CHAPTER 27 - LULLABIES
Since Meredith and Derek were both working tonight, it left Auntie Amelia and her girlfriend on nanny duty. Of course, both women were quite happy to do so since it had been quite a while since they had spent a whole night in their company.
Since Arizona had the day off, she passed it with Ellis and Bailey instead of letting them at the daycare. They spent the whole day playing around in the garden since it was sunny, and at the end of the afternoon, they went to school to pick Zola up. While they were waiting for the bell to ring, the pediatric surgeon caught a glimpse of Calliope standing a few feet away from them, so they walked over.
"Hi."
Callie looked up from her phone to see her ex-wife. "Oh, hey Arizona. Hi guys!" She waved at Bailey with a big smile and moved a little closer to see the sleeping baby on her ex-wife's chest.
"Hi Callie!" he replied with a childish smile.
"Baby sitting?" The brunette asked to the other woman.
"We're having a sleepover with Auntie Amelia since Mommy and Daddy are both working. Isn't that right Bailey boy?"
"Yep!" the little boy replied cheerfully.
"Wow! Lucky you! Do you-" she was cut off by the school bell ringing.
Among the screaming children running out, Sofia and Zola headed straight towards the adults, hand in hand. After a few minutes of shrieks and miles-a-minute-spoken anecdotes about their day, both girls eventually calmed down.
"Do you guys want to grab a snack with us before Sof has to go to her dance class?"
Sofia's eyes sparkled up with excitement. She hugged her mother's knees and looked up at her with warm chocolate eyes.
"Can we? Por favor Mamà?"
"Please Callie?" Zola and Bailey both pleaded.
Arizona and Calliope both laughed at their attitudes.
"Sure."
A few waffles in their stomachs and empty plates later, Sofia's and Callie's time to go eventually came. They hugged everyone goodbye and departed. After cleaning up, Arizona found herself feeding Ellis her bottle while helping Zola out with her homework. Bailey was just happy to entertain himself in the garden and to run around with a sword toy.
Midway through her homework, the front door opened and Amelia walked in. Bailey threw himself at her with open arms and the neurosurgeon caught him, happily spinning them around.
"Okay Bailey boy, I have to stop otherwise I'm going to be sick," she said as she tickled his belly.
The little boy giggled and wiggled out of her embrace to escape her playful fingers. The brunette entered the living room and kissed her niece's head.
"Hi Zola."
"Hi Auntie Amelia."
She moved up to her girlfriend who had her arms full. "Hello babe," she kissed her lips. "Hello baby girl," she said tenderly, looking at Ellis with a wide smile. "You look like you're having a feast," she rubbed a soft clad feet. The baby stared back right at her and played grabby hands with her auntie's hair as she kept on sucking the warm milk out of her bottle. "How about I start dinner while you guys finish those math exercises?"
"You would be a gem," Arizona said lovingly and Amelia just had to kiss her again for being so cute. "I already took the dinosaurs nuggets out of the freezer."
"Alright missy, time to give me back my hair," she gently tugged on it and went to the garden.
Bailey was actively sword fighting with some wild flowers. Before she could interrupt him, she took her phone out and filmed a short video of Bailey to send to her brother.
"Munchkin, want to help me cook dinner?"
"Can I finish my fight first?"
Amelia laughed. "Sure dude."
"I had almost forgotten for how long babies can cry over absolutely nothing," Amelia whined as she let herself fall gracelessly on the bed next to Arizona, head digging straight into the pillows and making no effort whatsoever to move and breathe correctly.
The pediatric surgeon was already under the sheets and cleaned up her phone.
"You call that long? You should have heard Sofia when she was still a baby."
The brunette got rid of her clothes and wiggled her legs around in order to take off her pants, feeling way too lazy to get up. "Was she a big crier?"
"She didn't cry often per se," Arizona shrugged. "But the rare times she did have crying tantrums, she had Mark and her mommies in for a show. Nothing would calm her down. Nothing. It would go on and on until she'd fall asleep from exhaustion."
Free of her clothes, Amelia got her naked self under the covers and cuddled up with her partner to warm up. She tilted her head and puckered her lips for a kiss, which Arizona granted her.
"I have a hard time believing it. I think the only times I've seen her crying is when she's having nightmares," she yawned.
"Maybe she already shed all of the tears she had for this lifetime," Arizona joked.
A hand lost itself into wild dark locks, the fingers caressed her scalp and Amelia let out a happy moan. It was Arizona's turn to yawn.
"Let's go to sleep, babe."
The blonde turned the light off and moved around so the brunette could spoon her. Arm thrown loosely over her waist and cold feet tangled with her own, the pediatric surgeon went straight to sleep. In the middle of the night though, the blonde was woken up by Zola.
"What's up, sweetie?" she asked groggily as she lighted the bedside lamp up.
"I had a nightmare," Zola whispered anxiously. She was visibly nervous and self-conscious, playing with her fingers and squirming.
"Do you want to sleep with us?" Arizona asked.
Zola looked down, even more embarrassed than she did thirty seconds ago. "I wetted the bed," she whispered really low and Arizona could easily see that the little girl's eyes were watering.
She sat up on the edge of the bed and took Zola's little hands in hers. "Oh baby, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"But I'm seven. I'm too old to wet the bed."
A few tears made their way down her cheeks and Arizona brushed them away. Her heart broke in half at the shame and horror the little girl was exuding.
"Oh Zola," she took the kid in her arms and looked at her dark black eyes that reminded her very much of Sofia's. "It can happen to anyone, okay? It doesn't matter how old you are. If you have a really scary nightmare, it can happen. It happens to plenty of adults too. It's no biggie."
"Really?" Zola asked, rather unconvinced.
"Yeah, totally," a new voice made its apparition. Amelia sat up, holding the sheets to her chest and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "It happened to me too. And I was twenty eight."
Zola's eyes almost popped out of their sockets and Arizona suddenly had so many questions to ask the neurosurgeon.
"Did it suck? Big time, because I had to change the bedding in the middle of the night and I'm a lazy ass. Was it embarrassing? A little bit, not going to lie. But was it a big deal? No. I'm totally fine. Like Arizona said, no biggie. Okay?"
"Okay," Zola replied with a sigh of relief, obviously still embarrassed by the whole thing but a lot less than before.
"How about you girls go wash up and I'll change the sheets?" the brunette proposed.
Arizona grabbed her crutches from under the bed and followed the African-American little girl.
"Come on Zo', let's grab some fresh pajamas."
Pajamas and towels in hand, the blonde turned the hot water on, letting the bottom of the bathtub fill itself.
"Do you need any help, honey? Or are you good on your own?" the pediatric surgeon asked.
She knew Zola was old enough to take a shower without needing any adult supervision, much like Sofia, but since she had just had a nightmare, Arizona wasn't sure whether Zola wanted to be alone or not.
"You stay," Zola instructed her.
Arizona took a sit next to the tub so she could help Zola out if need be.
"Are you going to tell my parents?" the little girl was worrying her lips between her teeth.
The adult raised an eyebrow. "I'm not telling them anything if you don't want me to, but I think it could be helpful."
"I don't want to tell them," she shook her head strongly.
"Don't you think they could help? Just like your Auntie Amelia did?"
"It's not the same," Zola shook her head again. "Auntie Amelia knows what it's like. Mommy and Daddy don't. They won't get it."
Arizona chose her next words carefully. "Don't get me wrong, it's great that you can relate with Auntie Amelia about it but I think you should give your mommy and daddy a little more credit. Maybe they didn't have to go through the same… issues than you and your auntie's but they're your parents. They're not here to judge or belittle you. They just want to help and care and love you. No matter what."
"You really think they won't get mad?" she asked with her eyes looking down at the bottom of the bathtub and her voice full of shyness.
"I'm sure they won't, sweetie," she gently cupped her cheek, hoping to comfort her. "But it's still your decision at the end of the day, okay?"
Out of her bath and now in warm pajamas, they went back to Amelia's/guest room where the neurosurgeon, clad in pajamas, was waiting for her niece with open arms.
"Come here, Zozo."
Zola crawled into them and Arizona climbed behind her. Sandwiched between the two women, Zola fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
"Did you really wet the bed at twenty eight years old?"
Amelia looked surprised by the question. It was a rare thing that either of them actively asked the other woman a question about traumatic personal events. This kind of sharing - where they revealed such an unlovable and ugly part of their past, where they spoke about their rock bottom and darkest moments and showed their most vulnerable side to the other person - it felt too disrespectful to just ask, like an invasion of privacy somehow.
Instead, they took whatever the other was ready to give them. It might take time and they might have the story in bits and pieces at a time but it was just how their relationship worked. They didn't expect the other to be open about everything they had ever been through when they, themselves, weren't confident to do the same, or simply didn't want to share something they weren't quite ready yet.
The blonde didn't look curious though, so Amelia knew she wasn't asking out of pure curiosity but it was apparently hiding something deeper. So she decided to reply, hoping that whatever was bothering her girlfriend would come out.
"It happened a few times towards the end of my pregnancy. It wasn't really due to my night terrors though, it was more due to the fact that Christopher was a tall baby and that my bladder was the size of a grape at that point, if I'm being honest. But Zola didn't need to know that part, she just needed to be reassured." The 'just like you seem to need right now' hung into the air, unspoken. "Night terrors have their ways of making your mind and your body do things that you never thought you ever would," she half-whispered sincerely, her eyes bored into Arizona's as bad memories came back to her mind.
Amelia took Arizona's hand in her, interlacing their fingers and the blonde distractedly played with them. Amelia could see she was stalling time. Eventually, the blonde talked. "It happened to me."
Amelia squeezed her hand, hoping to comfort the blonde and encourage her to open up.
"After the plane crash and the leg… I had those really bad few weeks, hell, months, where every time I'd be asleep, I'd relive the crash over and over again. I remember waking up covered in cold sweat, crying and frantic, having no idea of where I was, having peed myself and hyperventilating. It was really scary and awful and humiliating on so many levels," she cleared her throat, trying to push down the emotions and the upcoming tears. "With uh- with time, it got better but I still have some bad nights here and there as you already know."
"You go to the beach," Amelia said with care.
"I go to the beach," Arizona nodded and gave her a shy, barely-there smile.
Amelia kissed the back of her hand. "I'm so proud of you," she said, truthfully. "You're a fighter, you wear your battle scars so proudly. I hope one day, I'll make you as proud of me as I am of you."
"I'm already so proud of you, Amelia. You're too harsh on yourself. You're always scared that you're going to fall off the train. Truth is, I know that you're going to fight like hell not to. Every day I pass with you, I grow more and more awestruck by how strong you are."
"Now, you're just trying to make me cry," Amelia kidded to diffuse the tension. The brunette was pretty bad at taking truthful and heartfelt compliments.
"Nope. Just making sure my partner knows how much she's worth to me," Arizona said sweetly as her thumb stroked the brunette's hand.
"I said stop," Amelia joked. "I'm going to get big headed."
"Like it isn't already the case sometimes," Arizona teased.
Amelia rolled her eyes. "No goodnight to you little fucker."
"Goodnight, my sweet little grumpy buttercup. I love you. And watch that potty mouth of yours, we have a child here."
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"No, I really don't."
Arizona was quite happy to finally get home after her shift. She couldn't wait to feed her hungry stomach and wash away the hospital smell from her skin. Moreover, both Amelia and she had the day off tomorrow so they could have a late morning in.
Only one step in their home and she could tell the atmosphere in there was very different from the usual calm Friday night she had been expecting to find. The ambiance radiating was far too energetic and far too lively for her tired self. As soon as had she walked past the threshold, she was yanked vehemently to the right only to be lightly hit by an unknown flying projectile in her left arm. Unprepared, she yelped and almost lost her footing.
Sofia was standing right in front of her, both hands securely wrapped around her toy gun but immediately put her hands up in sign of unfairness. She had her pajamas on and her still damp braided hair attested to the fact that she had showered.
"You can't use mommy as a shield, that's wrong!" she whined unhappily at the adult.
Still frozen in place, Arizona looked behind her to see Amelia, her brunette hair slightly disheveled and she was a little out of breath.
"I so can," she grinned smugly and stuck her tongue out.
"What's going on exactly?" Arizona asked, completely lost.
"We're having a nerf battle, mommy," Sofia explained. "And Amelia's cheating," she added grouchily and crossed her arms.
"Am not!" the neurosurgeon argued petulantly.
As the word battle registered in her brain, the pediatric surgeon glanced at her home and she internally winced at every new square inch she discovered. "There are projectiles all over the house," she said slowly, still taking in the state her living room was in. She then looked at her daughter. "And you, young lady, are supposed to be sleeping. Have you seen the time? " she squinted her eyes.
"Zona, it's Friday night, chill. Let the kid have some fun," Amelia argued.
"Yes, vale, mommy, it's viernes night."
Arizona squinted her eyes harder, both at Sofia and Amelia.
"Come on, don't be a party pooper babe," the brunette took the blonde in her arms, throwing her her flirtiest smile in order to charm her way out of trouble.
"You just want to keep going because you're winning," the blonde scolded.
"So?" Amelia said goofily and raised an eyebrow.
"You aren't going to be when we finish this battle," the little girl said sassily.
"Oh, okay. I see how it is. You guys can finish alright but you're the one putting her to sleep," Arizona replied to her girlfriend, knowing Sofia would not go down without a fight after having been this over-excited.
"You're the best!" the brunette said and let go of the blonde to high-five Sofia.
"Si, you're the best mommy ever!"
Arizona rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes. While you guys continue, I'm going to shower. Try not to break anything."
But she was talking into the void, Amelia and Sofia were already playing again.
When Arizona came out of the bathroom with her crutches, she was pleasantly surprised to find her home projectile-free, lights out except for their bedroom and Sofia's room, Amelia's voice echoing softly in the corridor. She followed the light and entered her daughter's room. Sofia was all snuggled up under her sheets, her little body spread on top of her girlfriend's who was reading her a story. The pediatric surgeon sat onto the edge of the bed, careful to not disturb them.
"Nighty nigh, sweetheart," she quietly murmured and kissed her daughter's forehead.
"G'night mommy," Sofia replied rather disinterestedly, her eyes transfixed onto the picture drawn onto the page in front of her.
"Don't I get a kiss too?" Amelia pouted playfully.
"Yours will be impatiently waiting into our bedroom," she winked teasingly at the brunette, whom smiled in response.
"Amelia, que dice please?" Sofia asked as her little fingers ran over the writing.
Arizona seized the opportunity to step out and let her tired body happily fall onto the squashy mattress. She was on her phone, texting April, when she heard footsteps so she put it down. However, she was surprised to see Sofia appearing instead of her partner, her cuddle toy protectively tucked under her arm.
She frowned, "What did you do to Amelia?"
"She fell asleep in my bed," Sofia replied sheepishly.
Arizona rolled her eyes because, of course Amelia did. She almost wanted to get up, snap a picture and wake her up so she could come to bed with her but she decided against it. If the brunette had fallen asleep, she was probably as exhausted as she was. Arizona didn't want to disturb her.
"Of course she did. Come here sweetheart," she lifted the sheets next to her up and beckoned to her daughter.
The little girl eagerly crawled onto the warm spot next to her mom. "Don't worry mommy, I put la cobija over her so she wouldn't get cold, just like you do whenever we fall asleep on the couch."
Arizona kissed her forehead and one of her hand gently caressed her daughter's tummy, soothing her and hoping to calm some of her excitement down. "Thank you baby. That's very thoughtful and nice of you. Did you have a good day?"
"Si! We learned a new poem at school and it was Samy's cumpleaños today so he brought candies. Then Amelia picked me up and we did my homework together so I'm okay for the week-end and then we played outside. Y luego we ate. We made ketchup spaghetti! It was soooooo good. I ate so much I thought my barriga was going to explode mommy," the brunette giggled and cuddled closer to her mother, melting more and more into her arms with each passing minute, her mother's smell surrounding her and relaxing her every muscle.
"Please, tell me you ate some vegetables or at last a fruit, starchy food monster," she poked her daughter's belly, electing a giggle.
"I ate a kiwi?" Sofia said finally, putting on her best please-trust-me-on-this-one-and-don't-ask-any-question-'cause-I'm-lying smile. Arizona raised an eyebrow suspiciously and Sofia let out a small sigh before muttering, "Vale, it was half a kiwi. But it still counts as uno entero because it was a really big one!"
"Mmh-mmh, does it now?" Arizona said with a bemused smile.
"Si. And Amelia taught me to check if the pasta is done."
"Yeah? And how do you do that?"
"You have to throw it on the wall! If it sticks, it's ready."
"Oh god, she's creating a monster!"
Gosh, Amelia and Sofia together was a dorky item Arizona had never imagined she would have the privilege of calling her family, but now, she couldn't picture her life any other way.
In what seemed to be the middle of the night, Arizona was woken up when she felt the bed dug beside her. Groggily, she tried to turn around but a hand came onto her arm to stop her. Eyes still closed, she could feel a few rays of sunshine shyly caressing her face, not bright enough to be disturbing yet. Not the middle of the night then, she concluded.
"Just me," Amelia whispered in her ear. "Scoot over. Sofia's totally starfishing my side of the bed and I don't want to wake her up."
The blonde scooted forward blindly until Amelia could comfortably get in bed behind her. The brunette threw her arm around Arizona's midsection and glued her front to her girlfriend's back as to not fall but also because she just wanted to enjoy the feeling of Arizona's body against hers.
"Mr. Turtle is nowhere near as comfy as you are," the brunette mumbled as she kissed the clad shoulder in front of her.
"Shhh, sleep," the pediatric surgeon mumbled back and tugged on Amelia's arm so she could melt further into the protective arms that had gone missing last night.
When the brunette woke up a few hours later, her arms were empty. She patted around carefully and her hand fell onto a waist way too little to belong to her lover, which only let Sofia as a possibility. She opened her eyes, mindful of the aggressive bright sunlight and she was greeted by two big black irises and a horrible case of bed head staring right at her.
"Hey Sof," she greeted sleepily, stretching out her every articulations, a few pops escaping here and there.
"Hola," Sofia kissed her cheek.
The neurosurgeon pulled her closer by her waist to cuddle back with her."How long have you been up, kiddo?"
"I dunno," the kid shrugged. "Not long."
"Where's mommy?"
Sofia shrugged again nonchalantly. "Dunno. She wasn't aqui when I woke up."
She glanced at the clock and noticed it was still pretty early for a real morning in. She also saw that Arizona's prosthetic was still there so the blonde must be near.
"Wanna go back to sleep?"
Sofia nodded eagerly and snuggled into her arms. If there was one thing that smelled better than Arizona, it was without a doubt Sofia. Childhood memories mixed with artificial strawberries and sunshine flew to her nose, faintly sparking up her maternal instincts.
And Sofia even felt as good as Arizona too. The way her arms were still too short to snake around adults properly, the way she fitted perfectly against her, not quite a baby anymore but still a child enough to be easily picked up, her innocent and delicate features enveloping an adorable and thoughtful human in construction inside. Sofia was ridiculously perfect.
Hearing footsteps, Amelia turned her head and saw the pediatric surgeon with her crutches walking up to the vacant side of the bed.
"Hi baby. Where were you?" she whispered as to not disturb the sleeping child.
"Restroom," she glided back under the covers and leaned in to get her morning kiss. "I leave for two minutes and I'm suddenly excluded from the group hug?" she joked.
"Always have a place for you, Zona. Come here," the brunette lifted her arm up and the blonde cuddled close to their daughter so Amelia could embrace the both of them. "This feels nice," she mumbled out happily, a smile on her lips.
Arizona bored her pale blue eyes into darker ones and brought Amelia's hand to her lips to kiss her palm lovingly. "Family time always does," Arizona replied earnestly.
Because that was what they were. Sofia, Amelia and her, they were a family. A loud, dorky, unconventional one but it was hers and she wouldn't change it for the world.
After her divorce with Calliope, Mark's death and a few flings here and there, Arizona had resigned herself to think that her family would only ever be Sofia from now on. She had already been married to the one and she didn't think she would ever find something like that again. The kind of love that Calliope and her had shared. That connection they had had, so deep and powerful and passionate that it had forcefully and tumultuously consumed them both alive until they had became just shadows of themselves.
That visceral connection that could be the best drug ever injected in your veins and send you flying so high you were becoming dizzy. But over the years and the fights, it had turned into the worst venom, painfully burning Arizona's whole arterial system. The kind of venom that had left her in cold sweat in the middle of the night, not allowing her to sleep, with her heart beating so fast with guilt and shame and so much ache that it had almost broken in two.
She had never expected or had thought her heart would ever flutter the way it had used to. She already had had her one great chance at love. She had a kid, she was divorced, her job was her life, she was slowly but surely approaching her forties, she was disabled and suffered severe PTSD... She had just resigned herself, accepted the fact that she would never find a relationship this strong and precious again. She had just thought she was too much to handle. Too much to be date-able in a woman's eyes. She had wished to find a partner again, she just hadn't thought it would happen.
Yet, here Arizona found herself, her heart beating strongly, butterflies in her stomach, knowing that if she ever find herself having a shitty day, it'd all be alright. Sofia and she had a new member to add to their family.
Amelia felt a heart skip a beat at the revelation, immediately understanding the importance behind those few words, and she almost felt like crying from happiness. She had a family. It almost felt too good to be true. She had people who knew her, knew her past and her struggles, knew about Ryan and her unicorn baby, her addictions… They really knew her. All of her and yet, Arizona and Sofia still accepted and respected her and loved her no matter what. She had a place where she could be herself and no one was judging. She had people to look after and people that looked after her. She even had a kid who looked up to her, something she never thought she would have.
The brunette smiled widely and her trembling lips and teary eyes made her look that much more beautiful to Arizona's eyes. She squeezed Arizona's hand and saw happiness irradiating onto her girlfriend's features. She looked at the three of them, all cuddled up into the bed.
"Family," the neurosurgeon whispered, as if tasting the word into her mouth, getting accustomed to it.
They stayed like this for a while, both of them staring lovingly at the bundle of joy sleeping peacefully in between them.
"She looks so adorable when she's sleepin'," Amelia said to Arizona.
"I think so too. So peaceful and so pure. I used to watch her sleep for endless hours when she was a baby, wishing she would stay this little and adorable," a hint of nostalgia could be heard in her tone. "She used to do this cute thing in her sleep. She would sometimes sneeze and her chupeta would come out of her mouth with the force. She would always pat around until she'd find it and she would put it straight back into her mouth. All the while staying deep asleep of course," she brushed a few strands of hair away from Sofia's face. "I couldn't believe she was mine. Still can't sometimes."
"I get it. She's the most precious thing I have ever laid my eyes on," the brunette said dreamily and she looked at the blonde. "Your butt is totally second place though, so don't you worry about that," she winked playfully.
Arizona looked at her with a serious yet fed up expression onto her features. She opened her mouth but before she could get any word out, Arizona's phone rang.
"You on call?" Amelia asked, her eyebrows shooting up.
"No," Arizona frowned and grabbed her device. Her brows furrowed at the name, intrigued. "It's Calliope," she took the call. "Calliope?"
The ringing seemed to have disturbed their little girl, Sofia woke up and stirred a bit.
"Hi there baby," the neurosurgeon whispered and softly caressed her back, letting her take her time to wake up.
Sofia's hands rubbed her drowsy eyes as a big yawn escaped her and she then proceeded to stretch her limbs. She looked around the room and saw her mommy on the phone so she climbed on top of Amelia instead.
"Hi," she replied back.
"Slept well?" she dropped a kiss onto her forehead.
"Si. I had mommy all for myself almost all night," she teased.
"Lucky you," the brunette playfully poked her belly which made Sofia giggle. "It's no wonder you'd rather sleep in here than in your room. Your bed is way too small. Do you know how I woke up?"
Sofia shook her head and looked at her curiously.
"My feet were dangling out at the bottom and I was getting cold. So I tried to wiggle myself up in my sleep and I smacked my head straight into your headboard."
"Hurt?" Sofia immediately asked, concerned about her step-mother's well being and feeling a little guilty to not have woken her up last night.
"Nah, I have a pretty thick skull so I'm alright. Probably have a bruise or a bump though."
The child laughed. She tried to hide it by putting her hands in front of her mouth but the little giggles escaping her and the sparkle shining in her dark chocolate eyes betrayed her.
"Oh, you think it's funny?" Amelia asked jokingly, a big smile on her face. "My pain is funny to you?"
"Lo siento," Sofia apologized, still chuckling. "Pero it's funny. And no serious pupas so it's okay."
"Wait, let me ask her. She just woke up," Arizona said on the phone. The blonde put her hand onto the microphone and looked at her two brunettes. "It's mama on the phone. She wanna know if you're interested in having breakfast at Wendy's. But you're too tired right?"
Sofia immediately sat up, making the bed lightly shake and even though she was fairly light, her little butt digging into her lower belly, and inadvertently her bladder, without any warning made Amelia groan out grumpily at the disturbance. "I'm up, I'm up!"
Arizona laughed at her sudden change of behavior. "I thought so. Go get dressed baby." She took her hand off to talk to her ex-wife again. "Sof's excited. We'll see you there in thirty minutes? Okay. See you," she hung up the phone and turned towards her girlfriend. "We better get up now. Sofia's going to be extra-fast to get ready."
"I'm only coming if I'm allowed to order doughnuts for breakfast."
"You are a child," Arizona chuckled and pecked the neurosurgeon.
Amelia deepened the kiss as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist, effectively trapping her on top of her into her protective embrace. Arizona didn't seem to mind though if the soft whimpers escaping her were anything to go by. Out of breath, Arizona broke the kiss.
"Isn't every adult just a child that reached their full potential?"
Arizona rolled her eyes and poked the other woman's belly. "Whatever. You're a grown ass woman, you can feed yourself whatever you want for breakfast."
"Mmh-mmh, whatever I want?" the neurosurgeon asked huskily as her two hands squeezed her partner's butt tenderly, her eyes leaving Arizona's eyes to land on her inviting lips.
Amelia captured her mouth into another kiss, more fiercely this time. Her thigh slid in between Arizona's legs and she carefully pushed Arizona's center onto it. The blonde let out a moan in both, pleasure and surprise.
Arizona broke the kiss but stayed close, her lips still touching the brunette's with a feather-like touch. "Stop. I know what you're trying to do and we don't have time."
But she let Amelia guide her down once more and tilted her head when plump lips landed on her left collarbone.
"You don't seem to mind," Amelia teased and her lips covered the silky skin in front of her once more.
"Sofia's gonna come back any moments," the blonde sat up to put some distance in between them, her hand resting on Amelia's sternum to insure that the brunette wouldn't sit up and try to persuade her. She knew the longer she'd let Amelia do her thing, the harder it would be to decline and since they really didn't have time, they would just end up frustrated.
Amelia seemed to get where she was coming from and stopped her teasing. "Fine," she grabbed the blonde's hand that was resting onto her ribcage and softly tugged on it to bring the blonde closer and met her in the middle for a peck.
Sofia barreled in the bedroom, all dressed up for the day but her hair still a mess, toothpaste smeared all over her mouth. "Dios mio, how much tiempo do you guys need to get ready?" she asked dramatically and climbed onto the bed.
"Let's go fix this bedhead situation of yours while mommy gets dressed. Wouldn't want mama to think we don't have hairbrushes here," Amelia teased and got up.
She couldn't help but gently swat Arizona's butt before following Sofia.