Calzona reconciliation: Naomi/Sam edition.

Written after 12x06.

Callie had been planning her presentation to the donors all week. It needed to be perfect.

As it turned out, she needed more funds for her prosthesis project, and that meant somehow convincing a bunch of rich people to donate more money.

Which was going to be hard. Because A) public speaking made her, like, want to die and B) because since she'd cooled things with Penny once and for all, her thoughts had migrated back to Arizona.

And, in the wake of their breakup, Penny had admitted that she had once thought Callie was the love of her life. And Callie had realized that – though she had definitely felt a connection and imagined a life with Penny long-term – she had never even thought to consider Penny "the love of her life."

She only thought of Arizona.

Which was silly. The fact that Callie suddenly…was thinking of her. All of a sudden. After years of not caring. After years of forcing herself not to care.

It was all just…silly. And one-sided. And despicable.

It had been two years. She'd been burned, again and again. They'd burned each other. In her head, she knew that trying again wasn't an option. But in her heart…

Suddenly, she couldn't think about love without thinking of Arizona. And she couldn't think of Arizona without thinking about love.

As the donors began filing into the conference room, taking their seats at the long, rectangular to face Callie, she forced herself to stop thinking.

She had more important things to worry about than her ex-wife.

So, in the middle of her presentation, Arizona was the furthest thing from her mind. That is, until she caught sight of Arizona behind the glass door and of then the – generally obsessively polite – woman barge into the room.

Callie and all the donors turned to stare at the interruption.

"We need to talk," Arizona vocalized, seeing nothing but Callie.

It was time. To stop hiding. To stop waiting.

She had told herself to hide, to wait, to not fight for Callie because her ex-wife had been happy with Penny. But, as she'd learned minutes before, they were no longer together; they were only friends.

So it was time. To fight. Because she still loved Callie and wanted to spend the rest of her life with her. And she wanted Callie to want the same.

"Arizona," Callie accused. "What are you doing here?" What the hell?

"I'd like to have a conversation with you," Arizona continued fiercely, coming to stand at the opposite end of the long table. "A conversation we probably should have had a long time ago."

Callie felt her stomach dip at the potential implications. What conversation? It could be anything. They should have had a lot of conversations. "I'm in the middle of something, Arizona," she argued meekly, losing her harsh resolve with every word that broke from her ex-wife's lips.

"Why didn't you tell me you and Penny broke up?" Arizona asked. Just like that.

Callie worriedly looked around at her audience's faces. "I am not going to have this conversation w –"

"Why didn't you tell me you and Penny broke up?!" This time, the question was a demand.

"It doesn't matter," Callie fought. Why would it matter to Arizona? Hadn't she moved on long ago? Hadn't she moved on before their marriage had even ended?

Arizona fiercely met her ex-wife's eyes. "It matters," she maintained. Then, she turned to face the pained donors. Talk about awkward. "Could you guys excuse us -" Before she had even finished vocalizing the sentiment, the white collars had scurried out of the room.

Irritated, Callie huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. What the hell was Arizona thinking?

Arizona pursed her lips, suddenly overcome with determination. "I'm not going," she insisted. "I'm staying, and I'm fighting for you. Now, I know I screwed us up and hurt you, and after the crash, I wondered if maybe there was something better, but…" she paused, composing her thoughts. "There isn't anything better."

Callie's eyes shot up to Arizona's face.

"It's you," the blonde continued. "And…you are the best. You're the only woman I've ever really loved. You are my family. You are…the one single person that I can't imagine my world without."

Callie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her ex-wife still wanted her, and loved her, and…she'd loved Callie in the same way that Callie had always loved Arizona.

Then, she shook her head, sighing, "You're saying these things just because you're jealous I finally started moving on, and now you feel left behind. I don't need you to…" she paused. "I need to be happy."

Of course she did. That was all Arizona had ever wanted for her. All she wanted was for Callie to be happy. Now, however, she believed that she was the right person to bring Callie that happiness.

She was healed. She was ready. She was ready to spend the rest of her life making Callie happy, and she hoped her ex-wife would do the same for her. She yearned for it.

"I need to be happy, too," Arizona admitted. She had spent far too long being miserable. Everything was always so complicated.

But her love for Callie was simple. It just was.

"So you just came because – " Callie began.

"I'm here because I'm in love with you," Arizona finished truthfully, stepping around the table, mere feet from Callie now. Her voice dipped as she confessed, "I've always been in love with you."

She met Callie's wide, endlessly giving brown eyes. "I. Will Always…Love you," she emphasized. And then she prayed for Callie to believe her. She wasn't someone who prayed, but she prayed that Callie would see her and somehow agree.

Her eyes brimming with tears, Callie replied, "I recently realized you were the love of my life."

Arizona bit her lip, understanding the implication. Were. Past tense.

Callie reached out for her hand, a gentle smile teasing her features. "You still are."

At that, Arizona felt her stomach dip and her heart speed up in a way that was both unwelcome and completely familiar. After all, this was Callie. She was the one person who could make the blonde feel everything, but she hadn't in so long.

They kissed, and they didn't care about the people outside the room who saw it all.

They kissed, even knowing that being together wouldn't be easy. It would be worth it, though, because choosing each other was.

And – so long as they each chose each other, and chose to love each other – again and again – forever – they would be the happiest two people who had ever seen the sun.

They kissed, choosing each other once and for all.

And, this time, it was nothing like the first time. It was better. Because it was the last time.

They chose each other. They chose to love one another. Endlessly. Forever.