A.N: This is a long one, folks. It was originally two separate chapters but I'm trying to get us up to the good stuff. Thanks again for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! You guys are the best!

Cynthia Rogers walked into Arizona's office and sat down across from her desk in a huff. "I don't have a plan."

Finishing up an email and hitting send, Arizona looked up at her friend. "What?"

"I stayed up way too late last night trying to come up with a plan to get Aria to talk to me. Or you. Or even Callie. And I don't have a plan. She was already in the lab before I got here this morning and she has one of her Seattle Pres friends guarding the door. He wouldn't let me in."

"Let you?"

"I know! It's my department! I work there too!" Cynthia spotted an unusual item on the desk. "Why do you have a University of Miami sweatshirt?"

Arizona answered quickly, "It's not mine."

The two friends looked to the door when a quick knock sounded from the doorframe. "Good morning, ladies."

"Calliope! Good morning."

"I wanted to apologize again for…well, everything that happened last night."

"Have you heard from Aria?" Cynthia asked.

"I haven't. I've left messages, I've texted, and nothing."

Cynthia sighed and looked at Callie sadly. "I need her to know that I didn't know about any of it when she thinks I did. I feel like the timeline is important."

Nodding in understanding, Callie said, "I don't think she's going to be willing to talk to any of us for a while."

"Foiling all of my romantic plans for the future."

Callie laughed. "I'll let you know if I come up with anything." She spotted the sweatshirt on Arizona's desk. "Oh! My sweatshirt! I didn't even realize you left with it." Callie reached over the desk and picked it up, missing the smirk that Cynthia shot at the blonde surgeon. Glancing at her watch, Callie realized she had surgery starting soon. "I have to get going. We'll figure it out, Rogers. Aria will come around."

Arizona waited until Callie left her office before dropping her head to her desk.

"You're at the stealing her clothes portion of your relationship, Arizona?"

"I didn't steal it. She gave it to me because it was cold out and I accidentally wore it home."

"Mmhmm."

Later that day, the three surgeons were sitting in the cafeteria for lunch when Addison sat down with them. "Ladies."

"Hey, Addison."

"What are we all looking at?" Addison followed their gazes to see Aria sitting four tables away, laughing and talking with Mark.

"I guess he's here for his interview," Cynthia offered.

Addison rolled her eyes. "I can't believe he's going to work here."

"He followed you across the country. Why would he just head back home?" Callie asked.

"I don't know. He's…Mark, you know. He's always been a little unstable. A little too smooth. Too much of a ladies' man. I didn't think he'd follow us here and be committed to anything," Addison said, rubbing her baby bump.

Cynthia dropped her head into her hands and muttered, "A ladies' man. Great."

Arizona laughed and rubbed her friend's back.

"Has anyone talked to Aria today?" Addison asked the table.

"We've tried. She's not speaking to us," Callie offered.

"She'll come around. I'm sorry for my part in that."

Waving a hand, Callie dismissed her friend's apology. "It's not your fault. It all comes back to me. I should have kept her private family stuff private. I process things out loud and she doesn't."

"Well, Arizona, as her girlfriend, can't you talk to her?" Addison teased.

Arizona laughed and shook her head. "You're terrible."

Cynthia grunted and tore her eyes away from Aria and Mark to shoot Addison a dirty look and noticed her making a face. "Addison, are you okay?"

Rubbing her belly, Addison nodded. "Yeah. Just a kick, maybe? Or a spasm?"

"…Or a contraction?"

"Maybe?"

"Oh my goodness." Cynthia stood and went to Addison, offering her a hand and helping her up. "OBs are the worst pregnant patients. Let's get you looked at, please."

"No, really, I'm fin—Ow!"

"Yeah, we're going." Cynthia started leading Addison away from the table. "Zone, California, we'll talk later." She raised her voice and called across the cafeteria, "Pretty boy! You're gonna want to follow us!"

Mark looked over, saw Addison waddling out of the cafeteria with Cynthia under her arm and bolted out of his seat to help the duo. Aria watched the three doctors leaving before looking at Callie and Arizona for a moment. Her face darkened and she stood up, throwing her trash out, and leaving the cafeteria out the opposite door.

"Well, that was an eventful lunch," Arizona joked.

"If you're going to go into labor, a hospital is the best place to be."

Arizona glanced over at the door Aria had just gone through. "You don't think…Mark and Aria isn't going to be a thing, is it?"

"Mark is here for Addison. They're having a baby."

"Addison is still married, technically. I'm just saying, on paper, he's a free man."

Callie looked at the other woman and squinted. "Worried he's moving in on your girlfriend?"

"I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

"I'm teasing. But why are you so interested?"

Sighing, Arizona admitted, "I'm looking out for my friend. I thought Cynthia was just being Cynthia and being flirty for the sake of it, but I think it's safe to say she's really invested."

"We have to figure out a way to get them talking."

"Should we push them both into the same on-call room and lock the door?"

"I don't think that's the best plan, but we can workshop it." The two women smiled at each other, laughing.

"You know, Calliope, you still owe me that celebratory drink."

"Have we not done that yet?"

"We have not."

Callie's pager went off, interrupting the two women. "Well, we'll have to fix that soon. I'll text you." With that, she smiled and headed towards the ER to answer the page.

Arizona groaned and rubbed her forehead. "That smile is dangerous."

Three days later, Aria spotted Mark at the nurses' desk holding a car seat carrying a baby girl and beaming. "Little Torres!" he called out. "Did you see what I made?"

She walked over to him and cooed at the baby, squeezing its cheeks. "Oh, Mark. She's precious! You did good, buddy."

A very tired Addison walked up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder, "You need to stop taking all the credit for her, Mark. I did some work too."

"Oh, uh…congratulations, Addison."

"Thanks, Aria. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I gotta go." With that, Aria turned on her heel and retreated to the Ortho department.

"I guess she's still giving the silent treatment."

"She's hurt, Addy. Let her work through it. Now let's go show off this thing I made to more people!"

"I just got discharged, Mark. I want to go home!"

On her walk through the hospital, Aria sighed deeply. She wasn't even angry anymore, just embarrassed. Her sister had a big mouth and shouldn't have told everyone what she had found out, but Aria knew that this was a big change for Callie too, and she had to process it just as much as Aria did. Just as she reached the door to her lab, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She was shocked to pull it out and see her mother's name flashing across the screen.

After some internal debate, she locked the door behind her and answered the phone. "Hola, mama."

"Ariadne! I didn't know if you would take my call."

"I still haven't made up my mind. Why are you calling? Are you okay?"

Aria heard her mother swallow and take a deep breath on the other end of the line. "I'm fine, mija. After dinner the other night, I called Father Kevin and spoke with him."

Aria rolled her eyes. "You can't pray away the gay, mom."

"That's not—I'm calling to apologize."

"Really?"

"Sí, mija. I should have been honest with you from the beginning. I know there were rumors in the family and they must have been very hard for you to hear."

"Mmm, harder now that I know they were all true."

"Ariadne. We never knew for sure. Your father and I…well, there was no way of knowing who was…"

Aria cut her mother off, "I get it, mom. I don't need details."

"The important thing is that you are my daughter. We always knew that without a doubt. And I should have been there for you the last two months. I should have stood up to your father. Carlos, I mean. I'm…I'm so sorry, Ariadne. I hope you can learn to forgive me."

"I don't know, mom."

"I understand. Before I go, I have one more thing to say. This Dr. Robbins—"

"Mom—don't…"

"No! I raised you better."

"I'm not even…"

"Cassandra Ariadne Torres, let your mother speak."

Even when she was upset with her mother, Aria had a healthy fear of disobeying her parents. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"I asked you if you were seeing anyone and you said that when you meet someone special, you would let me know."

"That's what I always tell you."

"But this woman—your," she heard her mother take a deep breath, "your girlfriend was sitting right there. That wasn't very kind of you. That must have made her feel very bad, hearing that you didn't think she was special."

Aria couldn't help but laugh. "I…But-" She sighed in resignation, "No, you're right, mom. That must not have felt very good."

"You should apologize to her."

"I will take it into consideration, Mom."

"I mean it, Ariadne. She deserves an apology."

"I hear you."

"I'm not saying I'm okay with it…"

"I get it." Aria took a breath. "I should go."

"I love you, mija."

"Love you too, mom." Aria hung up the phone and just stared at it in disbelief. She went over the conversation in her head again and couldn't help but laugh.

Drinks tonight?

Arizona glanced at her phone when she heard it chime and saw the request come in from Cynthia.

I'm free. Joe's at 8?

Hearing a faint knock on her office door, Arizona called out, "Come in?"

The door opened to reveal a sheepish-looking Aria Torres. "Hey. Do you have a minute?"

"Of course! Please, come in." Arizona stood and gestured for the other doctor to take a seat.

"No, that's okay. This will only take a minute."

"Okay." Arizona folded her arms and waited for Aria to continue.

"So…this is really kind of silly and pointless, but I just had a phone call with my mom that is stuck in my brain."

Arizona squinted in confusion and nodded at the woman to continue.

"She thinks that we're dating, right? So at dinner, I had said that if I met someone special, I would let her know. Which I said without thinking because, you know…"

"Because you're not dating anyone."

"Right, exactly. But if we were dating, that would have been a shitty thing to say in front of you. Implying that you weren't special enough to tell my mom about, I guess?"

Trying to follow the conversation, Arizona nodded. "Okay, sure. If we were dating, secretly, and you said that while I was there, that would be crappy."

"I said shitty."

"I work in Peds. I say crappy."

Aria let out a small laugh. "Okay. Anyway, my mom called me out on it and demanded I apologize to you. I know it's all fake, but I don't know, my mom still scares me, I guess, so I'm saying sorry."

Smiling and trying not to laugh, Arizona sat at her desk. "Parents are scary, aren't they?"

"Definitely."

"It was really impressive how you stood up to her at dinner. That took a lot of guts. Thank you for that."

"Oh, that was just, you know, being a good sister. Thank you for playing along."

"Still. Thanks for saving my butt."

The two women were silent for a moment and then they both spoke at the same time.

"I should go—"

"I'm sorry for—"

Aria shook her head. "You don't need to apologize. I hadn't processed everything yet and I reacted badly. I'm still working on it and it'll take a minute more, but you don't need to apologize."

Arizona nodded in understanding. "Okay."

"I'll let you get back to it."

Arizona called to stop her before she got through the door. "Wait!"

Aria turned.

"You should know that Cynthia didn't have any idea until afterwards. I'm the one who told her. After she left you in her office we worked on a case together. Long story short, she told me that you hadn't said what was going on. And I filled her in."

Taking a moment to think it over, Aria clarified, "She didn't know?"

Arizona shook her head. "Not until afterward. And she didn't ask me for the information. I offered it. It doesn't matter to her; she just wanted to be there for you. I thought you should know that."

Later that day, Ariwa was walking through the cafeteria when she spotted Allegra, Gus, and Sam sitting at a table with Owen. She walked over to the group and Allegra saw her first.

"Tia 'Ria!" The little girl jumped into her arms and Aria hugged her tight.

"Hey there, Little Bear. Hey, Owen." She leaned down to tousle the twins' hair and tickle their bellies before sitting down next to her brother-in-law with Allegra on her lap.

"Hey." Just then, Owen's pager beeped from his hip and he glanced down at it. "Aria, could I ask you a favor?"

"I'll watch them. You go save lives."

"Callie should be here any minute to take them home."

Aria nodded and turned to Allegra. "How've you been, baby girl?"

"I'm good. Daddy is going to live in Grandma Joan's house."

Realizing Callie and Owen must have talked to the kids while Aria was off sulking, she immediately felt bad about taking so much time to herself. "Is that so? What do you think about that?"

Allegra shrugged. "It's okay. I like grandma's house and Mommy said we get to go stay there with him sometimes."

"Your Grandma Joan makes really yummy cookies."

The little girl's eyes lit up, "Mmhmm."

Aria noticed someone standing just off to the side of the twins' stroller and glanced up to see Cynthia Rogers looking at her apprehensively.

"Hi, everybody."

"Have you met Callie's kids?" Aria asked.

Cynthia shook her head no.

"Guys, this is my friend Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Ms. Allegra and Mr. Gus and Mr. Sam."

Allegra giggled and put her hand out for a handshake like she was taught.

"Nice to meet you, Cynt'ia."

"It's nice to meet you too, Ms. Allegra." Cynthia shook the hand of the polite little girl and then looked at Aria. "We're friends?"

Aria smiled softly at the other woman. "Yeah, we're friends. I'm sorry."

Brushing off the other woman's apology, Cynthia smiled, "No need. I'm just happy to be off the bench, coach."

Cynthia sat down and noticed the homework on the table. "Who's working on their spelling words? Gus? Sam?"

Allegra laughed and pulled the book away from the silly adult. "No! They can't spell yet. This is my homework."

"That's some tough stuff. You must be a really smart lady."

Aria tousled her niece's hair. "She is. She's going to grow up to be a doctor just like her Aunt Aria."

Cynthia scrunched her nose and teased the other woman, "Or like her mother. Or father. Or any of her mother or father's friends."

"Is that true, Allegra? Are you going to be a doctor like Mommy or a doctor like Tia 'Ria?"

"Tia 'Ria!"

Aria smirked at the other ortho surgeon and shrugged, "What can I say? I'm pretty impressive."

Cynthia nodded solemnly, "Yeah, you are."

Transferring the little girl to her own seat so that she could keep working on her homework, Aria leaned on the table and lowered her voice. "I really am sorry, Cynthia. You were so nice to me, and I shouldn't have gotten that mad at you. I should have heard you out. It wasn't fair."

"Well, maybe you can make it up to me somehow?"

"What are you doing after work?"

"My plans are flexible."

A slow smile spread across Aria's face. "Have a drink with me."

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Mommy!" Allegra shot out of her seat and ran over to her mother, who had just entered the cafeteria.

Callie hugged the little girl tight before bringing her back to the table. "Where's Owen?"

"He got paged. I was here, so I said I'd sit with them," Aria answered.

"Oh, you're speaking to me again?"

Aria closed her eyes and then opened one to peek at her sister. "Can we just pretend that we've had the big apology talk and we're fine again?"

Pretending to contemplate the request, Callie watched her sister start to squirm. "No, but we can put the big talk on pause and we can be fine. We'll just talk later."

"Yeah, I think we have a lot to talk about. Owen's going to live at grandma's?"

"Ah, yeah. It's been an eventful few days. Want to come over tonight and I'll catch you up?"

Just then Cynthia cleared her throat. Callie noticed how her sister smiled when she glanced at the other woman. "I actually have plans tonight."

"Oh." Callie watched the look that passed between Aria and the woman across from her. "Oh! I get it. We'll catch up tomorrow." Callie clapped her hands and turned to her children. "Let's go, troops! Allegra, lead the way."

When the elevator doors opened, Arizona was surprised to see Calliope and her kids waiting to enter. "Calliope! Hi!"

Callie pushed the stroller into the elevator with Allegra following behind her. "Hey, Arizona. Allegra, do you remember Dr. Robbins?"

The girl peeked out from behind her mother and waved.

"You're being shy, baby?" Callie stroked her daughter's hair.

"She looks like Cinderella," the girl whispered.

"Yeah, she's really pretty, isn't she?"

A fierce blush rushed to Arizona's face at the other woman's words. She cleared her throat and tried to play it cool. "An early night, Calliope?"

"Yeah, just heading home to cook some dinner. What about you? Any plans tonight?"

"I'm meeting Cynthia for drinks later."

Callie laughed, "I think you're about to get canceled on."

"What? Why?" Just then, Arizona's phone chimed.

Can't do drinks tonight. LITTLE TORRES ASKED ME OUT. It's happening. Ohmigod.

"You must be psychic."

"I just ran into Aria and Cynthia in the cafeteria. They've clearly made up."

"So you spoke with Aria too? Is she okay?"

"Briefly." The elevator doors opened and Callie started out with the stroller with Allegra and Arizona next to her. "I think everything is going to be fine. She and I will talk more later."

"I had a pretty funny run-in with Aria earlier today, actually."

Callie stood in the doors of the hospital and regarded the other woman, making a last-minute decision. "Do you want to come over tonight and tell me about it? I know we said we'd go out for a celebratory drink, but I've got the kids. I can offer you a home-cooked meal instead."

Mind racing, Arizona contemplated the idea of spending the evening with Callie in her home. "Um…sure. That sounds way better than my plans of crappy take-out."

"Then it's a date." Callie smiled at the other woman and lead her brood towards the parking garage. She turned back to Arizona, "Come over around 7:30."

Arizona smiled and nodded, excited and scared. Did Callie say date?