I wasn't going to post this here because I have massive issues with this site and the censorship they're enforcing on everyone. The story is posted so many other places on the internet (that don't try and censor us!) and it would make me really happy if y'all would go read it at any of them - my lj, my AO3 account, my tumblr has links to all of them and my profile has links to any of those places as well (since the site here won't let me put links in on this page).

Anyway, whatever, enjoy.

Arizona Robbins knew before she opened her eyes that she was naked. The cool sheets under her hands told her that she was alone in her bed. Cracking open one eye told her that she was also taking up the vast majority of the mattress, spread eagle right in the middle. It was just so hot, too hot for clothes, or for snuggling. Shuffling toward the side of the bed, she was glad to see that Callie wasn't on the floor. At least she hadn't shoved her out of bed this time.

At barely two months pregnant, she wasn't showing yet but she was starting to feel the differences in her own body, one of which was an overly sensitive stomach that sent her rushing to the bathroom at least once a day. They might have a very picky eater on their hands. Relaxing back into the mattress, Arizona rubbed a hand across her still flat stomach. "Hey, bubba. How you doing in there today?" she asked of the child growing inside her. When Callie had been carrying Sofia, they'd both talked to their growing baby as 'she.' Now she was carrying what felt like their son. It was too early to know anything either way, but she just felt it. She was having their little boy.

Callie came into the bedroom at that moment, hesitating just inside the door with a gorgeous grin on her face. "You want some privacy there, babe?"

Rolling her eyes Arizona sat up, smirking at her wife. "You perve – and would I do that in front of the baby, Calliope?"

The brunette just shrugged, unapologetic. "I do that for you in front of the baby..." she pointed out reasonably.

Her eyes rolled again. "No, I was just waiting to see if the little man was going to make me sick this morning."

Full lips pursed in sympathy and Callie frowned. "He's still doing that? Be nice to Mama, little dude."

Arizona snorted and slid to the side of the bed. One of Callie's shirts was on the floor and she pulled it over her head, liking the way it hung just a little long on her. "Our baby boy is not a 'little dude', Calliope," she reminded her fondly, and not for the first time. "And since when do you say 'dude?'"

Shrugging, Callie watched her stretch. "I guess I picked it up from Alex."

"Where'd you sleep?" asked Arizona, yawning and tousling her hair with one hand. Callie couldn't blink lest she miss a second of her wife being the most gorgeous woman alive. When she didn't get an answer Arizona gave her a look over her shoulder, smirking at the expression on her wife's face. "Calliope, did I kick you out of bed or what?" she asked again, laughing.

"No, I'm just better friends with the edge of the bed this morning," Callie answered her, moving forward and wrapping her arms around Arizona's narrow waist, hands sliding under the fabric of her shirt. "How'd you sleep? I know you were hot last night."

Arizona snuggled back into her. "I'm hot all the time," she corrected her with a giggle.

Humming, Callie leaned in and kissed her neck lightly, hands starting to roam. "Yes, you are."

Sudden, loud footsteps made her hands retreat, withdrawing with a final quick kiss before little eyes saw anything they shouldn't. "She's still awesome at that timing, isn't she?" asked Arizona hypothetically, sliding into a pair of panties and shorts.

Callie caught her hips and pulled her back into her arms, face to face with her wife. "Yes, but she's cute." She took another soft kiss, smiling. "Like her mama."

"Mama! Mami!" Sofia greeted them as she tore around the corner of the doorway into their bedroom. She had Arizona's cellphone in her hand and held it up over her head as she ran to them. "Catch!" she ordered, jumping and trusting one of her parents to catch her. Hurriedly, Callie stepped in and swooped her up before Arizona had two children to carry. "Phone for you," announced the little girl, holding it up.

She'd been warned about answering their phones if she didn't see the picture of someone she knew on the screen – Tim or Teddy, Alex, or Carlos. "Who is it?"

"He says he's my Uncle Nick," answered Sofia cheerfully, fumbling the phone as she squirmed in her mother's arms.

Arizona and Callie exchanged confused glances. "Nick?"

"Who's that?" Callie asked, frowning and taking the phone. "Who the – who is this?"

"No, Nick is – put it on speaker," interjected Arizona quickly, familiar with her wife's protective tone. "Nick?"

"Phoenix, there you are!" said the man on the other end of the line. "Good work, Sofia!"

"Welcome, Uncle Nick!" Sofia happily answered.

"No!" Callie interjected. "You don't call him that," she ordered. "I don't know who you are..."

"Calliope, it's okay," Arizona cut in again. "This is Nick Jordan. We grew up together. He's one of mine and Tim's friends from the base."

He scoffed on the other end. "I think we were more than just friends, Flagstaff!"

Callie couldn't help it, her jaw dropped. The reaction made Sofia laugh, but Arizona grimaced. It was all the confirmation Callie needed. "What?!"

"It's not like it sounds..." Arizona started, eyes wide. "We were like family. Not – anything else." She scowled at the phone. "And you know that, Nick."

"You know you love me, Tempe," he returned smugly, not sounding fussed about her annoyance.

"Mama loves Mami!" Sofia chimed in sternly, matching her mother's scowl. The idea that someone could say anything different was completely foreign to her three year old mind.

Callie smiled, hugging Sofia fondly. "Yeah," she agreed in the same defensive tone, though she was playful now. She wasn't Arizona's first relationship, she knew that. And her own past included more than one man. And Arizona Robbins was everything a person could want in a partner... So she really couldn't blame this Nick.

"Yeah, speaking of that – you got married and popped out a kid and Tim did the same and you didn't call me?" Nick questioned. "I'm hurt!"

"You're the one who moved to freaking Tibet or somewhere!" Arizona countered. "We would have called if we'd have a phone number! Where are you calling from now? China, Brazil, Antarctica?"

He coughed, hesitating. "Actually, I'm at SeaTac. I could use a ride if you're free. Or Timmy. I called him, but his phone went to voicemail."

"He's a little busy with the twins. They're sick right now," Arizona told him, brows furrowing as she tried to work it out.

"My cousins," Sofia told him proudly from Callie's arms.

"That's right, baby," said Arizona, confused. "Wait, you're in Seattle? You're here? Why?"

Nick hesitated again, not speaking for a long moment. "I'd rather just talk when I see you. Can you pick me up?"

Breathing deeply, Arizona met Callie's eyes. She had a patient coming in this morning, and a department meeting after that. Alex could cover with the patient, but she had to be at the meeting. "I'll come," Callie volunteered into the silence.

"And me!" announced Sofia, bouncing against Callie's side. "I'm going too!"

"Nick?" Arizona checked. "That work for you? It's my girls or you can take a cab to the hospital."

He laughed. "You know escorted by pretty women will always be my style. And since I know your type, Robbins, I'll just look for the prettiest brunette I see with a little girl. Sof, how old are you, princess?"

"Three and a three quarters," she answered him proudly.

"Well, then I'll look for a stunning brunette with the cutest three year old on the planet, am I right?" Nick asked with a laugh. "I know I've got your number, Phoenix."

Blushing, Arizona glanced shyly at Callie, who was smirking smugly. Her wife had a type. Interesting. "Yeah, whatever," the blonde groused. "Has your flight landed yet?"

"We're touching down in about forty-five minutes. The flight attendants are giving us the warning to turn our phones off now."

"We'll be there when you land," Callie promised before Arizona hung it up. "So," she started after a pause, "you've got a type, huh? Very interesting." Arizona just chewed on her lip. "I think I might like getting to talk to this Nick," she teased. "And you're sure he's not a creepy weirdo?"

"No, he's fine. I wouldn't send you to meet anyone I wasn't sure about," Arizona answered with a shy smile.

"And how have I never heard of someone who was one of you and Tim's best friends growing up?" questioned Callie curiously. "I was under the impression you didn't have any ex-boyfriends..."

"I don't!" denied Arizona. "Nick was the last guy I ever kissed!" Callie's eyebrows rose and Sofia wisely squirmed free of her mother's arms, dashing down the hall to her own room. "And the first guy – the only one who mattered, I mean." She was stammering, fidgeting. It was adorable.

Arizona was married to her. Whoever he was in the past, Nick was not a threat to her, to their marriage, their family. The family that was currently growing by one in her wife's womb. But she had an undeniable thing for nervous Arizona. It was super cute to see her confident, collected wife lose just a little bit of that calm sometimes.

"I didn't know there were any guys that mattered in your history," Callie commented, still sounding simply curious.

"Nick doesn't matter like you matter," declared Arizona passionately. "Nobody matters like you matter and you know it."

Callie smiled, hand sliding over her wife's shoulder, up her neck and into her hair. "I know that. And maybe I'm a little surprised, but I'm not mad. We both have histories. We're together now. That's all that matters." Relieved, Arizona smiled back at her. "And not that it matters, I'm just curious, but did you sleep with him?"

Blue eyes went wide again. "Wha-no!" A hand slapped Callie's arm as the Latina laughed. "This is not funny, Calliope! I have never and will never sleep with any guy! And Nick is like my brother! We might have kissed once or twice, but it never went anywhere further than that!"

"I'm not accusing you of anything!" Callie caught her hand before the next attempt to smack her arm could land. "You've just never talked about this guy and now I'm finding out that you two were some kind of thing and I've never even heard of him, that's all." Arizona was chewing on her lip again and Callie squeezed her fingers. "Want to tell me the story? Or maybe explain why I've never even heard the name Nick from you, or Tim, or Mom, or the Colonel?"

Sighing, Arizona's eyes flicked around the room as she tried to gather her thoughts. She wouldn't hide things from her wife, she didn't want that kind of marriage, but the Nick thing had been... complicated. She wasn't entirely sure that Tim wouldn't punch the other man when he saw him again. And they didn't talk about it because it had been... well, complicated. "I'll tell you, I will, but..." She licked her lips, hand Callie wasn't holding slipping unconsciously to cover where their baby grew. "We were kids, Calliope..."

"He hurt you," Callie finished the statement. "Whatever happened, however he left, he hurt you." Arizona didn't need to confirm it. "And Tim wasn't crazy about that?" Timothy Robbins would do anything for his little sister, she knew that.

"It wouldn't have been so bad, we just never had time to fix it," Arizona explained with a deep breath. "Tim deployed, and I left for med school, and Nick got his first international assignment. Things just kind of fell apart all at once."

"Have you seen him since then?" Callie asked, ceasing her teasing and being sincerely sympathetic. She could see how much this meeting could hurt her wife, the woman she loved.

Arizona's head shook a negative. "Not really. Web chatted a few times, a few more phone calls, just checking in, stuff like that. Nothing in a few years." She mustered a smile and Callie could see the sadness that kept it from reaching her eyes. "He doesn't know anything about you." The biggest part of her life and one of her oldest friends didn't even know...

Callie nodded reassuringly. "Well, he will," she promised. "And I guess we need to have another talk with Sofia about what's not okay to tell strangers." It won her a real smile, blue eyes finding hers.

"I'm in love with you," whispered Arizona, both of them hearing Sofia stomping down the stairs.

"Back at you, gorgeous," Callie answered with a wink and a quick kiss. "Now, you need to get ready for work and I've got to make sure Sof doesn't take the car and go to the airport without me." She took another, slower kiss. "But we will all meet you at work later, okay?" Her hand joined Arizona's on her middle. "And my little man, you take it easy on your Mama today for me." Their eyes met and Callie smiled sweetly. "Hey, at least you can tell he's mine, right?"

Blue eyes rolled. "Yes, Calliope, I never, ever forget that he's yours," confirmed Arizona happily. If he wasn't Calliope's child, he wouldn't be in her womb. This would have never happened with anyone else, ever.

"When are we telling everyone that I knocked you up, anyway?" With her own pregnancy having the sinkhole to heighten their anxiety, they hadn't waited more than two months to share the news of their pregnancy with their family. And Arizona's pregnancy had so far been rough on her physically, but both she and the baby were perfectly healthy. They just hadn't told anyone yet, hadn't had time between their rambunctious three year old, Arizona running her department, and Callie's cartilage research being close to ready for human testing.

"Soon," answered Arizona, looking down at their hands. "Let's just see why Nick's here, maybe? Then we can deal with that."

"That's fine," Callie promised with a nod. "I'll page you when we get to the hospital, okay?"

"Drive safe," she ordered.

"You too."

Sofia was already ready and waiting at the door, hopping and trying to reach her coat on the rack. "Mami! Help, por favor!"

"Okay, I gotcha, sweetie." Callie handed over her raincoat with a smile and opened the door. "You get buckled in!" she called after her when the energetic little girl was off like a shot. "Just like her mother," Callie muttered to herself fondly. And there were no two people she loved more.

Nick's plane was on time and Sofia was thankfully sticking close in the crowd, standing on her tiptoes to help look for him and holding onto Callie's hand, leaning back into her mother's legs. She jumped when a man met her eyes and grinned, pulling on Callie's fingers excitedly. "Mami!"

"I see him," Callie acknowledged, free hand on her daughter's head. "Are you Nick?" she asked as he approached, easy, charming grin on his face.

"Calliope?"

"Ooh, no, Callie, please," she requested, wincing at his use of her full name. No one used that name but Arizona without her cringing. And only the man on that phone call could know that name. "Nice to meet you, I guess."

He gave her a considering look, not bothering to hide his appraising her. "I so pegged Robbins! You're definitely the most gorgeous one in this airport, probably in Washington if I know our girl."

Callie smirked. She could see already how he'd been best friends with the Robbins siblings. And she could see how confused, teenaged Arizona could have been hurt by him. He was cute, dark haired, blue eyed, and bearded, but if he'd let Arizona get away she had no sympathy for him. He would never get another shot to rectify that mistake. "Well, she had to get to work, so if you want to see her we'll just go straight to the hospital. Or I can swing you by Tim and Teddy's place if we can get in touch with him, but the boys have been coughing for the last week, so..."

"Hospital is fine," he interjected, shifting his weight between his feet. "I'm going to have to get admitted, probably." Frowning, Callie took another look at him. He was a little pale but seemed to be in good health. "You're an Orthopedic surgeon, aren't you?" Callie's brows furrowed. Arizona hadn't mentioned that on the phone earlier. "I know, it's creepy that I know that, but I Googled you. Actually, Arizona's name popping up with yours was just a bizarre coincidence."

"Wait," Callie interrupted him, still frowning. "You're not here to see Arizona or Tim, but me? Why?"

He had the grace to look guilty, at least. "Because you're the best Ortho surgeon anyone's ever seen."

"So what do you need from me?" Sofia was watching the interaction curiously but quietly.

"Come on, Callie," Nick said with a sigh, his weight shifting again. "You're a genius doctor and you don't even have a guess?"

Hands on Sofia's shoulders, Callie led them toward the luggage carousel. "Do they know? Either of them?"

"No," he answered her, brushing past the pair to chase his suitcase around the track. So he was sick, literally in his bones if he needed her help, and hadn't told two people who were supposed to be his friends. Nick was limping when he returned, his breath coming shorter.

"I'll get you admitted, get you scans, but you have to tell them," Callie declared, her tone cooled noticeably, leaning over to pick Sofia up. It was crowded with all the disembarked passengers and the luggage and she didn't want her daughter slipping away into the crowd. "I can't do this to them and..." And he shouldn't have either. But it wasn't her place to judge his decisions, so she didn't say it. And she was a doctor, she gave people bad news all the time. But she couldn't give his bad news to her family. "Ready to go to the hospital, baby girl?" she asked Sofia instead.

The little girl pouted. "Mami," she whined, embarrassed to be called a baby in front of Nick. "I'm a big girl!"

Callie laughed, bouncing her in her arms. "That's right, you are! You're getting to be a heavy girl too!"

Sofia's tongue poked out at her and Nick grinned. "That's totally a Robbins kid."

"Oh, you have no idea," commented the Latina with a tight smile over her shoulder.