Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine.

AN: Let's get this honeymoon a rocking. Enjoy!

Chapter 37

Arizona's POV:

"And welcome to your home away from home for the next twelve days." Our hostess says as she lets us into our room. …oh …my …god.

"Wow." I breathe out, my eyes wide as I look around the very spacious and beautiful presidential suite.

"Wow is right." Callie says as she moves further into the room.

"This is bigger than my first apartment…" I say, moving through the 'Royal Suite' of the ship. There are only four of these on the whole ship and it cost a small fortune …you only live once. And I plan on having only one honeyroom.

"It is the largest stateroom this particular ship has to offer… and it comes with the top of the line amenities." Our hostess says as she leads us through the room, giving us the grand tour. Our luggage has already been placed in the room and hung up. …wow. Just… really, really…wow. Our suite has a separate bedroom, a big deal on a ship with limited space, and a living room with TWO sofas, a bathroom that has a whirlpool bathtub, and a double shower.

"What's this?" I ask, pointing to the very low sink right next to the toilet. The woman gives me a tight smile, almost like she is trying to hold in a laugh and excuses herself. Callie, who is checking out the shower doesn't even try to hold in her laugh.

"What?" I ask, suddenly feeling very country.

"That's a bidet." Callie says with a smile on her face that is quickly wiped when she sees my slightly embarrassed one.

My face scrunches up in confusion. "A b-wha?"

"A bidet. …it's European. …You never saw one in your time in Italy?" Callie asks as she exits the bathroom.

"No… Ka-" I catch myself before I say her name. "We didn't stay in places like that. We stayed in holes in the wall." Our hostess continues the tour to our very own kitchenette, dishwasher included along with a wet bar. As Callie is asking her a couple questions, I duck down and look for a familiar bottle. …damn it. No Evan Williams. What kind of suite is this? Standing back up, a little upset that my drink of choice is no where in sight, I continue to walk through the rest of the room, when my eyes land upon something I would never have dreamed would be in a cruise ship cabin.

"A piano?" I say, seeing the baby grand in the corner of the room. "Seriously Calliope?" She just shrugs. Now I am feeling really uncomfortable. Yes, I have been in suites at hotels when I've been on tour but nothing like this. I wasn't raised with this kind of treatment and don't know how to act. Callie, on the other hand, is right at home. She's had money since she was a gleam in her fathers eye, and falls right back into the routine. She pulls out a bill and slips it discreetly into the hostess's hand as they move back towards the door.

"If you need anything, my number is speed dial one on the cabin phone. Again, my name is Megan and please… Enjoy your time with us." She says with a sickening sweet smile before she closes the door, the key lock clicking into place. …Megan. She's going to be up our asses the entire cruise.

"So… we finally made it cowgirl." Callie purrs as she walks up behind me on the patio and wraps her arms around me.

"Yep." I say shortly as I look out across the waiting waters in front of us.

She catches my mood and asks "Is something wrong, Arizona?"

"No, no…" I say, but I get that look from Callie telling me she doesn't buy it. "It's nothing, really babe, I just… I don't know. I feel a little… out of my league here." She turns me in her arms so we are facing each other.

"Out of your league?" She asks.

"Yeah… the Royal Suite? I've… I've never had the 'Royal' anything. I'm still a country girl at heart, Calliope." I say, ducking my head to avoid her eyes. After a couple seconds, one of the surgeons' strong hands leaves my hips and hooks a finger under my chin. Lifting my head, my eyes find hers again.

"Arizona, you aren't out of your league, sweetie. You're just not use to all this… being treated like you're a princess… or a queen. But you deserve it. …You treat me like that all the time and maybe its my fault that I don't treat you like that but… you belong with me." She says softly. "And if you really don't feel comfortable, we'll find someone to switch rooms with. …I don't care where we stay. It could be in the tiniest, dungiest cabin this boat has to offer… I'll be happy because you are here with me."

"Really?" I ask. My hands move from in front of my to her hips, pulling her closer to me as I lean against the railing of our very private balcony. No rooms above us to look down on us, and none on either side of us …I'll have to add balcony to the list.

"Really, really." She whispers, then kisses me with passion. My hands float up her back and too her long silky black hair as her tongue plays across my bottom lip. I eagerly open my mouth to give her access as her hands slip under my shirt and tickle my flesh. They move northward as she pushes my shirt up, until they reach my breasts. My moan is swallowed by the Latina when she cups my chest and squeezes. When both of our lungs burn for oxygen, our lips part. We pant, trying to replace the air we've deprived ourselves as we stare into each other's eyes.

"I don't know all the silverware." I say finally. I've never had to learn what all the different forks and knives…or even what that tiny spoon on top is for. I was raised with one fork, one knife, one spoon per meal. That's all you needed. But on this cruise, being in the 'Royal Suite', I'm going to have to go to a few dressy dinners. Be wined and dined with all the other rich people.

"I'll teach you." Callie says with a smile.

"I might embarrass you." I state. In Seattle, I was comfortable with my position, and being with Callie. I paid for my house and my land with my hard earned money. And I don't think it's too excessive. And maybe that house I built was flaunting my wealth a little but… that was for Callie. Here? Now? …I'm surrounded by other rich people, people with money and that feeling that I had when I first started dating Callie is coming back. It feels like she is too good for me, that I'm just a country hick while she is a goddess.

"You could never embarrass me." She answers. I just give her a raised eyebrow, knowing that I've embarrassed her plenty of times. "Ok… you can embarrass me but… I don't care. Because I love you and you love me and none of the rest of it matters. We are together. And I'm never letting you go."

"Forever and ever." I restate the last the last part of our vows.

"Forever and ever." Her lips find mine again, and this kiss is soft and comforting. When we part, she rests her forehead against mine and we close our eyes. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"God, I hope so." I answer. Taking her hand, I lead us back into the room and towards the very large bed. We slip off our shoes, strip down to our underwear, for me its just a bra after Callie stole my panties the first hour of our trip, and crawl into bed. Our trip took a total of 22 hours, with all the layovers and delays added in, plus the 9 hour time difference, so we are exhausted. I lay flat on my back, loving the coolness of the soft, crisp sheets below me. As Callie climbs in, she sets the alarm to go off in a couple hours, not wanting to sleep too long and end up being up all night…though I'm sure we could find ways to keep ourselves entertained. She settles in right next to me, her head resting on my shoulder and a possessive arm across my stomach. Its sunny outside, and we didn't close any curtains or the balcony door so the fresh Mediterranean breeze fills the room. …its perfect.

Despite the perfect setting, the cool sheets, the sound of the waves just outside the glass wall, the love of my life wrapped around my body, I don't close my eyes. It's still nagging me. …this is her world. This... the 'Royal Suite'. That's what she was raised with. That's what she deserves. …Why did she pick me then? My internal monologue as stressed me enough that my fingers start to play across the back of Callie, alerting her to my revving brain.

"What's got your blonde hair on fire, cowgirl?" She asks from behind closed eyes, her own fingers playing at the scar on the left side of my body.

"Just… thinking." I say, mentally berating myself for having these kinds of thoughts on our HONEYMOON. If I was going t doubt whether I was enough for her, I should have done it, say… before the wedding.

"Anything I can help with?" She asks softly. I can feel her breathing deepen and the huskiness in her voice is becoming rougher, signaling she is about to pass into sleep any moment. My hand leaves her back and starts to brush back her hair away from her face. She gives me a small smile before sleep finally takes her, a soft snore signaling the end of her efforts to fight it. I watch her fall deeper and deeper into slumber, her facial muscles relaxing fractionally at each stage. I continue to play with her hair, knowing she loves it. Then it hits me. …I'm a moron. When has Callie ever made a decision without being sure. …She loves me, enough to entrust her heart to me. How can I question that? She wants to have a life with me, have babies. …How can I question this? We were made for each other. Almost as if Callie could hear my thoughts, her grip around me tightens, pulling herself in closer to my body. Finally, I shut my eyes, marveling in the feeling of her skin against mine, and the fact that I get to feel this until I die.

…forever and ever.

AN2: I thought it was important for Arizona to baulk at the grandeur of the room, having grown up on a farm and all. Mix that in with a little anxiety about her recent life-long promise, and you get an unsure blonde.