Amelia POV
It's friday night and Arizona is working so I have Sofia for the evening. I am waiting in the playground for her to be released for the weekend when I am approached by another parent.
"Dr Shepherd right? Zola's aunt?" She asks curiously.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, do we know each other?" I respond. Her sudden approach making me feel a little uneasy. I'm not sure why but there is something strange about her.
"I'm Charlie's mom, he's in Zola's class. I've seen you around." I raise an eyebrow, feeling more uncomfortable by the moment. "Sorry, that sounded weird. I mean I've seen you picking her up sometimes. It's rare to see people who aren't parents or grandparents picking kids up. You must be close with her."
"I guess."
"Sorry, I feel like I creeped you out with the interrogation. I was actually coming over to see if you wanted to get dinner sometime?" Suddenly the weird exchange between us begins to make sense.
"I'm sorry, I'm actually in a relationship. I uh- I'm actually not here to pick Zola up, I'm collecting my girlfriends daughter. Speaking of, here she comes." I say giving an awkward smile and moving away from the other woman. "Hi Sof! Good day at school?" I ask as she slips her hand into mine. By the time I look back up the other woman had sauntered away and is facing in the other direction. I feel a sudden urge to message Arizona, inform her of the situation. I pull out her phone and send a quick text, telling her to call me when she is on her break, making sure to be clear it wasn't urgent before myself and Sofia make our way home.
As we are walking through the door my phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. Sofia runs straight to her room so I close the door and move to answer my phone.
"Hey Amy, everything alright?" Arizona asks, despite me having already told her in my message it wasn't important.
"Yeah, I just had a strange experience when I picked Sofia up." I hint, using my shoulder to hold my phone to my ear.
"Strange in what way?"
"One of the Mom's started talking to me, then asked me out on a date. Can you believe that? I obviously turned her down and said I was taken, but then things got even weirder… As soon as she saw I was picking Sofia up she freaked out and disappeared." I explain, repeating the events in my head.
"I can definitely believe that, you're hot. You're a fine specimen and I'm glad you're mine." I laugh at her compliments, but the confusion of what happened is still fresh in my brain.
"I'm definitely yours. But she seemed freaked out about Sofia."
"Are you sure she wasn't just embarrassed about hitting on a taken woman?"
"No, it seemed like more."
"Do you know her name?" Arizona asks, and I realise I didn't even think to ask for this vital piece of information.
"No, but she said she was Charlie's mom."
"Oh… That explains things. She slept with Callie. And I'm betting you didn't specify which of Sofia's mom's you were dating."
"Oh." Suddenly the chain of events click into place and I realise how truly awkward the situation must have been for her.
"Yeah. I don't think it makes much of a difference though. At least she isn't going to be a problem again."
"I guess. Did you really just call me a fine specimen though? That is like the weirdest compliment."
"But a compliment nonetheless. I'm not going to take it back because it's true. You are a damned fine specimen. Okay, Karev just overheard that and is now giving me the weirdest look. I have to go. I finish at 10, are you waiting up for me?"
"That depends, what's in it for me?" I ask flirtatious and I can basically feel my girlfriend roll her eyes through the phone.
"I can think of a few things. I guess you'll have to wait and see. So I'll see you when I get back?"
"I'll be waiting."
A few hours later, Sofia and I have eaten and done the washing up. We decide to start working on her art project, we have had multiple ideas over the last few days and it's time to put them into action. The plan is to make a pop up book because Sofia has three sections she wants to cover: her unique family situation, brains and genetics. You can definitely tell she has been raised by a family of doctors, the way she immediately thought of the medical side.
We start with the page on family, but I'm not entirely sure where to begin. She wants to include sections on both her Mom's and a section on Mark.
"Melia, how do I print pictures from phones?" Sofia asks me.
"Well the easiest way is to put them onto my computer. Do you know which photos you want?" I question, not being able to help if I don't have the images.
"Mom put lots of them into a folder on her ipad. I'll get it." She insists, running out of the living room towards my bedroom.
"I got it!" She announces as she arrives back, entering the passcode into the ipad and opening images. "There is only one with Dad and both my Mom's, can we put that in the middle so it pops up?"
"Sure, whatever you want. Do you know what you're going to write about it?" I ask and I see thoughts running through her head.
"I'm going to write that I have an extra Mom compared to most kids because I have Mama's blood but Mom adopted me because she loved me so much." I feel my heart melt in my chest. I can imagine those exact words coming out of Arizona's mouth, that must have been how they explained it to her. "And I'm going to write about how all of them are doctors which means they're super smart and like to help people."
"That sounds good sweetie. So do you just want this picture or do you want any more?" I ask so I know what I need to print.
"I think just that one and then I'll draw Mom and Mama. I can't draw my dad because I don't remember what he looked like." The young girl reasons.
"You have photos you could copy."
"But he is always looking at me, not the camera so I can't draw him properly."
"I have an idea." I say, getting up to leave the room. "Come with me." I lead Sofia to our bedroom and open my draw to get out a photo album.
"I'm sure I have some photos of your dad in here, maybe even some of when he was little."
"Really?"
"Sure. I just have to photocopy them so we don't lose the originals." I see her nod her head but she looks like she is contemplating something more important.
"Melia, I have an idea. But I don't know if it'll work."
"What is it? Maybe I can help."
"We can make a timeline. My teachers used them in history but we could do it with my dad, showing him at different ages. And maybe with my mom's too. Do you think it'll work?"
"I think that's an amazing idea. You could make a timeline for you too at the bottom, I'm sure there are plenty of photos." I tell her and she nods her head rapidly.
"Can we make my Dad's tonight? Then I can show my Mom's so they know what I'm doing and can help find the best pictures."
"That's a great idea. So shall we choose some pictures?"
Arizona POV
When I arrive home I'm surprised to see the light still on in the living room and Amelia still sat on the couch. On a better inspection I see my daughter curled up in her arms, both of them fast asleep and what looks to be every craft supply we have ever owned across the carpet.
"Amelia wake up." I whisper quietly and she groggily opens her eyes, "Shh, I'm taking Sofia to bed, I thought you may want to relocate to the bedroom, it'll be more comfortable. I see her eyes flash down to the mess that they have left on the floor but I shake my head. "We can sort it tomorrow, don't worry." Amelia stifles a yawn and picks herself up from the couch. I pick Sofia up in my arms, she is getting a little too big for me to be doing this but I don't mind. Amelia slides ahead of me in the hall and opens the door to Sofia's room, making it easier for me to carry her in. As I place my daughter down on the bed she stirs a little and opens her eyes.
"Go back to sleep baby, I've just moved you to bed. I love you."
"I love you too." Sofia mumbles, rolling onto her side to go back to sleep.
When I enter my own room, Amelia is stood fumbling with her hands.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I uh, I know you mentioned maybe having sex tonight when we were on the phone earlier and-"
"It's okay if you're too tired, I can tell Sof has worn you out." I reply, letting her know that it's okay.
"It's not that I'm too tired. I-" Amelia starts but trails off, not finishing her sentence. I walk towards her side of the bed and put an arm round her waist, sitting us both down on the edge of the mattress. "I uh- I cut this morning. You had gone to work, and Sofia was at school. I tried the jar but it didn't help. I didn't want to but it just happened."
"It's okay. Thank you for telling me. Do you want to talk about it?" I offer giving her control over whether she decides to or not.
"I got a message from Addie. She is getting here on Wednesday and staying until Sunday morning." Amelia explains and I'm not sure whether this is why she cut or whether she has changed the topic entirely.
"That's okay. Are you not working for those days then?"
"Well I'm working Wednesday and Sunday but because she gets here on the evening and goes on the morning I should be fine to sort it." Amelia responds, and her grip on my hand tightens, normally that's a cue that she is going to continue talking. "I realised that on that Saturday is going to be the anniversary of my attack. I know it doesn't hold that much significance but normally on the anniversary I feel super shitty and I realised that I'm going to have to hold myself together." My girlfriend explains and suddenly her anxious behaviour begins to make sense.
"You never have to hold yourself together Amelia. You can feel whatever emotions you are having. I'll put stuff in place so we don't have Sofia and we can do whatever you want."
"Well, not really because Addie is here. But thanks."
"I'm sure she won't mind if you want to have a quiet day. Is that what made you cut?"
"I guess. It just hit me all at once, the thought of telling Addison what happened. I felt sick and my head was spinning. I needed it to stop." I can see a few stray tears making their way down her face and I carefully reaching over to wipe them away.
"Thank you for telling me. Come on, let's get ready for bed. You look like you need sleep." I tell her, pulling away to start removing my clothes.
Once we are in bed Amelia begins to kiss me. It starts slow but soon gets deeper, stronger. I can feel my conscience telling me to stop, that Amelia isn't in the right state of mind and I pull myself away.
"Amy, you're not ready for this. Not tonight." She takes a shuddering slow breath before replying.
"I know, I don't want to be touched, not today anyway, but you're a good distraction. Please let me make you feel good." Amelia begs and I accept. I'm not sure if it's the best idea, but if giving her control makes her feel better and gives me an orgasm then who am I to say no.
She climbs up on top of me, straddling my body and leaning in to kiss me. She arches her back up to my chest, her breasts grazing against my own through our bras. She traces the material that keeps us apart around to my back. I lift myself a little to help her get to the hook. I help her remove my bra, pulling the straps down my arms and Amelia takes the fabric, throwing it to the floor. She cups my breasts with her hands, her thumbs tracing over the sensitive buds. Just as I think I can't get any more lost in the sensations I'm feeling she attaches her mouth to my pulse point. When I her gentle attack becomes harsher I move her head, bringing it back to my own.
"Sorry, I don't want obvious hickeys, I work with kids." She nods against me, moving her lips back to my own.
Our kisses and movements get deeper once more, our bodies grinding against each other but partially disrupted by her bra, the fabric preventing the full contact I so desperately want. I place my hand on the arch of her back slowly dragging it higher, feeling bumps rise on her skin. When I get to the hooks of her bra I stop and look to her face. I look into her eyes and wait for a response. When she doesn't say anything I pull away.
"Amelia, can I take it off?"
She quickly understands the situation and nods her head, granting me permission. I slowly unhook the fabric before peel the fabric down her shoulders. Her breath shudders a little but she moves her attention back to me. Her hands gently kneading my breasts once more. A sudden burst of wetness makes itself evident between my legs making me groan. Amelia smirks at the sound, and sits herself up to readjust our position. She takes her time, tracing her hands over my body before arriving at the hem of my panties. She traces her fingers around the edges, my thighs clenched and my stomach tingling.
"Amelia. Please." I pant, begging her for a little more contact. Without the usual teasing she removes the offending articles, throwing them to the ground to join the rest of my clothes. I expect her to jump straight back in where we left off but she doesn't, she just waits and I see her mood switch.
"Amelia, are you okay? Do you want to stop?" I ask her carefully.
"No, I just need a moment. If that's okay?"
"I wouldn't be upset if you wanted to stop. It's really okay."
"No, I want to continue. Just you tonight though."
This isn't the first time something like this has happened. I've learned that when she is having bad days, she enjoys the act of having control more than intercourse itself. I place my hand at the base of her back and she shakes her head." I want to leave them on." She voices, referring to her panties, the only article of clothing still on her bare body.
"That's okay. You know I love you in lace, I mean I love you naked too but-"
"Arizona it's fine." She says before placing one of her hands next to my head, and tracing the other down my body, towards my sensitive zone. Our breasts brush against each others repeatedly, our bodies moulding together like this was always meant to be. I feel her fingers swipe between my folds, the sound of my wetness can be heard over our heavy breathing but the room is quiet. It's a moment for us, all of our energies focused onto one another.
"Amelia, I need you. Please." I moan and her fingers relocate to my clit. The excess of fluid means her fingers can slide smoothly around the bundle of nerves, keeping her pace gentle but stern. "Stop teasing Amy. I need more." I beg and she stops her movements to press two fingers into me. She retracts them slowly before re-entering my body. I feel her trimmed nails scratch gently at my walls and my body responds uncontrollably, but never quite reaching the point of release. With her constant pace not wavering I reach my right arm down to the sensitive bud that is no longer getting the required attention. I place my left arm on her back and pick up where Amelia had left off, drawing gentle circles around my clit. It doesn't take long for the pressure in my stomach to begin to build. Amelia obviously understands as she quickens her pace a little, increasing her rocks against me. I match her new pace, grunting with every internal thrust until it becomes too much and I unravel beneath her.
It takes a few minutes for me to regain my normal breaths, for my heart rate to slow down enough to relax. Amelia has wiped my juices from her hand but is still laid on top of me, her head resting on my chest while I breathe. There are so many things I could say to her right now. Thanking her for the sex, telling her she is beautiful, telling her that I love her. All of these thoughts rushing around my mind but what comes out is none of these things. Instead, it's "You make me so happy Amelia. You make me so, so happy." She nods her head against my chest, showing her understanding but not replying to my words. "Are you okay?"
"Being happy scares me." My girlfriend admits, not moving from on top of me, but allowing herself to be vulnerable.
"I know." I say gently, wrapping my arms around her in the hope that it'll help make her feel safe.
"I just- I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Everytime I think I'm happy, someone gets hurt, or diagnosed with cancer, or overdoses or gets shot. Every time I think I'm getting my life together. It's scary."
"I know. You have been through too much, and I know it isn't fair. I can't promise that nothing bad will happen, but I can say that there is no way I'm leaving you. You're stuck with me now, even if there is another shoe that drops. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." I promise her, meaning every word that comes out of my mouth. I feel her take a shaky breath on top of me and her hand finds mine. Her fingers slip between my own and I squeeze her hand, letting her know I'm still here.
"I love you Az. Even when I'm feeling a little screwed up, I love you." Amelia tells me and I feel tears swell in my eyes. I know that Amelia loves me, but hearing her say it out loud like this makes me realise how special what we have is. For Amelia to talk about our relationship so openly, it means everything.
I realised today I had totally forgot to post this chapter. The one I'm currently working on (about 6 chapters in the future) is currently killing me, I just can't seem to work it out. Anyway, thats a me problem, I'm sure I'll figure it out soon.
As always, reviews are appreciated.