CHAPTER 18 – WELCOME TO PARADISE
"Can we get some popcorn? Pretty please?" Sofia sweetly asked, pleadingly looking up at the two adults standing behind her.
Here they were again. On a date.
It seemed to happen more and more often lately, not that Arizona was complaining in the least. Quite the contrary actually, she enjoyed spending as much time as possible with either Amelia or either both the neurosurgeon and her daughter as a family. But honestly, it was getting to the point where it felt utterly ridiculous to not put a name on whatever had been slowly growing in between them over the last few months, since they had first shared their feelings. Don't get her wrong, Arizona wasn't one to care about labels. But when people asked her about her love life and she couldn't reply she had a girlfriend simply because they hadn't talked about it yet, it made her heart feel heavy. It felt stupid to not call Amelia her girlfriend. The neurosurgeon felt like her girlfriend. They shared a home, they raised their daughter, they had their own domestic routine…
"Going with the flow" and "doing what feels right" was nice and had obviously proved itself to be fruitful but Arizona felt like it had reached its limits. The blonde had been trying to work up the courage to pop the partner question for the last week now but every time, her voice had gotten caught in the back of her throat. She almost wanted to slap herself at her own inability. She felt like one of her sick teenager patient trying to ask their date to prom. Only she wasn't a teenager anymore, so it was embarrassing.
Since Sofia was with them this week, the three of them had decided to hit the movie theater tonight. It had been awhile since the last time they had been, and the huge grin that had appeared on Sofia's face when Amelia had parked her car made it absolutely worth it.
Amelia only then realized that the treat was a possibility. "Can we?" she asked, as excited if not more than Sofia and squeezed the blonde's hand.
"Okay," Arizona conceded and both brunettes squealed in happiness. "But no soda, alright?" she quickly added, knowing full well how messy they could get.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," the brunette kissed her girlfriend's cheek and bent down to scoop the little girl in her arms, settling her on her right hip.
"Thank you, mommy!"
"You're welcome, sweetheart."
"What kind do we want to eat, Sof'?"
"Caramel, duh. It's the best one."
"Yeah, Amelia. Caramel, duh," Arizona teased the other woman.
"Meanie," the brunette softly bumped their shoulders and the Latina giggled.
It appeared that Sofia suffered absolutely zero correlation between her sugar level and her tiredness, as her sleeping state would tend to demonstrate. As they had exited the movie theater, she had been overexcited, talking a mile a minute and skipping around cheerfully while holding both women's hands tightly in hers. However, the short car trip back to home had been another story.
Two minutes into driving and she was out like a light. Amelia glanced into the rearview mirror and saw her asleep into her car seat, her legs moving like Jell-O and her small hands holding her seatbelt, her breath even. She looked so peaceful and innocent, it felt like a crime to wake her up just for her to get to her bed.
"I've got her," Arizona said as Amelia turned off the ignition.
"No, I have her. You go inside and take your prosthetic off. Don't think I didn't see the way you winced every so often," Amelia said tenderly.
The remark, no matter how sweet the neurosurgeon had meant it to be, made Arizona furious and hurt. In the few months they had been together, Amelia had turned out to be a total angel about her disability. Never making her feel inferior, never doing things for her, letting her battle down her struggles and do things on her own… Never making her feel less competent than her because she was missing a leg. However, the words hit her right in the guts and she felt nauseous.
For God's sake, she had planned to ask Amelia to be her girlfriend tonight, not for a fight with her in their driveway. Guess life is funny like that, she thought.
"I can do it," she said bitterly and if Amelia hadn't picked up the anger from her features yet, she could definitely hear it in her tone now.
Not understanding what she had done wrong, she placed a hand onto the pediatric surgeon's thigh. "What's going on?" Amelia frowned, her tone concerned.
The first thing Arizona wanted to reply was "nothing" but she tried to shove her irritation aside. The brunette was trying to understand her reaction and avoiding a conversation out of frustration would do nothing good. Besides, truth held a very special place in their hearts. After all they had been through in their respective past, lying felt wrong. So Arizona forced her anger away and tried to reply as calmly as she could.
"Just because my limb is hurting doesn't mean I can't carry my daughter to her own bed."
"Oh my God, Zona," Amelia let out a sigh, almost like she was relieved but not quite, before caringly squeezing her leg. "I know you can. You do it all the time. Pain or no, you don't let your leg stop you. You never let it. But we're dating now, I'm not only your friend anymore. And I hate seeing you in pain like this, I want to help every way I can. And if carrying Sofia to her bed tonight can help, then I'll do it. Arizona, I know you don't need me to do stuff for you. But I like you and I care about you. I wish you'd let me help. Not do for you but help. That's what a relationship is supposed to be, isn't it? Loving each other and helping each other through this wild thing we call life?"
The blonde's baby blue eyes filled up with unshed tears as soon as the last word had left the brunette's mouth. She tried to quickly blink them away but to no avail, so she finally gave up and let them roll freely down her cheeks, a lump forming in her throat. Could Amelia be more perfect? Her ability to say exactly what Arizona needed to hear, the way her words soothed all her anxieties away was surreal.
Meanwhile, Amelia felt absolutely lost. One minute, they were fighting - admittedly a small fight but still - and the next, Arizona was crying. The neurosurgeon felt her heart cave uneasily, she had obviously said the wrong things when she had hoped to be comforting. Her hands flew to Arizona's cheeks, her thumbs softly caressing the tears away.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Please don't cry, baby. I'm so s-"
"Be my partner?" The pediatric surgeon asked, her voice hoarse and her tone shy.
The thumbs stilled mid-way onto her cheeks, frozen in place, too taken aback to focus on anything else than Arizona's words resonating inside her brain. The blonde seemed to climb down of whatever emotional mountain she had been on, her sobs subsiding slowly and her breath evening out.
"I-," Amelia opened and closed her mouth a few times, not sure she had heard right. "What?"
Arizona brushed the last few tears away with the back of her hands before gently grabbing Amelia's, softly squeezing them. "You just said s-so. We're dating and w-we're in a re-relationship. I want t-to be able to cal-l you my girlfri-iend."
"I-," an incredulous and blissful look took over her features as she realized she hadn't been mistaken and had heard Arizona right. "Yes. Of course! Like I could even say no, you big idiot! Come over here," she said and leaned over the control center, her arms open to hug Arizona.
The pediatric surgeon melted into the offered embrace, her arms snaked around Amelia's neck and a breathy laugh escaped her. Amelia was her girlfriend. Amelia Sheperd, bad ass world-renowned neurosurgeon, was her girlfriend. The blonde almost had to pinch herself to be sure she wasn't dreaming.
"Don't you dare go crying on me like that again without any warning! I thought I had just told you the jerkiest things ever and that you'd never want to see me again," Amelia said before burying her head into the crook of the other woman's neck.
"Will do," Arizona laughed.
They couldn't tell how long they stayed like this, smiling like the two biggest fool on Earth and hugging. Eventually, Arizona gently pulled away, her eyes searched for her lover's darker ones and she cupped her cheek tenderly.
"I like you so much."
"I like you too," they both leaned in for a sweet kiss, which proved to be difficult since they couldn't stop smiling.
"Gross," Sofa said sleepily with a grimace from the backseat.
Amelia jerked away from the blonde in surprise, her left knee bumping harshly into the center control and she gave Sofia a mortified smile.
"Oh, you're uh, you're up!"
"I don't remember asking for an audience Sof'," Arizona said with a giggle.
"Sorry," the little replied with a smile, clearly not sorry at all.
"Come on sweetheart, let's go to bed. We've been in this driveway for forever."
Amelia quickly circled the car, opening doors for Arizona and Sofia and helping the little girl out of her car-seat.
"Thank you, Amelia."
"Gracias 'Melia."
While Amelia was putting Sofia to bed, Arizona decided to take a shower, hoping the warm water would help with her aching limb. When she came out fifteen minutes later, wet hair up in a ponytail, bags under her eyes and pajamas on, she found the other woman in the living room, laying on the couch, two wine glasses awaiting for them onto the coffee table. Soft music was filling up the room, just loud enough to be appreciated but not loud enough to disturb their sleeping child.
"Come over here partner," Amelia called out with a smile. "Damn, I like sweatpants Arizona. She looks like a hot yoga teacher."
"Well, I certainly do feel like a yoga teacher after a full day at the gym and no stretching," Arizona groaned and let herself gracelessly fall onto the couch next to Amelia, leaning her crutches against the coffee table.
It was weird how easy it had been to switch from friends to roommates to dating to now partners. It didn't even feel like a switch, more like a continuity. The normalcy of it all was almost disconcerting. Both women decided to not over think too much and to roll with it instead.
Arizona let her head fall onto Amelia's shoulder, her eyes fluttered shut as the soothing and familiar smell hit her nose, and a hand strolled onto her thigh and squeezed it softly.
"Shower did any good?" the brunette asked and dropped a kiss onto her forehead.
"Yes. Not as much as I had hoped it would though."
"Don't move. I'll be right back."
Before the pediatric surgeon could argue, Amelia was up. She came back a few moments later, Arizona's muscles relaxant in her hands.
"Lay down and take off your pants, please."
"This sounds like the beginning of a very bad porn movie," Arizona teased but still did as she had been told.
Amelia sat down criss-cross, the other woman's limb resting onto her crossed legs. She took some cream into her hands and rubbed them together so it wouldn't feel as cold once on Arizona's skin.
"I think you and I would make an excellent porn movie."
"Yeah?" Arizona asked with a chuckle.
"Definitely," she said with a nod and her fingers softly landed onto the limb and started to rub the smooth flesh tenderly. "We're really good at sex."
"That I can't argue with. We're amazing lesbians. The fact that we're both surgeons and have great dexterity probably helps though."
"Nah," Amelia grimaced. "It all comes down to natural talent, Zona," she said with a smirk and her fingers focused on a knot she had just found.
"Guess at the end of the day, we're both happy costumers, right?"
"Oh, I'm definitely a happy customer. No complaints over here."
The neurosurgeon kept on massaging under Arizona's watchful eyes, the quiet music still playing in the background.
"I can't believe we're partners," the pediatric surgeon admitted dreamily. "I've been so worried about asking you that it feels like a daydream."
"You better believe it, because I plan on telling the whole world about it. Wait, is that why you looked so constipated lately? You were anxious about asking me?"
"I did not look constipated!"
"You kinda did," the brunette teased. "I didn't peg you for a pussy. But that's okay 'cause I like you and you're my girlfriend now," a huge smile appeared onto her lips.
"You are what you eat," Arizona replied with a smirk. "I like you too, 'Melia."
"Oh, so I'm 'Melia now?"
"I know Amy is reserved for Derek and Sofia calls you like that all the time. I guess I'm starting to pick the nickname up. Is that okay?" she shrugged nonchalantly, yet the other woman detected a hint of nervousness in her tone.
"Of course, baby. I like that only Sofia and you use it. Makes me feel kind of special, I guess," the brunette smiled bashfully at her girlfriend and she could feel the heat coming up her cheeks.
Arizona sat up, her hands cupping the red-tainted cheeks and her vibrant blue eyes found Amelia's. "You are special," her tone was firm yet caring and she leaned in to softly kiss her.
Amelia sighed into the sweet kiss and resisted the urge to let her hands wander since they were still full of cream and thus, sticky. The blonde pulled away slowly and giggled when she saw that the brunette's eyes were still closed. The sound made her come back to reality and her eyes fluttered open, slightly embarrassed.
"Leg better?" she asked.
"A lot. Thank you."
"You're more than welcome," she pecked the blonde, her hands still up in the air. "I'm going to wash my hands 'cause this cream is starting to get annoying. Can't touch anything."
She was drying her hands when Arizona appeared into the doorway, a self conscious look and a frown adorning her face.
"I'm sorry about our fight in the car. I hate fighting with you," she said awkwardly.
"It's okay. I just," Amelia threw the towel on the counter and leaned her hip against it. "You know I would never think any less of you because of your leg, right? Like I said, I just want to help because I care. I get why you're feeling defensive and insecure about it, but you don't have to be. Not with me. You'll always be my strong and fierce girlfriend, no matter what."
"I know. I'm sorry I over-reacted the way I did."
"Apologies accepted."
"Can we hug it out?" Arizona asked shyly, her fingers playing nervously with her crutches.
"Of course," the neurosurgeon smiled tenderly and walked up to the blonde to wrap her arms around her lower back, softly rubbing it over her sleeping shirt.
"I'm so fucking cold," the brunette said as she hurried herself to get under the covers next to the pediatric surgeon.
"Maybe if you would put some pajamas on," Arizona pointed out.
"You know I hate them. I'm too hot with them on and they're uncomfortable. Plus, if I put them on, then I don't have an excuse to cuddle no more," she pouted, her bottom lip sticking out.
"Come over here, you dork," Arizona giggled and opened her arms.
Amelia didn't need to be told twice and quickly snuggled on top of the other woman. "Arizona?"
"Yes?"
"I don't wanna just cuddle."
Arizona was preparing breakfast the next morning when she heard feet shuffling against the floor. Just as she was flipping another pancake, Amelia arrived in the kitchen with Sophia in her arms, her head was resting on the brunette's shoulder, her eyes barely staying open. The sight sent butterflies straight to her stomach and before she knew about it, a smile was on her lips.
"Look who I found in our bed this morning," Amelia said barely more awake than the kiddo and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She walked up to the other woman and kissed her partner good morning, "Hello."
"Hello my babies," the blonde greeted softly and dropped a kiss onto her daughter's forehead.
"Hola mommy," she mumbled around her pacifier.
"Now, this is a sight I could get used to," Arizona said to Amelia.
Amelia looked at her, puzzled, and her drowsy look made the blonde's heart melt.
"You, in my way-too big shirt, all sleepy and cute and my crazy haired, beautiful little koala in your arms," she said dreamily. "I could get used to it."
Amelia smiled at her as she took a seat onto the bar stool, the child on her laps. She wouldn't mind passing the rest of her life like this either. Cuddles, smooches, enough giggles to fill two lifetimes and something akin to love growing a little more every day in her chest.
"Me too, Zona. Me too."
After dropping Sofia off to daycare, both surgeons headed towards the elevators, big seemingly permanent smiles on their faces. Derek walked in just as Arizona had to get out.
"Hello ladies," Derek greeted.
"Good morning Derek. I'll catch you later," Arizona said and chastely kissed the brunette on the cheek as Amelia playfully but sneakily squeezed one of her buttcheeks.
"See you," she smiled toothily at her and the blonde couldn't bother to be mad.
"Well, don't you look happy today," Derek said as the doors closed.
"A few orgasms and a late morning in will do that to you, Der. You should try it sometimes," Amelia teased him.
"Why do I even ask anymore?" he said rhetorically, he really should be used to his little sister's antics by now.
Amelia ignored him. "We're partners."
"I already knew that?" Derek looked at her with a frown, confused by her exhilarated tone.
"Um, no you didn't," she frowned back doubtfully. "She only asked me last night."
"If you weren't girlfriends already, then what have you guys been calling whatever you've been doing those last few months?"
"Dating."
"Riiiiiiight," he didn't seem convinced but decided to not push it. As long as she was happy, he was happy. "Well, then congrats baby sis! You officially have a girlfriend! Yay you. Or should I say Gay you?" he said the last part jokingly.
"That was the most terrible pun I've heard in a while bro," Amelia chuckled nonetheless and gently swatted at his arm. "Seriously though, thank you."
"You did good Amy. Arizona's a great person."
"I know," she said lovingly.
Arizona had barely set a foot into the hospital lobby that she was promptly stop by Amelia power-walking toward her, stopping just in front of her and looking like she was in a hurry.
She gave her a small tensed smile and kissed her cheek. "Hey babe, got two minutes?"
Before the pediatric surgeon could even get a word out, Amelia was dragging her around by the arm rather quickly. Not knowing what was causing her girlfriend to act like this, Arizona silently followed, taken aback but curious to find out what was going on. The brunette opened the nearest on-call room door and as soon as the blonde had entered, she was thrown rather forcefully against it and the neurosurgeon was kissing her roughly.
Arizona moaned at the surprising intrusion but quickly caught up as Amelia's tongue broke into her mouth. Her own tongue found Amelia's and pulled her into a well-choreographed dance, caressing all the right spots she knew made the other woman's knees weaken. The neurosurgeon pushed her even harder against the door, her curves lying perfectly and deliciously flat against the blonde's ones, colliding together until she could feel her all of her partner against her.
The brunette broke the kiss as air became an issue and instantly latched out onto the blonde's neck. The tender skin reddened under her sharp nips and Amelia grabbed her lover's hands and pressed them up on the door, letting her no choice but enduring the sweet torture she was giving her.
"Wha-what's gotten int-to you?" Arizona asked breathlessly, already starting to pant at the unexpected but welcomed attention.
"I'm horny," she accented her point by rocking her hips fiercely against Arizona and her hand wandered under her top. "So fucking horny, it's driving me crazy. I can't focus on anything for more than two minutes. And I've got a glioblastoma excision in… thirty minutes," she muttered crankily, only now realizing how little time she actually had on her hands.
Arizona flipped them around, to which the brunette let out a shriek in surprise.
"I better be quick then," she smirked, her lips not quite touching the brunette's, more like ghosting over them teasingly.
She watched Amelia's face as her hand strolled into her scrub pants without any prompting. The brunette shivered at the touch and rocked her hips as gifted fingertips wandered all over her most sensitive place. Her darkened eyes fluttered shut almost right away, all focus lost as her mind became overwhelm by the pleasant feeling Arizona's touch was providing her and her mouth fell open in a silent moan.
"Wow, you weren't kidding. Someone really is turned on," Arizona said with a smirk, her fingers running across a really moist area.
"Fuck, your hand is cold," Amelia's hips bucked away from Arizona's hand against her will, due to the cold or to the anticipation, she didn't know.
"Sorry," the blonde said apologetically and pulled away. "It was freezing outside and I forgot my gloves," she approached her hands to her face and blew onto them to warm them up and wiggled her fingers around.
"Huh, huh, ain't nobody got time for that," the neurosurgeon was obviously disgruntled at the lost of contact. "Next surgery is very soon and I really need you to fuck me right now," she took the pediatric surgeon's hand away from her face and brought it right back where she needed it, a whimper escaping her.
"Well, when you ask so nicely," Arizona joked sarcastically but started back her treatment nonetheless.
Fingers ran along her slit and, once wet enough, travelled back up to her clit to rub it urgently.
"Fuck, yes. Don't stop."
Hips bucked once more and hands came to rest onto Arizona's shoulders, squeezing them tightly as the blonde set a fast pace onto her bundle of nerves. The blonde's mouth wrapped itself around her lover's neck and assaulted the silky pale skin in front of her. However, she was disturbed seconds later when Amelia started laughing instead of moaning like Arizona was expecting her to.
"What's so funny?" she frowned and pulled away to look at Amelia's face, her ministrations falling short.
"I'm so-sorry. It just fee-eels like I'm havin-ing sex with a snow-snowman," Amelia said in between chuckles and Arizona couldn't help but join her.
Eventually the laughing stopped and Amelia captured her lips into her searing kiss. She rolled her hips, silently indicating to the blonde that she needed her touch again. Fingers went to back to work, easily finding the sensitive bud once more. It didn't last long unfortunately for the brunette, since Arizona broke away with a laugh.
"I'm sorry, I can't. You said snowman and I can't stop thinking of Olaf in Frozen. I'm so sorry, this is so inappropriate," she said giggling, her fingers stilling once more.
"You're terrible. That stupid Olaf song is going to be stuck in my head the whole day now," the neurosurgeon unhappily whined with a pout and let her head fall onto Arizona's shoulder.
"I'm sorry baby," Arizona chuckled and dropped a kiss onto her scalp. "Sof and I watched Frozen last night."
"You should be sorry," Amelia pouted. "I need release," she grunted.
"Good thing I have a plan B then," the blonde wiggled her eyebrows.
"Plan B?" she asked and turned her head, still laid on the shoulder to look up at Arizona hopefully, not knowing what she was meaning by it.
"Time to get this mouth to work," she murmured raspily into the shell of Amelia's ear.
Amelia groaned at the sultry voice and at the confidence Arizona exuded. With the blonde's help, Amelia got one leg out of her scrubs, too impatient to take it off completely. The blonde knelt and as soon as had her girlfriend propped a leg onto her shoulder, she dove right into it.
The unexpected warm tongue was a nice change from Arizona's freezing hand and Amelia melted effortlessly into the touch, consumed by the feeling. However the blonde abruptly stopped a few moments later without any warning and pulled back.
"Time out," she said.
Amelia looked down at her with a look of utter betrayal. "Why did you stop?"
Arizona giggled at her tone. "Don't worry, I'm going right back to work. But I'm eating more of my hair than anything else which is really annoying. Do you have a hair tie please?"
Amelia took one out of her wrist and handed it to her. Arizona quickly pulled her hair into a messy ponytail and went back in, not stopping until she had the neurosurgeon's thighs quivering and her face contorting with pleasure. When the neurosurgeon finally came down for her high, Arizona hold her pant leg in front of her and glided it up as she stood up until the scrub pants was secure around her girlfriend's hips. She swapped her mouth on the back of her hand and took the hair tie out.
She softly pushed a few locks that had come undone from her ponytail behind the brunette's ears and let Amelia's breathing come back to normal.
"You better?"
Amelia nodded firmly. "Incredibly so. Thank you," she kissed her sweetly. "Promise I'll make it up to you once I've more time," she pecked her again. "Do I look okay?"
"As always."
"Sweet talker."
"I do try," the blonde said playfully and held the door open for them.
After her long ileostomy with Wilson was done, thankfully well after four hours of meticulous work, the pediatric surgeon felt like she could use a break. She stopped by the coffee cart and bought two drinks to go and some treats. She headed to the neurology ward and she spotted Amelia in a room with her patient and his family, obviously delivering good news judging by their big smiles and the hugs she even got. The blonde waited patiently by the nurses' station, staring at the beautiful scene unfolding in front of her eyes.
She would never get tired of seeing Amelia working. She was so passionate and smart and creative, there was no doubt she was born to do this. Brains were her reason to wake up every morning. She would sit for hours on end, staring at IRMs and scans, trying to find the best approach to whatever was going on inside her patient's brain. And she was always so proud and thrilled when she would eventually come up with a solution or a new idea. Arizona wasn't sure anything could quite rival with the way her somber blue eyes would come alive with such passion for neurosurgery. It was breathtaking to witness.
When the brunette got out of her patient's room, she saw her girlfriend a few feet away, looking at her with a dopey smile.
"Hi there beautiful," she greeted her.
"Hi. Was that your craniotomy from this morning?" Arizona motioned to the room Amelia had just been into with her head.
"Yep. Went so smooth we closed up an hour early. Is one of those for me?" She pointed to the coffees.
Arizona handed her the right one and a granola bar that she had slipped into her pocket.
"A coffee and a treat? You're the best girlfriend ever."
"I'm the only girlfriend you've ever had," the blonde chuckled.
"I don't need to test them all to know I have the best model," the brunette winked at her and one of her hand playfully squeezed Arizona's butt under her lab coat.
"Off, there are people here," Arizona warned with a raised eyebrow.
"Fine," Amelia conceded and let her hand rest onto her lower back instead. She took a sip of her warm coffee and moaned.
"That good, uh?" the pediatric surgeon teased.
"Yes. You owe me by the way. Big time. I got that horrible Olaf's summer song stuck in my head for the whole surgery."
"Maybe it was good luck though. Everything went good and you even closed up early."
"Nah, that has nothing to do with it," the brunette shook her head. "That's because I'm a brilliant neurosurgeon. My natural talent saved this man from imminent blindness and terrible memory loss," Amelia declared playfully with a wink.
Arizona's hand cupped her cheek and her blue eyes found darker ones. She confessed truthfully, "I know you're saying that lightheartedly but you're the damn best neurosurgeon I know."
Amelia squeezed her lower back softly and gave her a shy grateful smile. "I know," she tried to sound cocky but her fragile voice showed how much the few words meant to her.
Rationally, the brunette knew she was a freaking great neurosurgeon but working with her older brother all day long made her feel like they were in constant competition. Every bad or good calls she was making, as soon as she was walking through the hospital's front doors, were compared to her brother's. She loved Derek but it was tiring to live into her brother's shadow. Hard proof was the fact that she was still being called She-Sheperd or Lady-Sheperd by most of the staff even though they all definitely knew her name by now.
It would sometimes get to her head. Derek and she were both kick-ass neurosurgeons who liked to play it risky. But the cases they disagreed on, the ones they would usually end up fighting about and storm out of CT rooms, she couldn't but ask herself what if.
What if she was wrong and Derek was right? What if this aneurysm had in fact been too risky and she had just gotten lucky? What would that woman have become if Derek hadn't operated that tumor in her frontal lobe when Amelia had refused too, judging it too dangerous?
So to hear those few words out of Arizona's mouth helped her soothe that irrational fear in the back of her mind.
Arizona dismissed her vulnerability, knowing better than to tease Amelia about it right now. "I know that you know. I just wanted you to know that I do too," she shrugged it off like it was no big deal and kissed her cheek.
The brunette was thankful at Arizona for not picking up her susceptibility. She quickly got her feelings back in check, going back to usual self. "Just don't say that too loud. We wouldn't want Derek to get upset. He cries easily," she joked and Arizona let out a small laugh, glad to see the playfulness onto her girlfriend's features.