From her makeshift bed on the floor of her bedroom, Arizona couldn't see Callie at all. She could, however, hear her moving around. It was annoying her intensely, but she refused to say anything about it. It wasn't worth getting into yet another argument about.

"So, uhh… what's the deal with you and your dad?"

Arizona blinked in surprise, before frowning. "Yeah, that's not something I want to discuss."

"I thought you were the one who said we needed to learn stuff about each other." Callie pointed out.

"Yeah, not about that. That's not something I want to talk about with anyone."

"Especially me?"

"I didn't say that." Arizona snapped. "Goodnight."

There was a long silence; broken only by the crackling of the fire that Arizona had lit in the grate to offset some of the chill in the air. The two women stared resolutely up at the ceiling, doing their best to ignore the atmosphere that was hanging heavily between them.

"I… I love horror films." Callie murmured at last. "I don't know why. I just do. I always have. '80's slashers are my favourites. I… find them funny."

Arizona arched an eyebrow. "That's highly disturbing."

"I know."

"I hate horror films."

"I guessed as much." Callie chuckled.

"I don't really have time to watch movies at all, between work and being a single mom. I tend to just watch trashy reality shows that I can put on in the background and not pay attention to while I'm doing other stuff." Arizona admitted, a little embarrassed.

"I… I'm scared of horses after one bit me when I was ten. My sister Aria, laughed herself silly and since then I've always avoided them. Umm… I love calla lilies, especially the ones that are so dark red they're almost black."

"Did you know that in the Victorian language of flowers the calla lily symbolised eroticism because of its sensual appearance?" Arizona asked, making the brunette raise her eyebrows in surprise. "Giving an unmarried woman a calla lily was the equivalent of making an indecent proposal."

"I… did not know that." She admitted, a small smirk twisting her lips. "But I'll be on my guard from now on."

Arizona laughed. "Glad to be of service."

"How did you know that?"

She shrugged. "I know things. Mostly useless bits of trivia."

"Well it was very informative. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

There was another long pause. Then Arizona exhaled softly. "We used to move around a lot as kids. Every time we'd get somewhere new my dad used to take Tim and me skating. It helped us feel settled."

"Do you still skate?"

"No… I haven't for a long time."

"Why not?"

"I don't know… I just don't have the time anymore, I guess."

"Maybe you should invest in some of those shoes with wheels on them?"

"Mmm… that would work out great for the office. Maybe I will."

Callie huffed out a laugh. "Maybe not. The risk assessment forms would be horrendous."

Joining in with her laughter, the blonde shook her head. "You've got a point. Umm… my favourite colour is blue and my favourite book is North and South."

"I don't think I've read that?"

"It's wonderful… Elizabeth Gaskell. You should read it."

"Maybe I will." Callie agreed thoughtfully. "I don't know if I have a favourite book. I like reading, I just… I never really seem to have the time. I do love cooking and salsa, though – the dance, not the sauce. Although I do love the sauce, too." She rambled. Hearing a snort of amusement from Arizona's direction, she grinned. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm a terrible cook." The blonde admitted. "Sofia once said that my friend Meredith and I should create a show called 'TerribleChef' rather than 'MasterChef'."

Laughing, Callie shook her head slightly. "Your kid is hilarious."

"She's not bad."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Arizona sighed, wondering whether she was going to regret allowing it.

"Sofia…"

"What about her?"

"How did…? Where's…? I mean, how did you become a single parent?"

For a moment, Arizona said nothing. She stared up at the ceiling contemplatively, considering her options. She could refuse to answer the question seeing as, really, it was absolutely none of Callie's business. Another option was to tell her part of the story and hope she was satisfied with that. Her third option was to tell the other woman the truth.

"Sorry… you don't have to–"

Callie's words seemed to settle something in Arizona's mind and she exhaled sharply before speaking. "Have you met a guy called Mark while you've been here?"

"Have I met Mark?" Callie rolled her eyes, thinking back over her afternoon. "Yes, I've definitely met Mark. I couldn't miss Mark." Then she paused. "Hang on… Mark?"

"Oh god… Mom didn't take you to see his show, did she?" Arizona groaned, covering her face with her hand. Now the brunette's tone made sense. "Yeah, that's not the best first impression. Mark is actually a really great guy. We've known each other since we were kids."

"Mmm…" Apparently the other woman wasn't convinced by her words.

"So… Carina and I were together a long time and I… I was really serious about her. I wanted to get married and have kids and… we talked about it. Like, we seriously talked about it. I thought we'd agreed to try and so… I asked Mark to help us out. I thought Carina was on board…" Arizona trailed off for a moment. "I asked her to marry me and move to somewhere like New York or Boston. Instead we broke up, so I left on my own. I didn't realise that I was actually pregnant until a month or so later."

"Oh…" Callie wasn't sure what to say to that. The words hung between them for a moment, before she scrunched up her nose. "So, you and Mark…?"

"Oh! Ew! Oh, god, no! It was a completely clinical situation." Arizona informed her firmly. "That's… oh, I think I'm gonna throw up. So, gross!"

"Does Mark know about Sofia?"

"Yeah, he does… under different circumstances he'd have made a great co-parent and an awesome dad, but… it didn't work out like that. I don't even know whether he's told his girlfriend, Lexie, about Sof, so…"

"I think you're an amazing mom and Sofia's an amazing kid."

"Thanks." Arizona smiled. "I mean, raising her on my own makes stuff like dating hard – not that I have much time for it anyway – but I manage."

Callie snorted. "If it's any consolation, I haven't slept with anyone since Erica."

"Woah, that's… really? You broke up with her ages ago."

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me."

"You really haven't slept with anyone in like–"

"Yeah, alright." Callie huffed. "Thank you, Arizona."

There was another long pause and then the blonde spoke softly. "Don't take this the wrong way, Calliope, but you are an incredibly beautiful woman. When… when you're ready to get out there, I think there will be people lining up for you."

"Yeah? Like who?"

"I think you'll know."

"Well… thanks, Arizona. I'll bear that in mind."

"No problem. Night, Calliope."

"Night."

The next morning, Callie found herself awake before Arizona. She stretched languidly, blinking against the light that was coming in through the drapes, and settled herself against the pillows for a moment. Thinking back over their conversation the night before, she couldn't help but wonder if something had shifted in their relationship, that things between them had changed a little.

Remembering Arizona's words about her being beautiful, Callie felt heat rushing to her cheeks. She ran her fingers through her hair several times, wincing as they caught on tangles, doing her best to make herself look presentable. Then she reached out and searched for her lip balm on the nightstand, quickly applying a little before she could talk herself out of it. She was being ridiculous, she knew that, but there was something telling her to do it anyway.

Wiping under her eyes to remove any lingering remains of yesterday's makeup, Callie had just settled herself back against the pillows when a knock on the door caused her to sit bolt upright once more. She gazed, wide eyed, at the point where the sound was coming from.

"Room service! Breakfast for the happy couple!" Barbara's voice drifted towards her and she blinked quickly.

"Arizona… Arizona!" She hissed, trying to wake the woman up without alerting her mother to anything going on inside the bedroom. When the blonde simply groaned in response, not moving at all, Callie threw her pillow at her. "Arizona!"

Jerking awake, the other woman turned to fix her with a disgruntled expression. "What?"

"Your mother's at the door… get over here!"

Realising the situation, Arizona, rolled over and gathered the blankets and pillows around her quickly, throwing them onto the bed and clambering up beside the brunette. She looked at Callie in bemusement, asking whether she was wearing makeup and earning herself an eye roll and an instant denial.

No sooner had they settled themselves, Callie leaning back against Arizona's front and the blonde's arm cradling her head, than the door opened and Barbara's beaming face appeared in the gap. She carried a laden tray over to the bed and set it down, careful not to squash either of them in the process.

"Oh, you shouldn't have gone to that trouble…" Callie told her, smiling weakly.

"You're family!" Barbara argued. "It's no trouble."

"Thanks, Mom." Arizona murmured as her mother pressed the button and drew the drapes. She blinked a couple of times as her eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light levels. "Eurgh…"

"Don't be so dramatic, Arizona." The older Robbins rolled her eyes.

"Room for one more?" Daniel asked, entering the room and doing his best to look comfortable with the situation.

"OK… do we have to do this now?" His daughter asked, trying not to be distracted by the way Callie was absentmindedly stroking her arm. "We just got up… can we do the whole family meeting thing in a little while?"

"Mommy!"

"Morning, Sof…" Arizona sighed, realising that their peace was well and truly shattered. "You OK?"

"Mmm hmmm." She agreed, grabbing one of the waffles off the tray and climbing onto the bed with it in her hand. Much to both Callie and Arizona's surprise, she settled herself against the brunette, resting her head on Callie's shoulder and twisting her head to look up at her. "Hi, Callie."

"Hi, Sofia."

As Barbara made a cooing sound of delight at the scene, Daniel cleared his throat. "Your mother and I have come up with a proposition and I happen to think it's a wonderful idea."

"Oh god…" Arizona muttered under her breath, wondering what he was about to say.

"We want you to get married here, tomorrow." Barbara burst out, interrupting her husband in her excitement.

Both Callie and Arizona froze, too stunned to say anything. They both simply stared at the older Robbins' before Sofia bounced onto her knees and gazed at them in sheer delight. Arizona swallowed thickly, knowing that she would be unable to say no to her daughter. They were doomed.

"Wha– what?" The brunette lying stiffly in her arms stammered.

"Well, you're going to get married anyway, right?" Barbara reasoned with a shrug. "So why don't you get married here where we can all be together? What's the point in waiting around? Besides, Tim and Teddy are here and who knows when they'll next be home together like this?"

"No… no!" Callie smiled weakly, shaking her head. "It's too soon."

"Yeah, we don't want a lot of fuss." Arizona agreed, nodding quickly.

"Please, Mommy? Please, Callie?" Sofia implored them, her best puppy dog eyes on display.

Arizona was relying on Callie to speak, to gently explain to the five-year-old that they were absolutely not getting married that weekend because the very idea of it was ridiculous. When she eventually opened her mouth, however, the blonde's fell open in shock at what she actually said.

"OK, OK… fine."

"Wha…?" Arizona blinked, looking at the brunette quickly. Callie shot her a look that clearly said she had absolutely no control over the situation. "Yeah, OK, fine."

Sofia immediately jumped off the bed and started dancing around the room excitedly, as Barbara beamed and clapped her hands. Daniel simply stood behind them and nodded once, a slight smile twisting up the corners of his lips. Callie and Arizona exchanged another look, apparently neither of them really knowing what to say at that moment.

"We'll do everything!" The older Robbins woman promised, clearly already running through lists of things to do in her head. "Oh! You could get married in the barn. We've had it all remodelled and it'll be perfect!"

"I've… always wanted to get married in a barn…"

"Me too?" Arizona screwed up her face slightly.

"Oh! It's a sign." Barbara gushed. "It's fate! Come on, Sofia! We need to get dresses and flowers. I should call Ms Stevens and see if she can whip us up a cake. Then we can call…"

As they headed out of the room chattering enthusiastically to each other, Sofia still dancing with excitement, Daniel followed. As soon as the door closed behind them, Arizona almost shoved Callie away from her and put her head in her hands.

"Oh my god… what was that, Callie?"

"I don't know!" The brunette threw her hands up in the air. "How do you ever say no to that face? She's got magical powers I swear to god!"

"My mom's going to be crushed when they find out this is a sham. And Sofia… oh crap…"

"Hey, hey…" Wrapping an arm around Arizona's shoulders, Callie pulled her into her side, rubbing soothing circles on her bicep with her thumb. "It'll be OK. It's gonna be fine."

"Not much we can do about it now, I guess." She admitted, letting out a sigh. Unable to help herself, she leant more heavily into the other woman's embrace, revelling in the comfort that she was receiving from her. "We've just got to go along with it."

"I should…" Pulling away suddenly, Callie looked at little uncomfortable. "I guess if we're getting married I should call my parents…"

"Oh… yeah?"

Smiling weakly, the brunette grabbed her clothes and headed into the bathroom. When she returned, fully dressed, she realised that Arizona hadn't moved. She hesitated for a moment, remembering that an eagle thief had stolen her cell phone and, seeing as they hadn't been to collect her replacement, she had no way of contacting her parents.

"Ummm… Arizona?"

"Mmm?"

"Is there any chance I can borrow your cell phone seeing as mine is…?"

"Oh, sure." The blonde nodded, clearly still distracted by whatever was going on in her head. She reached blindly for the handset on the nightstand and held it out. "Knock yourself out."

Callie nodded and thanked her, before heading out of the room and downstairs. She let herself out onto the porch without running into anyone, much to her relief. Dialling her father's number, she held the phone to her ear and waited to hear his comforting voice.

"Hello?"

"Daddy? It's me, Callie."

"Hola, Calliope. ¿Cómo estás? ¿Está todo bien?"

She let out a long sigh. "Everything's fine, Daddy. I just… Arizona and I have decided that we're going to get married here… tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" The frown that was definitely on Carlos' face was clearly audible in his tone. "What's the hurry?"

"Arizona's brother and his girlfriend are both in the army, but they're here for a couple more days. We… we thought it would be great to get married while they're here. Who knows when they'll next both be home?" She explained quickly. "And… and I thought it would be no problem for you and Mamá and Aria and her family to travel up here."

"What about your friends? Addison would want to be there, surely?"

"I'm sure Addie can persuade her father to lend her his private plane." Callie pointed out, rolling her eyes. "I just… please will you come?"

There was a long, uncomfortable pause. "I'm not sure, Calliope. This is all incredibly sudden. I don't think you've really stopped to consider–"

"Daddy, please. Just–"

"Calliope! She's your secretary, for god's sake!" He shouted, making her jump. "I understand having a fling with the staff – hell, we've all been there – but marrying the woman? What are you thinking?"

Mouth open at his words, Callie didn't know where to start. "I… this isn't a fling. She's special. Arizona is amazing."

"Tell me that in a year's time when she's bleeding you dry." Carlos snapped back. "I know what these women are like. You have no idea–"

"No! You have no idea. Arizona is not like that. If you could see her parents' house you'd understand that this is not about money. She doesn't need my money. Arizona only works as a PA because she enjoys the work – she could be doing something that pays way better if she wanted to." Callie told him angrily. "She's smart and beautiful and funny and kind. She's an amazing mom and if you're going to be like that then I don't want you to come after all."

"Calliope, you're not in your right mind. I think you should–"

"Bye, Daddy."

Ending the call, Callie closed her eyes tightly and clenched her hands into fists at her side. She knew that she and Arizona weren't going to get married for real – that it was all just a scheme to get her what she wanted – but Arizona was not the woman that her father clearly thought she was. The idea that people might think that about the blonde, who was helping her when she didn't have to, physically hurt Callie.

Shoving the cell phone into the back pocket of her jeans, the brunette headed further away from the house. She followed a trail that led through the trees, twisting and turning over uneven ground until the buildings were hidden from view.

"Morning."

Callie screamed at the sound of the man's voice from somewhere to her left. When she heard a chuckle in response, she whirled around and found herself glaring at the amused face of Arizona's older brother. Tim grinned at her, his smile almost identical to his sister's. His hair was darker blonde, though, and his eyes were a lighter blue, almost grey.

"Sorry," he shrugged cheerfully, clearly not remotely apologetic, "didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't." She snapped back before she could stop herself. "I just… I wasn't expecting anyone else to be out here."

Tim shrugged. "Me either. That's why I came."

"Oh…"

"Congratulations, by the way." He grinned at her again. "I don't think I've actually had the chance to say that since you announced your engagement. I don't think I've actually really had the chance to even speak to you since then… not one on one, anyway."

"No, I guess not." Callie agreed, a little awkwardly.

He patted the log he was sitting on. "Come and sit… don't worry, I don't bite."

Warily, she moved to perch beside him. "So… how long are you home for?"

"Another couple of weeks. Then it's back to the sandy hell hole."

"Did you always want to be in the army?"

Tim looked at Callie for a moment. "Not really. I wanted to be a Marine like Dad when I was a kid. Then I rebelled when I was a teenager and joined the army instead." He chuckled. "You'd have thought I'd announced I was a drug addict the way the old man reacted to the news."

Callie laughed at his obvious glee. "He wasn't happy?"

"Not exactly. He came round eventually, though. I think he hoped that Arizona might do something in the military too; possibly become an army medic like Teddy is. At the very least I think he hoped she'd stay here and help run the family empire."

"Arizona knows her own mind."

"She sure does." Tim nodded fondly. "For our whole lives Dad reminded us that the Robbins' have run most of the businesses in this town for generations. After I joined up and they moved back here I know he was pinning all his hopes on Arizona taking over from him. But the rest of us knew that was never going to happen. She's far too independent for that."

Callie chuckled, thinking about the blonde force of nature and how she reacted to being told what to do. "Tell me about it."

"You really love her, don't you?"

"Uhhh?"

Tim smiled at her, his head tilted to one side as he appraised her thoroughly. "I can see it in your eyes. When you think about her they light up. I saw the way you looked at her at the party the other night. I saw the way she looked at you."

Wondering whether he'd completely lost his mind, Callie simply smiled and looked away, hoping that he'd just assume she was embarrassed. Tim laughed again, nudging her with his shoulder. They continued to sit in silence for a couple more moments.

"I was going to propose to Teddy this weekend."

Callie blinked. "What? You still can, can't you?"

"And steal yours and Arizona's thunder? She'd kill me."

"No she wouldn't. She'd be really happy for you."

Tim laughed. "You're probably right. Maybe I will. I haven't decided yet."

"You should… everyone deserves to be happy."

"Have you always been this soppy or is it my sister's influence?"

Callie grinned at him. "I've always been a romantic at heart. Maybe she just brings it out in me."

"So… what do you normally do when you get stressed out?"

"What?"

Tim laughed. "I can tell how stressful being around my family is for you. We mean well, but I know we can be a bit much. So, what do you do when you're stressed out?"

"I dance." Callie admitted, almost embarrassed.

"Then let's dance." Standing up, he extended his hand in her direction. "Callie Torres, will you do me the honour of dancing with me?"

"There's no music." She laughed, allowing herself to be pulled to her feet.

"What's in your head? Start singing the first song that comes to you."

There was a pause and then Callie blurted out, "To the window… to the window… to the wall… to the wall… 'til the sweat drop down my balls, my balls."

Tim burst out laughing. "You're kidding me? Get Low?"

She shrugged. "You said to start singing the first song that popped into my head."

"And it was that?"

When Callie didn't respond, Tim shrugged and threw himself into dancing, belting out the lyrics at the top of his lungs. After a moment, the Latina joined him, jumping around the forest clearing and letting herself go completely. She laughed, feeling freer than she had in a very long time as she danced with Arizona's older brother.

"3-6-9, damn you fine. Hoping she can sock it to me one more time." They screamed out together into the quiet of the woodland. "Get low, get low, get low, get low, get low, get low, get low."

"To the window… to the window… to the wall… to the wall…" Callie continued as Tim stopped singing abruptly. Her eyes were screwed shut as she shook her hips enthusiastically. "'Til the sweat drop down my balls… my balls… 'til all these bitches crawl–"

"Hey?"

Callie jumped so violently that she almost fell over the log she'd previously been sitting on. Turning, she locked eyes with Arizona and realised that there was absolutely no way the blonde would have missed her singing and dancing. She blushed, spotting the twinkle in blue eyes and the upward turn of pink lips.

"I've just heard your phone's arrived… wanna go into town and pick it up?"

"Yes!" The Latina nodded vehemently, pointedly avoided looking at Tim – who was doubled over laughing hysterically – and started walking in the direction she'd come. "I really would."

"Balls, Calliope?" Arizona asked as they walked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Really?"

"Oh… shut up."