AN: OMG, two updates in one week?! I know, that hasn't happened in at least two years. And I can't promise that it'll happen again any time soon, as I am going back to work tomorrow.
Thank you for staying with me and my stories and to all the reviews I have got to enjoy so far, they are the ones that help me to come back to my projects!

This is it, I think with a smile and flop down on my bed after zipping up my last suitcase, lining all three of them up in front of my closet. My clothes for tomorrow are laid out on my desk, neatly folded the way my parents taught me. Frankly, my room wasn't always as tidy as you would expect from a daughter of a military man, but just like I outgrew my old clothes, I also outgrew my untidiness.

Tonight is my last night in Boston and tomorrow, I officially move out and in with Callie, who is downstairs, talking to my father and giving me some time to say goodbye to everything. Most of my belongings are already on their way to Miami to Callie's old loft and tomorrow morning, I will follow with the rest of my stuff. Even Sharon Baxter couldn't find the right house for us on such a short notice. Leaving my furniture here isn't really a hardship, I have lived in this room with the same furniture since I turned sixteen, and I think it's time for a change. This house will always be a home for me, and I know that I will forever be welcome here, but I am ready to start a new chapter of my life.

Let me tell you, the past weeks were a whirlwind of all sorts of emotions. The limited time I got to spend with my girlfriend seemingly slipped through my fingers and the days we had to be apart crawled by slower than a snail. Needless to say, I am ready to finally live together with the woman I love. Yet, a big part of me is mourning, knowing I am leaving behind my parents and my best friend. Despite that, I am sure it's the right thing to do. I want to be there when Callie comes home after a long day of shooting her movies and run her a bath. I want to be able to go out for dinner whenever we feel like it and I want be cuddled up next to her on the couch, to name just a few things. Most importantly, we both don't want to spend numerous hours face-timing or skyping – not being able to touch and kiss Callie got old very quickly.

"Knock knock", my mother says, stepping through the open door into my room, carrying a tray with both hands. "I just brought you a glass of milk and some cookies." Putting everything down on the nightstand, she sits down next to me. "Do you remember how Tim would refuse to go to bed without his glass of milk? He didn't care that he had to brush his teeth again, he always wanted milk before going to bed."

Blue eyes identical to my own look at me intensely. "Of course I remember, momma." My answer comes after a moment of silence. The anniversary of Tim's death is only a couple of weeks away and although it's been four years since the American flag was placed into my father's hands and an empty coffin was lowered into the ground, it is still hard and I miss my brother every day. "I swear, he loved milk more than food", I joke. Damn you, Tim, for joining the Marines. "I will always miss him."

"We all will, Arizona", my mom assures me, her hand soothingly rubbing my back. "He would have loved her and how happy she makes you, you know? The both of you were so close. You used to follow him everywhere, I sure thought he would get tired of babysitting his little sister at some point. But your happiness was always one of his priorities. And it is mine, too. I will just have to get used to the quietness around here. Don't get me wrong, I still love your father like I did when we got married, he just doesn't talk very much and it was nice to have you back here after you came home from traveling through Europe."

I stare into the mostly empty space of my room, remembering the day I fled like it was yesterday. My mother was devastated after we received the news about Tim's death, my father – a usually strong man – broke down crying and blamed himself for praising the military world, convinced that he had forced my brother to choose to follow into his footsteps. And me? After the funeral, I couldn't take it any longer. Within two days, I had booked a flight to Germany and found a Bed and Breakfast where I could crash for the first few days while figuring out where to go from there. Work and travel can take you a long way, if you want to. "I am not moving to the other end of the world, mom. We'll come visit and if anything happens, I am only a flight away."

"I know that, Dimples. And I am not talking to you right now to stop you from going. Callie is a wonderful person and it's clear to see that she makes you very happy. In my opinion, it is a bit early, but if you are sure that it is the right thing to do, then your father and I will fully support that. We just want the best for you." Pulling me into a hug, both of us suppress the sighs that are daringly close to spill. Yep, you and your mother are too much alike.

The sound of a person clearing their throat makes us pull apart. In the door frame, I see my gorgeous, elegantly dressed girlfriend, asking, "Am I interrupting something?" Like she ever could. "I just wanted to inform you that I got a text from the moving company, your boxes were put into the guest room. You can unpack whenever you feel like it or need something. Everything done in here?"

"I'm gonna leave you to it", my mother interjects and gets off the bed. "The roast will be ready in about an hour, don't make me come upstairs to get you, Arizona." With that, she is out of my room and leaves Callie and me alone, imagining God knows what we get into when we're left alone. Yeah, not with my parents being downstairs and my mother's ability to hear everything.

"How are you feeling?", the brunette asks me, closing the door behind her and sitting down next to me where my mother just sat a moment ago. Her lips gently ghost over my cheek, making me shiver at the possibly slightest touch I have ever felt. "You're not getting cold feet, are you? I know this is a big step, but it's one we take together, in the same direction."

"No cold feet, no second thoughts and no doubts on my side, Calliope, I promise", I reply with a big, dimpled smile and point at the three suitcases standing in front of what used to be my closet. Yeah, because it finally got into your head that Callie loves you, Robbins, took you long enough. "Presumably, there will be some tears tomorrow when I say bye to my parents and Teddy, but as long as you are by my side, I am ready for everything that's out there." And that also includes paparazzi and public events. I connect our mouths for a chaste kiss and once again realize that this feels like home. "You know, Tim used to tell me that I would never find a lid."

Her voice is laced with confusion when she repeats the word lid. "What does that even mean, Arizona?"

"You know how people say that every pot has a lid, right?" She hesitatingly nods. "And then there are other people who claim they are frying pan or a wok, because a lot of pans and most woks come without a lid. Tim used to make fun of me, teasing me that there was no lid for me, that no one would perfectly fit. He was a really good big brother, he loved me, but he also thought that I would never manage to find the right person." Taking her hand in my own, I intertwine our fingers. "I guess he was right about me not finding a lid, turns I found a person that can be both." I look deep into her brown eyes and I swear I can see the question marks, so I start to explain. "When I am boiling over with emotions and I need you, you are my lid that helps me to calm down. But when you struggle to get the water boiling, I want to be the lid to help you keep the heat inside the pot. Does that make any sense?" That sounded so much more romantic in your head, A. When I am finally done rambling, insecure eyes are searching for hers.

Tightening the hold on my hand, a timid smile begins to appear on her face. "In a weird kitchen analogy way, it does. It is probably not how I would have phrased it, but your way with words is very unique, Arizona. It is what drew me to you in the first place." Placing the hand that isn't holding mine under my chin, she turns my head to face her and kisses me.

The kiss rapidly heats up and before I know it, my hands have opened the buttons of my girlfriend's blouse and are kneading her breasts through a very sexy, lazy bra. It takes a lot of my will power to stop myself from tackling her onto the bed and rip her clothes off. She's just so indescribably irresistible. I can never get enough of her, but my old room is not the right place to have my way with her. My eyes flutter open and I can see the arousal in hers as prominent as it is most likely in mine. Clenching my thighs together, I change the topic.

Weeks ago, I had something I desperately needed to tell Callie and then I got sidetracked by hearing only pieces of a conversation she had with Addison on the phone. And then I got distracted by multiple rounds of hot make-up sex, some of them involving a certain, deep blue toy. Your memory isn't exactly helping your current situation, Arizona. After that, I went back and forth between telling her and keeping my mouth shut. "I made a decision", I say quickly, effectively stopping my mind from wandering off again.

"About what?", she questions, still a little bit out of breath from our make out session, the red in her cheeks slowly fading. Callie never takes her eyes off of me while she re-buttons her dark red top.

You can't backpedal now, Robbins, so man up – or is it woman up? - and tell her. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves and gather the last bit of courage that I need, I finally tell her, "Imgonnatrytogetmybookpublished." The words are so rushed and mumbled, even I barely understood myself.

Callie chuckles, clearly having issues to really get the content of my sentence. "Come again?"

Letting out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding in, I say it again, this time making sure she can understand every word. "I'm gonna try to get my book published." Immediately, I am pulled into a tight hug and I relax. I don't know which kind of reaction I expected, but Callie's assuring embrace is just what I need. "I take it, you don't think of this as a stupid idea?"

"Quite the contrary, I think it's an awesome idea!", the brunette beams with excitement and hugs me tightly. "I have told you on various occasions that you should at least try, Arizona. Not trying will forever mean that the answer is no, but it only takes one yes from an editor or publisher, someone other than me that believes in you. You have an amazing talent and I think it would be a shame to keep it to yourself and your fan fiction readers." Warm hands cup my cheeks and she brings our lips together for a tender kiss. "I promise I will be there every step of the way, for every no and most definitely for the yes." After a moment, she adds, "For the record, I don't think it will take long for the latter to happen."

I smile again, only now realizing how much her assuring words are easing my fears of rejection. "You have to promise me one thing, though, okay?", I ask, waiting for her nod before I continue. "No interfering. This is something I want to accomplish on my own. I know you know people, who know even more people and I assume there is a publisher or two among those people. But I need to do this on my own. I don't want to look back years down the road and wonder if I could only do it because you love me." Seeing what seem to be hurt wash over her face, I am quick to add, "I love how much you love me and how far you are willing to go to help me, but this story is my baby. I spent hours on my laptop, brooding over how to word my sentences. I did my research meticulously and I just need to know that it was my writing that got it published and not your fame."

Dark brown eyes soften and I know Callie understands. She folds her hands up in defense and winks at me. What starts with a wide grin on her face, soon turns into a megawatt smile as she answers, "I'll just be the lid."

So, what do you think? I know it was a little on the shorter side and a little bit of a filler, but with the next chapter, our girls will definitely be living together.