Previously in chapter four

You smile. Because it's nice to hear your presence in her home is welcome. 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.

Chapter five

Addison's POV

Somewhere in the fourth month of living together with Arizona you hear your son's whining in the middle of the night. It's not like him to wake up during the night. You never had many sleepless nights with him, luckily.

So you're alarmed and go to see what's up.

"Henry, what's wrong." You speak to him lovingly, sitting on his bed next to him.

"I had a nightmare," he tells you softly.

"Oh baby. You had a nightmare huh. You're still afraid now?"

"Ye-ess."

"Can you try to go back to sleep?"

You don't stimulate him sleeping in your room.

"Nohoo mommy."

He looks at you with his bright blue eyes.

"Fine. Just for once okay?"

"Yess, please."

You pick him up and go to your room where you lie down with him. But when he's down he's still not settled.

"Where's Zona?"

"She's sleeping in her room baby."

"But I want Zona too."

You tell him that Arizona is sleeping and that you can't wake her up because she has to work tomorrow. You have to work tomorrow too, but he's your son. So you deal with it.

He starts to cry again softly. And you're sucker for those tears. Especially when he's this sleepy and vulnerable. Normally you're pretty strict but when the boy's afraid during his sleep, you don't see the harm in slacking on being strict a little.

"Go to her room then, you tell him."

You follow him reluctantly. How the hell are you going about this? You can't believe that your son is about to suggest for you guys to sleep together, the three of you. You wait a little longer before you go after him because you want her to be awake when you walk into her room, and for your son to explain this deal to her. You're not going to ask her. You're just not.

By the time you get to her room your son is already snuggled into her side and she's talking to him with a hoarse voice, full of sleep.

"What was your dream about." She asks your son.

He doesn't really answer her. And she gets why.

"You don't want to talk about it, huh?"

She puts her hand on the space next to her and your son, and it's clear that she knows why you're there and that you two aren't leaving her bed tonight.

That's how you all end up in the spare bedroom that night.

Arizona is stroking your son's hair lovingly. You do the same with his back. He falls asleep fairly easy because of it.

All the time her eyes are open and never leave yours when you're both on your sides. Henry's breathing has been even for a while now. She stops caressing his hair and finds your hand on his side.

She links your fingers and keeps looking in your eyes. Probably to see how you'll react. You're not reacting at all, at least not in the way she's afraid of. You're not going to get your hand back or move it away. Not just because you're aware that she's afraid you will, mostly because you don't want to get your hand back. You want your hand linked with hers like it is.

The woman you're next to has been nothing but supportive of you since she got here and instead of making her life better, she's been bettering yours in a way you can't begin to describe to anyone without raising the suspicion of there being a little more to it.

And maybe there is more. You're not even talking about the fact that you're liking her more than just a friend. You're talking about the fact that she's holding your hand right now. Because she is, but it's not because she likes you or you like her. Even though you don't dare to state that she really likes you.

She's holding your hand because what you guys are doing here feels like you're raising him together. If anything you should feel threatened by her. Normally, and in the past, you have been threatened by people that got close to him. And they didn't come as close to him as Arizona, by far.

But you're not. You find yourself wanting to share this with her. Wanting to share him with her.

You began working a couple of late evening shifts every now and then. Normally you would have flipped out over working those, seeing as it's not the ideal situation with Henry at home.

But now that Arizona is here you find yourself able to leave him for half a night every now and then. It makes people at the hospital happy.

When you're working these shifts you usually come home to those two being out cold in your bed. The first night it happened you asked Arizona about it the next morning.

Apparently, Henry missed you and wanted to be close to you. The only way to get close to you was for Arizona to suggest for him to sleep in your bed. But of course she wasn't allowed to leave him either. So that's how they ended up together in your bed that night, and practically every time you work a such shift.

The first time waking up like that was a little awkward. Henry was already out of bed, and during the night Arizona and you got a lot closer then when you slipped into your bed. Before she realized it was you who she's waking up with, she only snuggled closer when she felt you trying to move away.

TWO MONTHS LATER (6 months of living together)

Arizona's POV

"Henry, please clean up your toys before you go play in your room. It's a mess and I don't want your mom coming home like this."

Regardless of Arizona's comments, Henry walks to his room without cleaning up his stuff in the living room.

It's been like this for a while. Arizona cleaning up after Henry because she doesn't want Addison coming home in a messy house.

You really want to do this right, because you want this 'arrangement' to work. You don't want to leave Henry and Addison, so you don't want to give Addison the impression that this isn't working any longer.

Because it is working. Or at least it was, until Henry got a little more stubborn with you. So, you've been cleaning up after him for about a week now. And to be honest: Addison is way better than you in setting him straight. Maybe it's because she is indeed his mother.

Maybe it's because you feel like if you do, you're overstepping. Anyway, the boy is clearly testing his boundaries with you. Seeing how far he can take this until you snap.

And you're about to.

You go up to his room to tell him once again that he needs to clean up his act before his mother comes home. And he needs to do it fast, because she's about to any minute now.

"Henry, can you come with me to the living room for one minute," you ask him. You want him out of his bedroom first.

He walks back to the living room with you reluctantly.

You're standing by the kitchen counter and tell him once again what you've just told him.

"I asked you to clean up before you went to play in your bedroom. Your mother is coming home any minute now. And frankly, I just can't keep cleaning up after you. You're a big boy, you know how to do it. You can do it yourself."

When he's stepping away as if he's just going to ignore you and walk back to his bedroom, you grab his wrist lightly. Just to get him to look at you again. To not let him slip away.

He's not in for it. When he turns around, he clenches his fists together and shouts at you.

"You're not my mom. You can't tell me what to do."

It hurts. What you feel is clearly hurt. You recognize it immediately. You've been there too many times before.

You didn't hear the door open. You didn't register Addison coming in to witness her son's outburst against you.

You just stand there.

Hurting.

Addison's POV

You can't wait for this day to be over and go home to Arizona and Henry. You know that at some point you need to address these kinds of feelings about going home to her. You fully realize that going home to her means much more than the simple fact that she lives with you and therefore you are by fact coming home to her.

Noises. You can hear the noises from right outside the apartment. And they aren't good. It seems as if Arizona and Henry are having an argument, or at least Arizona seems pissed with Henry. Something you haven't witnessed in the six months you've lived together.

They don't hear you coming in. Or at least Arizona doesn't. Henry seems to acknowledge you for a split second before you hear him shout at the blonde woman.

"You're not my mom. You can't tell me what to do."

He runs away to his bedroom.

You stand there for a few seconds. This is not the son you know.

This is not how you raised him to be.

You look at Arizona.

She is standing at the counter, with her hands holding her up for support. Her head bowed down. You don't think she notices you, still.

You don't want to leave her like this, but first you have to go after your son and speak to him about what you just saw.

Trying not the think about your fears. Your fear for him telling you those exact same words somewhere in the future. When he fully realizes that you didn't give birth to him.

You tell him that what he just said to Arizona was completely unacceptable and you expect him to stay in his room tonight. You tell him to think about what he's said and what Arizona means to him. You also expect him to apologize to Arizona profoundly the next morning.

You get back to her as soon as possible.

She's still at the counter, visibly shaking now. It's clear that she's crying.

You try to approach her as cautious as you can. But when her body shakes some more you wrap your arms around her waist from behind and hug her close to your body.

"Sshh, it's alright," you tell her with your face close to her ear.

Even though she's still sobbing, it's clear that she accepts your body so close to her. She's leaning into you more.

"I'm sorry," she tells you.

"You don't have to be sorry about anything, Arizona." You state clearly so that she really hears you when you're telling her this.

"But, but. He's right," she tells you.

"What do you mean, he's right? He has no right to speak to you like that."

"But I'm not his mother. I shouldn't." She starts to sob harder.

You turn her around in your arms and you back her up against the counter. You need to look at her and she really needs to hear you when you say this.

"No, you're not his mother. But that doesn't give him the right to yell at you for it."

"But, I'm not. I shouldn't even be crying. God. This is embarrassing. I swear I'm not trying to overstep or anything. It just... I don't know."

"It hurts," you state.

From a state of fear for what is possibly to come in the future you can relate to what she feels right now.

"But it shouldn't hurt. I have to right for it to hurt. He's only stating the obvious fact here."

"Babe," you tell her. You don't know where that came from. Actually, you do know. But you weren't planning on using the word in anything other than your dreams about her. Saying it right now doesn't feel that weird though. This moment feels intimate enough for the word to be in place.

"You are not his mother. He is right about that. But also, he's not. Because you and I both know that you'd do everything for that boy. Just like a mother would. Just like I do."

"But I'm not trying to overstep. I don't want you to think that I'm trying to be his mother."

"I know you're not. If it were anyone else instead of you I'd be worried, yes. Because you and him are so, so close. Sometimes I wonder if I can even get between you guys. But you're not trying to get me out of the way. If anything, you're only trying to keep me happy. I can see that."

"I'm not an idiot Arizona. I know you've been cleaning up his crap for over a week now."

You lean into her more. You need her to know that what is happening here, is okay with you. Her getting close to him, but you also want to get closer to her.

The tears are still visible on her cheeks. You lean in to kiss her cheeks, to kiss her tears. You don't know where you get the guts from, but you kiss her face everywhere. Secretly taking advantage of this situation, which gives you the opportunity to get so close to her, without raising too much suspicion.

"I know you're not his mother. But I don't mind you being so close to him. We're kind of raising him together," you tell her before you grab her hands and put them behind your neck.

Your hands cup her face and you move your lips closer to her lips slowly. You've giving her time to back out.

You're giving her time to think about what you just said. What it means. Even though you're not entirely sure yourself what it means.

Her lips. Your lips touch her lips. It's too late to back out now.

You didn't plan this.

It's a soft kiss if anything else. And even then coursing through your body is all sexual tention for Arizona Robbins.

But this kiss. This kiss isn't sexual at all. It's loving. And it's meaningful. It's saying that what you just told her, is the truth.

Nothing more.

Well, a lot more.

But that's for another time.

There is time.

A/N

So sorry to leave it like this. Well, I'm not actually. This is very much planned. Are you guys looking forward to chapter six as much as I am?