Previously on chapter three

"Hi baby," she tells her son before she kisses his head lovingly and addresses you at the counter.

"Hi to you too," you hear her say when she gets closer to your face. You don't dare to look up to see how close she is exactly.

She kisses your cheek. You lean into her lips a little more. It's not the kiss to the cheek you are used to, receiving it mostly from Callie nowadays.

It's longer, and you guess more honest. Maybe that's the right word for it.

Chapter four

Addison's POV

You can't exactly pinpoint the switch where you went from just you to you and Arizona. Not only with thoughts in your head, but also how you conversate with people, talking in 'we' instead of 'I'. You don't think Callie ever imagined this when she suggested for Arizona to come live with you for the time being.

Over the past week you realized that your good friend doesn't really like this new development. She's not that excited about you and Arizona getting along in the way that you are. But what did she expect? She almost forced you to take Arizona in, almost without any notice.

Arizona is happy in New York. You can tell that she's happy to see her daughter almost every day. She's happy that her daughter is ecstatic seeing her two moms almost every day. Sure, you can tell she misses some of her friends from Seattle, but you get the idea that by just being there for her like you are, you're making up for a lot of that missing.

And Henry helps. You're about a month into this new living situation and you don't even want to think about this routine changing any time soon. Henry is so used to Arizona being in his comfort zone. Who are you kidding? You are so used to being her in your zone. You're afraid of the thought that this isn't permanent. Because you can't keep her as a roommate forever, right?

She already seems so comfortable in New York that you're afraid she's ready to be looking for her own place any time now. Callie also suggests for Arizona to start looking for her own place.

It freaks you out. It freaks you the fuck out. Because Arizona belongs here with you two, right? That's what this arrangement feels like for you. Actually, it doesn't feel like an arrangement anymore. It just feels like it belongs. You think it feels the same for her.

You need people to stop suggesting for Arizona to live on her own. She's living with you guys and it's perfectly fine. You're a perfectly fine family.

That is what it feels like. Like you're a family. When you're getting home from work you know that she is there or will be there at some point, and it puts your mind at ease. It gives you something to look forward to other than greeting your son. Because he has to go to sleep at some point, and after that you were alone again.

Now there are evenings full with conversations and stupid movies that you've seen before but don't mind seeing again if she wants you to.

She's that comfortable with you and Henry that when she gets home she dares to take her leg off and be with you guys without. She dares to ask for help when she needs it.

You guys give it to her gladly. Henry doesn't know Arizona any better than without her leg. He doesn't really ask why Arizona only has one leg. He just sees Arizona as she is now. He doesn't know the Arizona before and after version. And maybe that's what's makes it easier for Arizona too.

When you're on the couch together watching an old movie there's a blanket over you both and somewhere around week six of living together your hand lands on her injured leg by accident. Her face changes in a look of horror mixed with some type of moan when you squeeze her stump to reassure her that it's nothing to be embarrassed about, caused by the terror on her face.

You look at her face intently to see if she really wants you to remove your hands from her leg. She looks a little surprised, but also kind of intrigued that you're touching her like you are. It makes you speak up.

"Is this ok? I mean, uh does it feel good or bad?"

"Uh, yeah good. In Seattle I used to see a physiotherapist to take care of my leg every week. I haven't really looked into it here yet."

"Arizona. You should have told me. I could have recommended someone. You shouldn't compromise on things like that."

"I know, I know. I was really planning on it. Because it finally feels like things are falling into place again. There's room in my head to look for one now. But I guess I really needed this, thanks."

She's blushing.

"I'll look into it for you tomorrow. Is there anything else I need to know? I'm here to help you with things like this Arizona. I could easily arrange these kind of stuff for you."

"Thanks, and I guess not. You'll be the first to know if there is. I promise."

Arizona's POV

It's not only that she's touching your leg like this. You don't get this feeling when your physiotherapist is touching your leg like this. And in technique that therapist is doing it better than Addison.

It's that she is touching you like this. She. Her whole perfect leggy self that is touching your stumpy leg like she has all the right in the world, and she's totally not bothered by the fact that you only have one leg.

You know she's a surgeon and that might help with the whole deal of not being bothered by this, but the way she's caressing your leg doesn't feel like she's a surgeon that's making her patient more comfortable.

It's not the first time she's touching you. During the last weeks there have been a few looks and subtle touches that you didn't expect to get from her. It is the first time though; that her touch isn't subtle.

This isn't a mistake. It isn't supposed to be something else. It's deliberate. And it's not just your leg that was hurt that she touches. Her other hand is placed pretty high on your good thigh.

You can't look her in the eye. You're afraid to find something you're not ready for. Not that you're not ready for her. Because over the past week you've realized something you'd rather want to keep to yourself for now.

You like her more than you should.

You're not ready to find out if it's the same for her. If there is indeed something going on there. But more than that you're not ready to find out that there is nothing there. That this is all in your head.

You don't want it to be in your head. So you'd rather pretend like this for a while. Pretend that these subtle looks, touches and even the deliberate touches have nothing to do with her liking you more than she should.

And you're not even talking about that fact that whatever is in your head, is even an option yes or no. Considering Callie for one.

She's just being your friend. Your roommate, your partner in crime where the kids are concerned.

The last one is an important one. You came here with the idea to temporary move in with Addison, until you felt confident enough to get your own place in New York. Now, six weeks later everything seems to have fallen into place. Theoretically it's enough for you to go look further.

But that's just the thing. You don't want to look further. You don't want to look for your own place, leave this house and leave everything that comes with it. Everyone that comes with it.

And the thing is. You don't think Addison wants you to start looking for a place of your own either. When someone at works mentions that they've seen a cute house that would be something for you to check out, or an apartment that has your name written all over it - and Addison is nearby - you find her changing the topic almost immediate, every time.

It works, this thing you have going on works. Of course the children are a big part in that. But they're not the only part. You like coming home to someone. You like someone coming home to you. Even though technically you guys aren't coming home to each other, you have to admit that it does feel like you are.

You're not just excited to get home from work just because going home means free time. You also enjoy getting home to Addison. Getting home to her cooking. To her house, to her son. But definitely also really getting home to her.

In your opinion it usually works like this: you meet someone that is absolutely gorgeous, and when get to know that person better, you see her more or even live with that person in the same house. As a roommate, or as more. And after a while she is getting less gorgeous. Don't get me wrong, she is still the same person, still gorgeous the same. But just because you know her better, the level of gorgeous gets 'normal' in a way. You kinda just get used to how gorgeous she is.

With Addison this doesn't add up. The longer you live with her, the more you get to know her, the more gorgeous she gets. It's sad really, the way you're lusting after a woman that is completely unreachable for you.

If there is one thing you do know about Addison it's that she is as straight as they get. No stupid jokes like 'so is spaghetti until it gets wet'. You're quite certain she's not getting wet by you, so to speak.

Mark Sloan, Derek Shepherd, Alex Karev, Pete Wilder, Sam Bennet. Especially do not forget Mark Sloan. Manslut Mark Sloan. The father of your child Mark Sloan. She repeatedly couldn't get her hands of Mark Sloan. No need to say more, right?

It's your brain talking. Because there are signs. There are hints that would usually be signs for you. You just wouldn't dare to trust those signs with her. And then again you're not even talking about what a mess it would be if it would indeed be the case. You don't even dare to think about the possibility of Addison Montgomery being gay for you.

"Did he go to sleep okay?" She asks you.

She got home late from work which means that you put Henry to bed. The first few times you put Henry to bed she checked on him the minute she got home. Now she just walks by his room to check on him when she goes in for the night herself.

"He went out like a light," you tell her with a smile on your face.

"Good. I can't even imagine that a couple of weeks ago I was doing all of this stuff alone. You're a gift sent from heaven Arizona."

You smile. Because it's nice to hear your presence in her home is welcome, even after six weeks. But those aren't the words you'd like to hear from her. You'd rather hear that you're a sight for sore eyes, or something like that. Just anything in that nature.

You watch the movie while she's massaging your legs under the blanket. At the end of the movie you feel yourself being woken up by Addison through a kiss on your forehead. Most lights around the house are already put out by her. There is slightly enough light to see where you're going.

After checking on Henry yourself you turn in and fall asleep quickly, entering a land where it is allowed to think about Addison in that matter.

A/N

They're getting somewhere. Just wait for it a little longer...