building. "And can we talk about this area," she motioned towards the back of the room where there was a new back wall built, with two decor metal walls with flower designs cut out. Inside the little cubby room was a long pink booth, with two small white tables and some chairs. It was a perfect little nook, for people if they wanted a little privacy.

"Oh, this is something a little extra," she said, walking from behind the counter and following Callie to the little sitting area. "I wanted to do something a little special for you. It's an "I'm sorry I was an ass" surprise."

"When were you an ass?"

"during our argument," she whispered as she sat down in the booth, and motioned for the brunette to sit beside her. "I, uhh," she sighed. "I feel like everything's my fault," she admitted.

"Your fault?" Callie retorted, taking a seat beside the blonde.

"I can't help but feel, if I wasn't being a whiny brat, this wouldn't have happened to you. That instead of running off to Portland, we would have talked about it and come up with another plan," she said, finally voicing her feelings for the first time. She hadn't told anyone she felt like that. Hell, she tried to not even think about it, but there were a few times during the week when she was working on the shop that the thought entered her mind. "I feel like you had to suffer because of me," she whispered. "If I wasn't being a bitch..."

"Stop!" Callie exclaimed. "Do not do that," she turned toward her friend. "You have been telling me, it wasn't even my fault, it was his. He is the one who attacked me."

"I know. I just feel..."

"Please, Arizona. I can't have you feeling like my attack was your fault. I can't. It doesn't matter if we had a fight or not, you got called into work, the call came in after that. We wouldn't have been able to discuss it either way," she insisted. "And.. and, and even if we didn't have that fight, I would have eventually remembered it and may have tried to get it anyway. So please. Please don't think that."

"Okay," she conceded.

"Thank you," Callie said. "For all of this," she waved her hand. "This is just what I needed," she stated, leaned her head over on the blonde's shoulder. "You're the best."

"You're welcome," she wrapped her arm around the brunette's back. "Now come on," she said after they sat in silence for a few minutes. "I want to show you those damn expensive as hell ovens you liked so much," she said, standing up quickly. Being close to Callie for too long was a bad thing for her at the moment because her feelings had returned since the attack and she was having a rough time controlling herself again.

"The ones I liked?" She questioned, getting up and following the blonde to the kitchen area in the back. "Arizona," she gasped. "What the hell did you do?" She asked, seeing the oven she had been eyeing in the equipment catalog she had. "That oven was almost fifteen thousand dollars," she walked over to it.

"Tell me about it. What the hell. You and that expensive taste is going to have to give a little," she winked at her as Callie went around in amazement, exploring all the equipment Arizona had purchased for the prepping area.

The blonde went and purchased all of the items on the brunette's wish list had marked in the catalog.

"Hey," Callie said, excitedly after she spent over ten minutes pointing and awing over her kitchen.

"Yeah?" She broke he blonde out of her happy daze. She was glad to see the brunette smiling a lot again.

"You promised mint colored boxed, not pink." she winked at her.

"Yeah, yeah. They only made white or pink, and you know me. Pink it is," she laughed. "Oh my god," she gasped. "I've not shown you my favorite thing. Come look at the register I bought," she quickly turned and headed back out to the storefront.

"I'm right behind you," Callie laughed. Arizona was just as excited as she was right now.

Yes, she was right earlier. She had never been more happy or content in her life at the moment.

Tomorrow is the last update of the week. Which one breaks and finally goes for it?