Set sometime between 10x15 and 10x22. Our girls talking about Carlos.

Arizona walked into the kitchen just as Callie was hanging up the phone.

"I've gotta get ready for work, Daddy," Callie finished her conversation. "I love you, too. Bye." She smiled at Arizona. "Morning."

"Morning," Arizona smiled in return, pausing to give Callie a quick peck on the lips before putting her bread in the toaster. "How's your dad doing?"

"He's good. Where's Sof?"

"She's getting dressed. She refused any help." Arizona's mouth turned into a cringe as she thought about Callie's dad. "He must want to pin me to a wall and kill me, huh?"

Callie knit her eyebrows in confusion before she remembered. Oh, yeah. Arizona's first experience with her father had included him pinning both George and Mark to a wall for cheating. And now Arizona had cheated.

Callie still hadn't completely forgiven Arizona for betraying their vows, but her wife's terrified expression was so funny that she couldn't help but chuckle a little. "No, Arizona. He doesn't hate you," Callie assured her.

Arizona widened her eyes. Surely he had to. He was so fiercely protective of Callie. Arizona couldn't imagine how she could ever regain his approval. It had been so hard to get him to accept her and Callie's relationship in the first place. She had broken all the rules and approached him and gave him this noble speech.

But cheating was hardly noble. And when she had seen him during the trial, she had felt really, really guilty. Sick to her stomach with guilt. Because she had promised to protect Callie. Back before it had all fallen apart.

"Actually..." Callie hesitated, dragging Arizona out of her thoughts. Callie's voice suddenly small. "He was the one who convinced me to give you another shot."

Arizona was in disbelief. She was shocked. Wait. What? She wanted to know more but was afraid to ask. Honestly, she never wanted to think about the cheating again, and she didn't want Callie to have to ever think about it, either.

But when Arizona still didn't answer, Callie gently rubbed her arm to comfort her. Arizona thought it should be the other way around, considering the topic of discussion, but it was Callie who was supporting her.

"Arizona, seriously," Callie promised. "My dad doesn't hate you. If it happens again, both of us may be out to kill you, but not now. He told me to fight. So he really likes you." She offered a tender smile.

Arizona smiled thinly and gave an appreciative nod. She moved her hand to tuck a thick lock of hair back behind Callie's ear. She gingerly brushed her wife's cheek with the pad of her thumb, eternally grateful for her.

"Thank you."