Epilogue
3 months after the fire Callie was covered head to toe in paint, Arizona was doing the bottom half, she was painting the top. There friends were all over helping too. Derick and Alex were in the bathroom fitting the extra large bath and handy grab rails, April and Meredith were painting Sofia's room, Jackson and Richard were painting the lounge, Miranda had taken over the lounge with 3 interns who'd also been recruited leaving Callie and Arizona to manage the study. There were nurses painting the hallway, residents painting the kitchen. All in all the house was organised chaos, Owen using all his military training had been put in charge, making sure the right paint went onto the right wall.
The house was perfect, 10 minutes from the hospital, in an amazing school district all one level, with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a large study. The kitchen looked like it was from a magazine and had Callie salivating the moment she saw it. The icing on the cake was the large chicken coop already in the garden.
Arizona's recovery hadn't been easy, the fire setting her back 2 months while they waited for her skin grafts to be healed enough so she could wear her prosthetic. Still since the fire and with the help of Alison she had let Callie help her. Alison helping to her to realise admitting to needing help wasn't a weakness. That holding her wife to impossible promises wasn't healthy and if she had been in Callie's shoes she would have made the same decision. That her anger wasn't with Callie it was with the universe for making the plane crash and most of it wasn't anger it was grief. Losing Mark, Nick and her leg in less than 2 weeks was a lot of loss, and she was allowed time to process that, to feel it. What she was not allowed to do was take that pain out on those around her.
Callie had also been working with Ben, she knew she had a fixing it thing, and desperately wanted to fix Arizona. But in this case her leg was gone, she was allowed to mourn its loss and the change that made to her life. Sure, prosthetics were great, and Callie planned to make sure she had the best around, but it wasn't ever going to be as good as her own leg. That her role as wife was different to that of orthopaedic surgeon, that sometimes it was okay to skip a physio, or not do all the exercises set, or take a day off all together. Callie when she was hurt had pushed through desperate to get back to normal, it had taken time for her to accept Arizona wasn't built that way, she had to grieve never getting back to normal but had to settle for a new way of life.
The buying of the new house gave them breathing room they could argue about normal couple things, instead of car crashes, plane crashes, and amputations. Instead, there 'fights' were more Callie wanted their bedroom painted red, the colour of passion, Arizona a light pink, Callie wanted Sofia's room painted green in a jungle theme, Arizona wanted pastel yellow. They'd compromised with a red feature wall and pastel grey walls in their bedroom and a pastel green with yellow border in Sofia's with animals on the wall. Arizona had her way in the lounge that was now a pastel blue, and Callie in the kitchen which was painted white keeping with the ultra-modern look. Both were satisfied their home was looking more and more like Calzona.
Arizona first steps on her interim leg were taken with Callie on one side her physio the other, her prosthetist in front.
Her first steps at work Callie was there, each new leg she could guarantee her wife would be there. Making tweaks and changing it to make sure it was as comfy as could be.
6 months after the fire and the news came, Arizona was pregnant, there first IVF try. This time she kept the baby welcoming Timothy Mark Robbins Torres on the 1-year anniversary of the fire. A beautiful blonde haired miniature version of Arizona. Callie determined at least one of their children would have her wife's eyes. Throughout the pregnancy both women had attended counselling together and apart, learning to communicate their hopes, dreams as well as fears.
2 years after the fire Callie had finally given in, it was Arizona's birthday and she knew what present she really wanted, while Arizona was at work Callie, Sofia and Tim had gone to the local farm collecting 12 hens and 1 cockrel for the hen house that Callie had arranged to have refurbished. Arriving home Arizona had been delighted, this was everything she had dreamed of and more, chickens, a house, a beautiful wife and as a bonus 2 gorgeous children.