It was pouring in Seattle. The usually fine rain left the place to quite the storm.
Callie could barely see over her windshield. It really didn't matter though. She knew that route by heart. She thought she could actually do it with closed eyes. From her office it was just straight on Comox Street, left on Denman, right at the SevenEleven, half mile in that direction and out of the city through the interstate. See, told you, closed eyes.
In fact she did this exact route countless time in the past seven months. No, that wasn't true. She did this exact route twenty-six time in the past seven months. Yes, she knew how many times she cheated on her wife.
However, Callie was adamantly sure that this was going to be the last.
Even so, when she was she sign of the Florence Motel, her resolve faltered.
Callie became suddenly aware that she had been biting her inner cheek the whole trip. Blood taste was such a dramatic entrance. She laughed at that thought but, when the car stopped in front the room 502, there was no sign of smile anymore. Actually she gripped the steering wheel for dear life.
The light was on, signaling she wasn't the first to arrive. She never was and she couldn't image this be the first time. The brunette had no hurry to face her lover but, with one final sigh, she was out the car.

Callie was barely inside when eager hands assaulted her. It felt good having those lips on her again. It would have been so easy to just let herself go, to lose herself in that body. In that bed. She was on a mission though and it was time for action.
"Please stop… I need to talk to you."
Blue eyes met browns for the first time that night and something already cracked.
"We should stop doing this, Arizona." Here she was, Callie said it. She had a whole speech prepared but felt the need to put some distance between the two of them. What better way to do it than by crushing a heart?
God, it was already going bad.
However, Callie got the effect she was hoping for. Arizona took some steps back, giving the brunette the possibility of fully entered the room.
Callie started pacing in search of all those words she thought she stored for the occasion. Arizona, instead, took residency by the window near the door, hoping that the radiator under it could protect her from the bitter cold that was coming.
Arizona wasn't prepared for any of this. She wasn't naive either. She knew that the pretty pink bubble they had been living in it would pop at some point. She just thought that the popper would have been someone else like Callie's wife or her wife or…
"We have to stop doing this." Here was Callie again, and in a matter of minutes the conditional had left the place to an imperative.
"I can't keep doing this… I'm… I left Penny." The blonde looked at Callie, silently asking if she was aware of what she was saying. The brunette took it as a sign of keep going. In a war of emotions, once the first bomb is dropped, it won't take long for the rest of them.
On the other hand, sometimes you do need an earthquake to make yourself centered again. Callie believed that. So she sat on the edge of the bed and kept going. "It's killing me not to be able to be with you, always… I can't pretend anymore. My marriage was already over and I couldn't… I am looking for a place for me and the kids… I love you Arizona, I want us to be together." There it was what was meant but never said. An unspoken rule was set in that motel room since their first encounter: the silence.
Silence about what there was outside the motel but also about what was happening inside. You know how it goes with silence, at some point it opens itself to interpretations. Callie saw the signals, she thought Arizona was in love with her too even if she didn't have anything to prove it. Maybe the blonde was just scared to take the first step. Callie was scared too but she was also fed up. She missed Arizona constantly. She was absent and distracted all day. The situation was affecting her mind, her family and her job. Callie wasn't ready for the first step, Callie was ready to jump at this point.
Painfully aware that it wasn't set in stone that Arizona would jump too. Quite the opposite. At this point though, no blonde was better than half blonde.
Yes, she was ready to end her marriage but that didn't mean she was willing to get lost any longer in an affair either. Even if it was with Arizona Robbins.
Callie had three kids, after all. The kids… could that still be a problem for Arizona? Callie didn't know. Choosing Callie meant a whole family, the brunette knew that and she hoped that the two biggest love of her life could coexist.

"I'm in love with you, Arizona. However, me and the kids are a package deal… you don't have to worry though, they are mine and they already have two parents."
Arizona, whom had gone back watching the storm, closed her eyes and took a big breath. Now she was her turn to bring the storm in the room.
"I have a kid too, Callie."
Arizona didn't have the courage to turn around, to look behind her.
She missed Callie expression and that pale complexion that took over the brunette's face.
There wasn't a storm in the motel room, it was more like a tsunami.
There was a big wave, something from the past, catching up with Callie and crashing into her back. Another wave, instead, was deep inside her, from her stomach. Nausea reaching her mouth at a rapid pace.
Arizona had kids.
A kid.
Arizona Robbins had a kid, a wife and a mistress.
And Callie Torres was worth just the last infamous role.
The brunette was fairly unprepared to the news. They broke up eight years ago over kids because Arizona wanted beaches and sangria.
Now it was clear what Callie didn't understand back then: Arizona wanted beaches and sangria with her and maybe a family with someone else.
No, actually, it was obvious that Arizona found a woman worth having a family with.
After eight years nothing had changed.
Arizona wanted just a motel room and a roll in the sheets with her.
Callie felt stupid, naive and angry for thinking otherwise.
Her trail of thoughts was interrupted by Arizona's touch. The blonde was kneeled in front of Callie trying to catch her attention, her affection.
"Calliope let me explain, it's not what you think."
Instead, the brunette jerked on her feet "Don't fucking touch me!"
"Callie, wait. We can…" Arizona tried explaining herself, her truth, her lies.
"Shut up" Callie cut her off.
"Calliope, I love…"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Callie was fuming by now, looking for the fucking bag in the fucking motel room where she was supposed to find her fucking happy ending.
Fuck herself for still being a fucking idiot when it came to Arizona Robbins.
Nevertheless, one thing was going to be as planned. That was going to be the last time at the Florence Motel.
Callie spotted her bag discarded by the door, she grabbed it and went out in the rain.
She was already soaked when Arizona tried to stop her by grasping her arm. The blonde was soaked too, in fear and some sort of desperation.
However, you know that with such a storm inside and out, you cannot really see beyond your nose. You do not really care to see beyond your nose, beyond your own pain and sorrow.
Callie extracted herself from the blonde's grip and took the final steps to her parked car.
"Callie, we are not done! Please!"
"Arizona, we were already done eight years ago."
Within minutes the rain and the dark swallowed the blonde, her despair and the Florence Motel.