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: Woooo! Superbowl Sunday! Here's your update. Now read, eat lots of unhealthy things as you scream at your TV and ENJOY!


Chapter 54

Callie's POV:

"Arizona?" I call out from the kitchen. "ARIZONA?" Still no answer. …where the hell is that woman? Its Sunday, one of my few days off and my wife and I have a very important decision to make today. I could be ready as soon as tomorrow and we still haven't picked a donor. Grabbing my cup of coffee, I move through the lower level towards the den where I know she will be.

"Hey cowgirl, I know you're hiding from me but-" I stop when I see that I'm in fact, talking to no one. …what the hell? Peeking out the window in the den, which faces out towards her stables and riding pen, I see Arizona saddling up Skittles. By the time I pull my shoes on and get outside, Arizona has the beast warming up. Jess is there, sitting up on the fence watching my wife work out the stunning animal. It's been a while since I've seen Arizona ride, and now I remember why I love it. She and Skittles move as one. It's almost like they are communicating telepathically. The smallest movement from the blonde, and her horse reads her direction and does it.

"Morning Callie." Jess greets me as I lean up against the white fence.

"Good morning, Jess. How you doing?" I ask.

"Alright. Just watching Z work out her boy." She says, her bright eyes turning back to my wife. When Arizona first hired her, and when I first met her, I mistook that glint in her eyes as some sort of yearning. Jealousy quickly followed when I thought Jess had some sort of crush on my wife but after watching them talk and work together, I can see now that Jess thinks of Arizona as almost like a sister. Arizona has knowledge of horses and animals that Jess wishes she has, and they both share a passion for it.

After we sit in silence for a couple minutes, watching blonde hair wave in the wind as the strong beast moves effortlessly below her, I'm taken by the beauty of my wife. Skittles ups his pace and soon he is carrying the love of my life at top speed, kicking up dirt as they pass. He turns on a dime and kicks up again. Arizona handles the thousand pound beast like he's nothing. After an hour of working her favorite animal out, she lets him roam in the pen with the other three horses while Jess gets back to her work in the stables.

Arizona and I spend some time watching our horse family run and romp. She tells me that she will start to break Berni in next spring, and then I will have my own horse to ride whenever I want. Like a lot of my days off, we spend it together walking around our property. It's such a beautiful piece of land and when I'm with my wife, I'm happy. We migrate to the shed that houses Arizona's project and she tries to explain where she is in the project, and why it's still not working. For a while, she gave up on it, saying that she just couldn't do it, even though I told her she was crazy. But after a couple of weeks of stewing on it, she's back at it. …she doesn't give up. We fall into a comfortable conversation as my wife starts to tear apart the engine for the thousandth time. Somehow, our conversation about Spain goes off on a tangent and the baby issue comes up.

"We need to pick one cowgirl." I say as I pass her another tool. "We've gotten it down to three. Now we just need to pick one." She just stays silent. "So… lets go over them again."

"Calliope, we know these men better than they know themselves." Arizona growls.

"I know. But we're going over them again. …The carpenter." I direct her, like I'm telling an intern to present a patient.

"German descent. Third generation American. Part Native American. 31 years old. Brown hair, green eyes. 180 pounds. 6'2". Bachelor degree in engineering. Clean family history. Allergic to cats. Likes football, baseball, but hates hockey. Enjoys Rock and R&B music and long walks on the beach." She says in a disjointed tone of voice.

"You just added the beach part..." I say with a smile.

Arizona rights herself and looks me in the eye. "Does it matter? Is, is, is music preference and hobbies engrained into his genes?" She looks for me to answer. After a couple seconds, she rolls her eyes and continues. "The rocket scientist."

"French descent. Fourth generation American. 34 years old. Blonde hair, gray eyes. 165 pounds. 5'11". Bachelor degree, masters degree, one finished Ph.D. and working on another. Father side susceptible to cardiac problems." I rattle off all the important parts.

"He's your favorite." Arizona states flatly.

"But… you don't like him." I reply.

"Its not that I don't like him. He's just not my favorite." She answers. "You know which one I want." Her voice echoes from within the hood of the car.

"The Marine." I state softly.

"Yeah. What's wrong with the Marine?" She asks, pulling herself back out of the car. "His IQ isn't a 168 like the rocket scientist but… neither is mine. Our baby is going to get all its smarts from you anyways." She can see my hesitation and reads it wrong. "Wait… is the Marine not good enough? When we could use a genius? …Is, is, is that what you want? Because I thought you wanted me. The Marine is me. Is that-"

"Arizona!" I cut her off, grabbing her shoulders to get her attention. "Sweetie, take a breath. …You're way off base. That's not it." She gives me a hard look as she leans back against her workbench, a dirtied rag in her hand.

"Then why… why don't you want the Marine?" She asks me.

Taking a step towards her, I try to put words as to why I am shying away from this guy. "I… I don't know. I mean, we read that he's what… fourth-"

"Fifth." She corrects me.

"Right, fifth generation service man. I just… I don't know. I don't want my baby becoming a soldier." I reply.

"Calliope… its… it's not the fact that he's a Marine. I mean… yeah that's what caught my attention but, it's what him being a Marine means. ...He's strong, and brave. He's honorable and trustworthy. He keeps his word. …He fights for what he loves." Arizona says softly, her eyes dropping to the floor as she explains why she wants this guy so badly. …she's right. She's absolutely right. This guy… this guy is everything Arizona stands for.

Crossing the small garage, I stand right in front of my wife, her head hung and her eyes not looking up. "Arizona…" I say softly, but she doesn't look up. Hooking a finger under her chin, I pull her head up until her blue eyes find mine. "You're right." I whisper. Her face immediately softens. "You're absolutely right Arizona. He's perfect… because he's you."

The light returns in her eyes. "Really?"

"Yes, really." I reply. A smile crossing my face.

She stands and takes a small step towards me. "So… we have a donor?" She asks.

"We have a donor." I whisper, then pull her in for a soft kiss. "Just think… I could be pregnant as early as tomorrow."

"It's crazy." She replies, her dimpled grin shining. I can feel her hands move from my hips to my stomach, where our baby will be growing. Our eyes find each other's and the look I get from my wife makes my heart melt. Its taken her a while to get to this place, but I can see that this is what she really wants. The tour, the riding, the farm, the fans… none of that brings this light into her eyes that I'm seeing now.

Resting my forehead against her dirtied one I tell her "I love you."

"I love you too. …And I already love our baby so much." She replies, her stained fingertips running over my taunt stomach.

"So I'll call the bank and have them send the… stuff to the lab at the hospital." I say, pulling away from her and grabbing my phone.

"No no no." Arizona grabs the phone from my hand. "You've been stuck in the ass for three months, and will be growing a tiny human in your uterus for the better part of a year. …The least I can do is order the… stuff." She says with a wink. Punching in the number to the sperm bank, she holds the phone up to her ear and waits. I can see a million emotions race through her face. Anxiousness, trepidation, fear… but most of all, excitement.

"Hi, yes. Ummm…. I need to order some ummm… some stuff." Arizona says as she starts to pace back and forth. I take a seat and try to hold in my chuckle at the sight of my wife. "Yes, that. Sperm." She adds, rolling her eyes. "Patient name is Dr. Calliope Torres. ….Donor number 11879." She states. The person on the other line starts listing some of the details of the donor, just to be sure the number is correct.

"Yes. That's the sperm I want." She says with a smile as her eyes connect with mine. "How much do we want?" She echoes the question just asked to her, looking at me for help. "Umm… all of it. Yes, all the Marine sperm you got, I want." Arizona answers. "Ok. How much does this sperm run? …..WOW! That's uhhh… that's some expensive sperm."

"Arizona." I growl.

"No. Yeah! We'll take it. Yeah, have it sent to Seattle Grace Mercy West…. Thank you." She finishes and hangs up. Turning back to me she says "We got sperm." The smile that is on her face makes the sun pale in comparison as her hands wrap around me.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I ask, pulling her in closer to me.

"Calliope… my heart is racing. My mouth is dry. My stomach is in knots. I'm scared out of my mind." She says, her eyes locked on mine. "I'm totally ready. …Because I have you. You're going to make an awesome mom, an amazing mom. And I… I'll learn. I'll learn how to be a good mom but… I'm so ready to love a tiny version of you and me." Her dimples pop and she pulls me in for another kiss. A kiss that tells me that we are ready, and it's going to happen.

she's ready.


AN2: Yay. Baby time!