Callie and Arizona after 9x15.
"I can't believe what we did today," Arizona offered as she walked towards the couch from Sofia's room. Callie was sitting there in her pajamas, reading an article on hospital management in the lamp's soft light.
Arizona sat beside her. "Buying the hospital is crazy. It's insane."
Callie shrugged, turning to look at her wife. "Maybe. But, you didn't see it over at Pegasus. They were treating patients so...formulaically. And it didn't make them more productive. It made them bad doctors. I don't want us to have to be like that."
"I guess so." Arizona sighed. "But, still... we don't know anything about buying or running a hospital."
Callie held up the paperwork she was clutching. "We can figure it out. I hope."
"Yay," Arizona commented flatly.
"Yay," Callie sighed in agreement. This hadn't been in their plan, and it certainly wasn't something they were happy about.
Arizona yawned unwillingly. "Are you ready for bed?"
Callie covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her own yawn. "Not yet. I want to get through this reading first."
Arizona hummed sympathetically. "I'll sit here with you, then."
"No, you're exhausted!" Callie countered. "Come here." She patted her lap, signaling for Arizona to lie her head on it.
Arizona, who was too tired to argue, changed positions so that she could stretch out along the length of the couch and gently lie her head on her wife's thighs. Once she did, she hummed in approval. She was exhausted, and Callie was warm.
Callie grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and gently placed it over Arizona's body. Then, she settled back into reading the boring academic article, entertaining herself by mindlessly running her fingers through Arizona's feathery blonde hair.
This simple tender moment salvaged Callie and Arizona's difficult day, as each woman savored the feeling of the other and took a deep, relaxing breath at last.
