A/N: Just a short chapter to establish some normalcy in the past events. This chapter also establishes how Callie's pregnancy is progressing. Overall, this bit is light and humorous. After the last chapter being so angsty and sad, I thought we could all use a breather. lol! Enjoy!

Chapter 35:

-3 months ago-

Arizona Robbins craved sleep and not a fitful sleep. No, she craved a full night's rest with no interruptions. She craved six to eight solid hours where all she did was watch her eyelids. She craved being able to drift away to her gentle and calming lands of slumber without being jarred awake as soon as she arrived.

Tonight was no different. After a sixteen hour shift, including four unscheduled surgeries, as well as having to avoid the unwanted, yet increasingly unsettling, advances of Lucy Fields, all Arizona desired to do was sleep and relax and let the world worry about itself for a few hours.

As she rolled over to her side, facing the bathroom door, and stretched she felt some of the day's tension fade away. With its release, sleep, deep sleep, was one step closer to her.

"Arizona?"

The blonde stifled a groan and tried to feign a deep sleep. It was late. She had to be back at the hospital in nine hours to work another long shift. Of the nine hours left of her freedom, eight and half she hoped to dedicate to lying in bed under the warm weight of her comforter.

"Arizona?"

No! She just had to ignore Callie. When her partner realized she was fast 'asleep' she'd give up and go to sleep herself. Yes, she told herself, just ignore everything. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

"Arizona, I know you're not asleep." Callie said.

"How do you know I'm not asleep?" Arizona mumbled against her pillow.

"Because you just asked me a question." Callie replied and a confident smile could be heard in her words.

Rolling over and sighing heavily, Arizona eyed Callie with a less than amused look.

"That's not fair. You cheated." she said, her voice still heavy.

Callie smiled and looked down at her. Blonde, tousled hair was covering most of Arizona's face and Callie thought she looked amazingly sexy in her appearance.

"Why are you up? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" Arizona asked.

"She's fine. We're fine."

Just a short time ago, Callie and Arizona had discovered the sex of their baby.

A girl.

Both women had been joyous over the news. They'd both, secretly, hoped for a girl. After Callie's appointment and the end of their shifts, they'd spent the better part of their day baby shopping and talking about how they each wished to go about setting up the nursery. Callie insisted on neutral or dark colors while Arizona, naturally, wanted to deck their child's room out in full purples and pinks.

Planning regarding the end result of the nursery had been put on hold.

Baby clothes were, equally, hard to agree on. Callie swung more towards snarky, attitude sporting onsies that stated how 'badass' the baby was or how the baby got their good looks from 'my other mommy.'

Arizona, though loving how cute an expecting Callie was, thought more traditional baby clothes were called for. Skull and bones, black and gray onsies were not her idea of cute. Bright, happy and welcoming colors were what she thought were best for their child.

Until a compromise could be reached, both women had agreed to only get what items were necessary and that would not clash with their respective and individual wishes.

Arizona shuddered when she thought about the drastic differences the two of them would demonstrate when it came to deciding on a name.

"Why did you wake me up? I have to be at the hospital in a few hours."

Callie smiled sheepishly and bit her lip. At the wide eyed look she received, she knew Arizona was aware of her thoughts.

"No." the blonde stated before turning back over and trying to get comfortable. "Not again. Just got to sleep."

Unable to move as fluidly as her lover due to her growing baby bump, Callie sighed and placed a hand on Arizona's side.

"Arizona..."she whined. "Please...it won't take you long."

"No." Arizona mumbled, refusing to turn around.

"I really, really having a craving." Callie pressed.

"It's late. I'm tired. No."

Sighing again and pulling on a pout, Callie decided to try a different tactic.

"You're mean. It's your fault, you know?"

Silence.

"Arizona, I wouldn't be having the cravings if you didn't knock me up. It's your kid in here."

"Believe me...I know." Arizona responded, her voice a little more clear.

Callie pressed her advantage. "Please?" she begged sweetly. "If you don't go, I'll have to go myself."

Grunting and throwing the covers back, Arizona looked to her right where Callie was smiling triumphantly at her.

"It's two in the morning and you want me to go and get you some tamales?"

Callie nodded. "The corner store a few blocks over has them in their hot case and they're open 24/7."

"Really, Callie? They have them and they're open 24/7? How could you possibly know that? Could it be because you had me pick you some up last night and the night before that and so on? Arizona asked sarcastically.

Callie's big brown eyes continued to look upon her shyly. She couldn't help the cravings. Most women she had spoken to and known had informed her that the cravings were a myth; that they were often times exaggerated to become the comic relief in movies and television shows.

Leave it her, to Arizona's baby, to defy everything she'd been told and bring about the worst cravings she could imagine.

"Don't be like that!" she said, her voice carrying it's own pout. "I don't even like tamales."

Arizona sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She wasn't trying to upset her pregnant wife. She was just tired and Callie's odd, disgusting cravings were interfering with her sleep. Why did she ever convince Callie that having a baby was a marvelous idea?

"I know, Cal. I'm sorry. You really can't wait until the morning?"

Dark hair shook around a tanned face.

Getting up and throwing on a pair of jeans, Arizona forced a brush through her matted locks and searched for her keys. Finally finding the elusive item, she looked back at Callie and pursed her lips.

"Three tamales. Anything else?"

She knew Callie was going to add something else. She always did. She couldn't eat the tamales without the 'something' else. Why she was wasting breath on such a frivolous question was beyond her. Maybe Callie wouldn't want anything else tonight. Maybe she'd just take the tamales, as they were, and that would be the end of it.

When she noticed Callie's lips curl into an embarrassed smile, she knew she would be picking up one extra item.

"Three tamales and a jar of cherry sauce to put on top of them. Got it. Be back in flash."

With that, she turned around, opened her bedroom door, and headed down the stairs.

Pregnancy could be such a bitch and she wasn't even the one carrying!

Sleep. She still had enough time to get plenty of it. Her excursion to the corner store had only taken thirty minutes away from the eight and half she still had left. That gave her eight hours. Eight hours was a godsend. She could work wonders at the hospital with eight hours of sleep. Well, she'd only end up getting seven and a half hours because another thirty minutes had been taken up by Callie scarfing down her, vomit inducing, late night snack.

The smell of beef tamales covered, no, drowned in cherry sauce had upset her senses to a point that she'd given up on trying to sleep until after Callie was finished.

Now was that time. After ordering Callie to brush her teeth and rinse her mouth out, in an effort to remove the smell from their room, Arizona found herself settling into another deep and comforting sleep. She knew it wouldn't take her long to leave the word of baby names, nurseries, and cosmically wrong pregnancy cravings behind.

Glancing at the clock on her night stand one last time-3:13 am- she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. Yes, sleep would come quickly. Seven and a half hours was still enough to get her through her twelve hour work shift.

Sleep.

Just.

Sleep.

A jump.

A jerk.

Movement in the bed.

No, no, no! Forget about it. Just sleep.

More movement.

A voice.

Frantic?

Excited?

There's an arm on her shoulder.

The voice draws closer.

"Arizona!"

Callie's hands shake her body.

Opening a blood shot eye, Arizona snorted and rolled over. Something must have been wrong. Callie's voice was..was...different. She must be upset or in pain or...something. Sitting up in the bed, quickly, she threw her hair away from her face and looked to her partner.

"Arizona...Arizona..."

"What...what's the matter? Are you okay?"

Her voice wasn't the most coherent she'd ever heard it, but it was clear enough to be understood. As she waited for her vision to clear and adjust to the darkness, a hand on her own caught her attention.

"Feel..."Callie said, placing her hand against her lower stomach.

As she waited to understand what was happening and why Callie had awakened her so suddenly, her mind began to clear and she felt the heavy effects of sleep simmer down and fade away.

After a moment, a strong thump, a kick, connected with her hand and she smiled as her breath was forced from her body.

"There." Callie said, her voice soft and awed. "Did you feel that?"

Arizona, smile still keeping her from being able to speak, could only nod her head and look up at her partner.

Another kick, just as strong, met her hand again and she closed her eyes.

Their baby was moving and was very much awake. Callie had been worried that she'd not felt the baby kick thus far into her pregnancy. Lucy had tried to reassure her that every woman and every pregnancy was different. She'd told Callie that if she hadn't felt movement by the 22nd week, there would be cause for concern. Callie was 20 and a half.

"She's moving." Arizona said, a small, happy laugh ending her words.

Callie's fingers tightened around her lover's and she nodded. "It feels amazing...slightly uncomfortable, but amazing."

"I know." the blonde agreed, lowering her eyes.

Callie thought she detected a shadow of sadness cross Arizona's face, but the room's darkness kept her from being certain. For several long minutes, the two of them remained close as they felt their baby move.

"She's strong." Arizona said, tracing her fingers over Callie's skin.

"Hmm, maybe she'll be a bad ass kick boxer or something. Sure feels like it."

Laughing softly, the blonde nodded. "Yeah, or she might be a dancer."

After a time, their child ceased to be as active and the two of them settled down into their sheets once again. Arizona kissed Callie's lips in a tender good night embrace and rolled back over onto her side.

Her alarm clock mocked her with the time.

4:02 am.

Six hours. She only had six hours of available sleep time left to her.

Oh well, she thought. She'd felt her baby move and kick. She'd heard the awed excitement in Callie's voice as they'd shared the moment. Losing an hour of sleep for those reasons was preferable, welcome even, than losing one to late night pregnancy cravings from hell.

"Arizona..."

Arizona opened her eyes and regarded the clock in front of her. She didn't feel as if she'd been asleep for very long at all. As the numbers of her alarm came into sharp focus, those suspicions were confirmed.

It was 4:15 am.

Was she doomed to not receive any sleep at all?

Rolling over and facing her partner, she noticed Callie was lying on her left side.

"Are you...having trouble sleeping? Getting comfortable?" she asked slowly, her eyes closing of their own accord.

Callie's fingers touched her face and smoothed down her cheek. The tenderness in the gesture caused her to open her eyes.

"No." Callie answered. "Not any more than usual. Laying on my left hip is the least irritating."

Arizona hummed her response and her eyes closed again. Callie's fingers continued to trace soothing patterns across her face and neck.

"Normally, I love the sound of your voice, Calliope, but right now, I really just want to sleep." she slurred, eyes still shut.

"Okay." Callie stated simply.

Silence settled around them. Arizona's breathing evened out and she felt her limbs grow heavy as sleep joined them. Callie's fingers, their movements comforting, helped to induce the rest she so desperately craved.

"Arizona?"

The blonde couldn't help the audible groan that left her mouth. Was asking for even an hour of solid sleep too much?

"Hmm?" she managed in way of response.

Maybe if she didn't put too much effort into her reply, she could trick her mind and body into believing that there actually hadn't been an interruption in her sleep cycle.

The warm press of soft lips against her forehead and then her nose and finally the dip above her mouth forced her to open bleary eyes and focus on her love.

"I love you." Callie stated, her eyes expressing the truth of how she felt.

Smiling and closing, what distance she could, Arizona scooted into Callie's embrace and placed a light kiss against her chin.

"I love you, too, baby."