CHAPTER 52

Dinner was fairly quiet. Callie and her mom were speaking Spanish for most it. It seemed like they had important things to talk about, so Arizona didn't mind.

At some point she ventured into the kitchen to fill the water pitcher. In the kitchen was a woman whom Arizona assumed was the lady who helped Mrs. Torres cook.

"Hola" the woman said and smiled at Arizona.

"Hi" Arizona said and smiled back at the woman as she filled the pitcher.

As Arizona was on her way out of the kitchen again, the woman stopped her.

"Miss"

Arizona turned around to face the woman.

"Yes?"

"Callita never brought home anyone before. You must be special" she said and winked at her.

Arizona's cheeks turned red.

"Thank you" she whispered and headed back into the dining room.

Half an hour later they all left the table and had coffee in the sun room. Mrs. Torres asked about Arizona's job, and the blonde talked passionately about her work. Callie leaned back and enjoyed the way the blonde explained one of her latest surgeries. And Callie loved how her mom listened intently.

It had gotten late, and they said goodnight to Mrs. Torres, and went to their room. They undressed in silence.

"How bad would it be if I said I was too tired for sex?" Arizona said as she fell onto the mattress.

Callie laughed.

"Not bad at all. I'm pretty tired myself. Sorry about all the Spanish by the way"

"No, it's okay, you guys haven't seen each other in a while. Besides, I like it when you speak Spanish. It's very sexy"

Callie arched an eyebrow and leaned down to kiss Arizona's lips.

"I'll have to speak it more often then" she said and winked at the blonde.

She pulled Arizona in so she was spooning the blonde, and kissed her neck.

"Callie?"

"Yeah"

"Do you think we could maybe paint the bedroom walls? The tapestry is so dark"

There was a silence. Callie hadn't thought of the fact that, technically, Arizona would now be moving into a hotel, and that Callie's classy striped tapestry and her dark hotel furniture probably wasn't the homiest. At least not to someone like Arizona who wore a scrub cap with butterflies on it. She sensed changes coming on, and she liked it.

"We'll paint" Callie simply said and pulled Arizona in closer. She wanted the blonde to feel as much at home at The Mazatlán as Callie did. And she knew exactly how she was going to do it. After Arizona had dozed off, she left the bedroom and called Tim.