"I feel...like every single thing I'm doing is wrong."

Callie said this in 11x08. What happened the night before? (Post 11x07)

"Come on, Sof. It's time for bed." Callie tiredly walked up to the little black-haired girl and picked her up.

"Mommy, nooo!" she whined.

"Yes. It's already past your bedtime," Callie insisted.

Sofia wailed, squirming in her mother's arms. She wanted to play some more.

Callie held her more insistently, not wanting to drop Sofia in her tantruming state. Despite Callie's complete exhaustion and lack of patience after her long and draining work day, she worked to soften her voice. "I'll read you a quick story first, okay?" She set her down on her bed.

Sofia pouted her lower lip out. It was a mannerism she had picked up from Arizona. Arizona always made that face when she didn't get her way. It was so cute on Sofia, though, that it almost made Callie burst out laughing.

Callie smiled maternally at her little girl. "How about we read...Love You Forever. You liked this book the last time Mommy read it to you, remember? It's a good one."

Sofia nodded, and Callie got into bed with her, wrapping her arm around her daughter and pulling her close.

She spoke softly, beginning, "A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth..."

When she transitioned from reading the part of the narrator to that of the mother and her voice inflection stayed the same, Sofia complained, "No! You're doing it wrong!"

"What?" Callie shifted to look at her four-year-old.

"Mommy reads it better. I want her to read to me."

Callie sighed. She was getting tired of explaining this. "Sweetie, Mommy's not here right now. She can read it to you tomorrow night."

"Nooo," Sofia cried.

Callie sighed, closing the book. This was hopeless. "How about I just tuck you in, and we'll both go to bed? Then, tomorrow, we can have pancakes for breakfast!"

Sofia smiled through her tears at that idea. "Okay."

"Okay." Callie busied herself pulling up the covers to Sofia's chin, then picking up the little girls stuffed animals from the floor and tossing them to the end of the bed.

"You're doing it wrong!" Sofia insisted from her watchful position in bed. "Mommy puts Beary and Kitty next to me. I want Mommy!"

Callie took a shaky and exaggerated breath. "I know. I'm doing it all wrong." Barely audible, she breathed, "I want Mommy, too." Finally, she placed Sof's favorite stuffed animals beside her little head and then bent down to kiss her forehead.

"I love you, sweetie. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight," Sofia peeped.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite." Callie smiled as she turned off the light and shut the door.

Once in the hallway, she leaned back against the closed door and let her tears fall. Every single thing she was doing was...wrong. She ambled to her bedroom to try to get some sleep, but it was hard. The bed felt cold and empty. She knew in her heart she made the right decision to walk out of couples' therapy, but still, she missed her wife. And, tonight, it definitely felt like the wrong call.