Callie's POV

The official results are in, like the ones from the blood test. I'm pregnant. I have been saying those words in my head all day for like three days now. It's so bizarre. I believed I'd have a planned pregnancy. I've put some thought into what I would do if I got pregnant on the job. There was always a clear answer. With my ex-girlfriend being the culprit, the answer is not so clear. Also, all the planning in the world has no true impact when things become real. As they say, things are easier said than done. You just never know the exact circumstances.

I have no real desire to tell Arizona. No. Especially if I do end up having an abortion. What would be the point then? You don't need to tell anyone about a pregnancy that doesn't exist anymore. I'm not sure I do want to have an abortion though. I'm not in a place where having a child would impact my life negatively. Yes, it would be difficult being a single parent. However, it can be argued that being a parent is hard no matter what. I have a stable job, money saved up too. I have a home so they'll have a home. The learning curve is steeper for me but I think I'm up for it. Plus, I have some time to get things situated.

If I were her, I guess I'd want to know. I would. Even if the pregnancy gets terminated in the end, this can be valuable information. This is so annoying. When Emma asked, I was adamant that I wouldn't tell Arizona a thing. She lost all right to know about my life. It's not only my life that I have to think about now. I'm adept with the concept of eating for two, but not with the fact that I now have to think for two people. My best interest, then the fetus'. I'm trying to distance myself from the word baby as much as possible. Not that it's working. I really don't think I'm going to end up having an abortion.

Adoption is the other option if I truly decide that I'm not cut out to do this. I don't know about this one. I cannot carry a child to then just give them up. I'd wonder all the time about them. No.

So it's decided. I have to tell Arizona. I'm thinking it better to tell her in person rather than my preferred method of, over the phone. Here's to her not wanting to be involved. God Callie, do you know who this woman is? I can't start to go over the different possibilities of how she'd react. Let me just tell her.

I should have deleted the messages between Arizona and me. All the negativity hangs over this positive news. I'm pregnant with your child and the kicker is I'm going full term. That's amazing. That news being amongst conversations about picking up my stuff from hers isn't great to look at. Anyways. Here it goes. Wanting to turn a new leaf I call her office instead. Texting would have taken way longer anyway.

You know I didn't even get to speak with her directly. No, I had to go through one of her assistants. I'm penciled in to see her tonight. It's only because whatever we have to talk about is so pressing. I hate this for me.

Later that day...

This is comparable to our first date. This feels like another beginning. I've had to stand at the door and wait to be let inside. It's not a long wait but a wait nonetheless.

When I'm let inside, I'm guided to where she is. The lady who let me gives us some privacy. Of course, she looks the way she looks. She should be in her office. This is a subtle reminder of our whole relationship. She is stunning, so yes I was interested, but work got in the way.

Let's start light, "Arizona, how've you been?"

"I've been good. You?" Do you think she can tell that I'm pregnant? No way. No one can tell this soon. Her gaze is so intense.

"I've been good too." A lie if I ever heard one.

"Why don't you take a seat?"

I oppose, "This could be a short conversation so-"

"Have a seat anyways," she insists.

Being on eye level with her shifts things. "Okay, I don't know how else to say this but just to come right out with it. I'm pregnant."

My statement is followed by a noticeable lack of verbal response. She crosses her arms and leans back into her chair.

"I-uh. I mean congratulations Calliope, she dismisses me. To then say, "But I know you aren't insinuating that I'm a party in this?"

"What? That's exactly what I'm saying! Why else would I be here?"

"Right. I can't have children," she shakes her head. "It's an impossibility."

"Well, now you know you can."

"I can help you if that's what you need." I know she doesn't think I'm trying to get anything from her. Arizona Robbins isn't the most prominent person I've slept with. Come on, she knows where we live. Why would I choose her? I wouldn't do this to anyone.

"Arizona, I want nothing from you. I'm only telling you this because it's the right thing to do. If you want not to be involved, that's more than fine."

"I'm sorry if you're misunderstanding the situation. If this is my child, I want nothing more than to be involved. However, the chances of this being the case are slim to none."

"Fine, just know I told you. Whatever you do next is up to you. I can't care anymore."

Arizona's POV

The timeline doesn't add up. For her to be pregnant wouldn't that mean she cheated? Or at least had plans of being with someone else right after we broke up. I don't want to accuse her of anything so it's better if I ask.

"How far along are you?"

"Why does it matter?"

I can rephrase the question, no problem. "While we were together, did you sleep with anyone else?"

"I come to tell you I'm pregnant and you accuse me of cheating on you." It sounds as if you're avoiding the question.

"I'm trying to keep an open mind here. I am. I may even forgive the cheating if that means you stop asking me to raise someone else's child."

She counters, "I'm not asking to raise any child, actually. Are you going to ever get over my past? I never gave you any reason to think I'd cheat on you Arizona."

"And I've never accused you of anything."

"Oh, there was that one time." Who could blame me?

Please make this easy by saying yes. The moment she mentioned pregnancy I thought to serve her with papers to prove who the other parent is. I'm glad I held out long enough to talk to her more. I question, "Would you be willing to take a paternity test? You may not care either way but I do. Please understand that I'm only trying to protect myself."

"I don't find It necessary, no." With that, she's on her feet.

I stand too, "Full transparency Callie, you're going to end up taking one anyhow."

She's now talking with her hands, "Is that a fucking threat?"

"I don't think it's healthy for you to get this worked up." I walk over and into her space. I don't want to raise my voice. "I get your anger, but please try to put yourself in my shoes. I'm only asking so that I don't have to go down this route."

"On second thought, you may not have to worry about my condition or a paternity test for much longer. I don't want this to be my life. I shouldn't have come here or bothered you. It's fine." This could very well be my only chance of having a biological child.