A/N: Okay so I'm writing this between two of my exams because I need a pick me up so I thought you guys could use one too!

Also, check out 'All in' by CalzoneOrCalzona I really like it. It's a highschool AU, something that I have been wanting to venture in as well, but it's two chapters in and it's pretty good!

From the reviews I understand that about ninety percent of you all want no divorce, so you know what that means? I'm going to write about them getting divorced :)

Enjoy!

Chapter 9

I quietly put away all the toys that seemed to have taken over the entire house. You would think that how many toys could a six year old need? And yet I wanted to go buy him more. Callie got an emergency call in the morning when I came to visit, so she let me watch Enzo for the day all alone in her house. Sof had already left for the day for school. Enzo was supposed to go as well, but his teacher gave everyone an off because she was severely ill.

So, for the entire morning and some of the afternoon, my son and I bonded, we talked, we laughed and had a blast. I just put him down for a nap after I gave him lunch.

Just then I heard the door being unlocked. That could be Callie or Sofia.

"Mom! Why didn't you tell me before that Mama was some sort of math wiz? I freaking nailed it! You should have seen the teacher's face!" Sofia stopped in her tracks when she saw me in the kitchen. "Oh, umm hey!"

"Hi, how was school?"

"Great, I got a 97 in today's math quiz, thank you so much for helping me out!" She said as she got herself a glass of water.

"No problem, let me know if you have any other doubts, we'll try to solve them together okay?"

"Sure," she said as she rummaged through the fridge. "Do we have any snacks?"

"Umm, I could make you something?" I offered as I started looking at the cabinets before spotting a jar of peanut butter. "How do you feel about PB and J?"

"Sounds good," she said before taking a seat on the kitchen island. "Where's Zozo? I thought he was at home?"

I was right here, why was she asking about me? And why was she calling me by my nickname. "Oh right, Enzo? He's asleep."

I plopped four slices of bread into the toaster before taking the jam out of the fridge.

"And mom?"

"She got a call"

Sofia checked her phone. "That's weird, she usually texts me if she has to go to work."

"Mom doesn't get a babysitter? Like when she has to leave for calls?" I asked. Sofia was twelve, surely Callie got a babysitter.

"Not really, I have the house keys and I can look after Enzo. I have been doing it for quite some time."

I gulped. "Right."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean that."

I shrugged. I didn't want her to feel bad. I was not there when I should have been, it's not her fault, just like it isn't my fault. "It's okay."

The toaster popped the bread out. I grabbed a knife and started putting peanut butter on one end and the jam on the other.

"Wait, no don't put the strawberry jam!" Sofia said as she almost hopped out of her chair.

I turned around and showed her that the jam I was holding in my hand was grape. "I know, the only way to eat strawberries-"

"Is whole. Anything else-"

"Tastes disgusting," I completed for her.

I saw Sofia walking towards me, nervously. "Do you not like Strawberry jam too?"

"I don't mind it, but ever since you were little you would scrunch your face and ball your fists wherever I gave you strawberry jam. But then your mom loves strawberry jam on her sandwiches so we always got two jars."

"You remember that?"

I closed the sandwich before cutting it half and handing one to her. "I never forgot sweetie," I said before I booped her nose. Sofia was maybe just a few inches shorter than me. Given that both Mark and Callie are pretty tall I wouldn't be surprised if in a few years she crossed me height. I took a bite of my own sandwich. Before I would never seek out a PB and J but after six years of not having it, it just hits differently. I closed my eyes as I savored the taste.

Just then, the door unlocked again and Callie came in with a bunch of files in her hands.

"Oh good, you are home," she said to Sofia before winking at me as she placed the files on the counter.

A simple action like that got my heart going again. And suddenly all my insecurities were back. What if Callie doesn't like this version of me? The version that had nightmares so bad that I woke up with bruises, that I screamed so hard that my throat hurt.

Suddenly, the doorbell went off. Callie looked at Sofia. "Did you call someone over?"

"No."

Callie walked towards the front door and opened it.

"Hello Dr. Torres," the woman greeted her.

"How many times do I have to tell you, it's Callie," she said as the woman hugged her.

This woman had long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and I didn't like the way she was eyeing Calliope.

"I made some extra lemon bars and I thought I'd drop some off." Callie took the box from her.

"Do you want to come in Rose? We could get some coffee?"

"I would love to, but maybe next time?" This Rose woman said before she leaned forward and kissed Callie's cheek. "We should plan dinner this week."

Callie nodded. "Yeah, let me know a couple of days in advance so that I'm not on call."

"Sure, take care," she said before leaving.

I saw Sof put her empty plate in the dishwasher. Wait, Callie has a dishwasher? Then why were we doing the dishes the other day? "I'm going to go upstairs," I nodded as I watched Sofia leaving.

I was really hoping to get some alone time with Arizona. It's been a week since she stayed over and she hasn't stayed over since. Barbara told me she had a rough night, that after her session with the therapist she was pretty shaken. I thought that she would at least tell me what's bothering her. Maybe she was waiting for the kids to be gone.

Well, there isn't any better time like right now. I walked back to the kitchen with the box full of lemon bars.

Arizona was laying next to the kitchen sink with her arms folded. Her eyes were glued to the kitchen floor and she looked deep in thought. I took a couple of steps forward and stood in front of her. God, I wanted to hug her, to touch her so badly. Finally, she looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I want a divorce."

What? Why would she want that? What was going on? I looked at her to go on but she refused to say anything.

"Are you.. Um sure?" I asked. If she wanted a divorce, if she wanted out of our marriage for the right reason, I understood that, but I wanted to know the reason. What made her come to this conclusion by herself.

"Yeah, I -I do," she said before she stubbornly marched towards the chair and sat down. "We can work out a schedule on when I get the kids and we can see how it goes from there."

I nodded. "Can I ask why?"

"Because I spent six years away from them, I am not spending any more time with them."

I took a deep breath, I needed to be the strong one, she asked me to be the strong one. "I mean why do you want a divorce?" I asked softly.

She chucked bitterly before raising her hand to wipe her tears. "Because you deserve to be with some perky blonde who brings you lemon bars, who doesn't feel trapped in her own body, who-who can love you the way you deserve to be loved, who can be there for you when you need her." Arizona hunched over as she started crying uncontrollably.

I rushed towards her and took her in my arms. For a few seconds she fought me, she tried to get away from me but I continued to hold her tightly in my arms and stroked her hair.

"You shouldn't have to deal with this Calliope!"

I let her cry all her feelings out as I held her. My heart was breaking. None should have to go through any of this.

"I don't want a divorce, '' I whispered.

She pulled back and looked at me. "How can you not! I'm barely around you anymore, I won't let you touch me. We don't even sleep in the same bed or live in the same house. Callie, you like sex! You get cranky if you don't get some and I can't, I can't even look at my own body. How will I ever let you look at me?"

"Yes, I like sex, but I love you," I said as I pushed her hair back from her eyes. "I know you have so many things on your mind, so many doubts and worries, but you never have to worry about me babe. I'm here for the long run."

"But-but you don't want a life with someone so broken and-"

"Arizona" I held her face in my hands as I looked into her eyes. "I will tell you this a million times if I have to. To me, you are not broken. To me, you are not whatever you have made yourself out to be in your head. To me, you are perfect and I'm willing to wait however long it takes until you start seeing yourself like I do."

"But, my body, my skin, it isn't how it used to be"

What? Has this all been about her physical appearance? Yes, I noticed the weight loss, the way her eyes lacked that sparkle it always seems to have, how full of life she used to be. But she has gone through something so traumatic, of course it's going to take her some time to be like she used to be.

"Do you think I love you for your body? Or looks?" I asked, but Arizona seemed quiet. "Sure, initially when the hot Peds surgeon kissed me out of nowhere, I prayed to god to help me see beyond the perkiness, beyond the 'I see good in everyone' and fairy dust' but when I got to know you, the real you. I fell so hard and so fast. I love that you care so fiercely for children, I love that when you wake up, the first thing you do is nuzzle impossibly close to me. And even though you left me for Africa, you came back for me. No one did that before. No one came back for me. I love you Arizona, for everything that makes you, well you. So, if you are worried about me seeing you differently, seeing your body differently, I want you to know that you are perfect in my eyes okay?"

Arizona shook her head. "Calliope, I have ribs poking out of my body-"

"Well it's a good thing that you married an Orthopedic surgeon isn't it?" I smiled. "We will workout, we will eat carb heavy meals, we will do anything so that you are comfortable in your skin."

"My therapist told me that it would be a long road to recovery."

"Well lucky for you I have all the time in the world." Arizona nodded against my chest. "Do you feel better sweetie?"

"I think so, a little bit," she smiled up at me.

"Okay," I hesitated before asking her the question I had in mind. "So, umm do you maybe want to stay over, again? I mean feel free to shoot me down but I really miss you and I know we are not sleeping together, but I guess I like knowing that you are upstairs."

"Let me call my mom and let her know not to pick me up."

I nodded. We were making progress. Arizona was coming back to me. We were finally making some progress in the right direction. Not only did I get to talk to her alone, I got to hold her in my arms after a very long time.

I walked behind the kitchen counter. "Were you making yourself a snack?" I asked as I started clearing down the counter putting the lid back on the jar of peanut butter.

"Sof wanted a snack so I had a sandwich with her."

I closed the jam jar, yup that's Sofia's favorite. "Eww, Peanut butter with Grape jam? I think I want a divorce now," I joked and surely I was hit in the back with a tissue box.

I turned around and saw a giant smile on my wife's face. She's coming back. She's finally coming home.

A/N: I think that was the best way I could bring up divorce and shoot it down immediately. Trust me, I love Calzona drama, I really do, but I couldn't bear to see them getting a divorce on the show and I couldn't do that to them here!

It's safe to say that I like playing with your emotions, I enjoy it!

Thank you for reading and reviewing! Feel free to PM me if you have an idea, it will help me crunch these out faster but as of now I will go back to being a burnt out college student.