A/N: I loved reading your reviews! Thank you for all the positive feedbacks. It makes me happy reading them. Anyways, not beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Reviews and requests are still very much welcome! This story is set after season 11, before season 12 but Calzona didn't divorce. Their therapy ended well.

SUMMARY: Callie and Arizona both plan to propose to each other.


Callie was on her way to the peds wing to look for Arizona. She had just heard the news about the Supreme Court's decision to legalize same-sex marriage in the country, and the first thing she wanted to do was to see her wife. Wife. This word will have a whole new meaning from now on; not to them, as she has always felt like Arizona's wife (and has always been), but to the world. After they get married for the second time, assuming the blonde says yes to her proposal, the fact that she is, indeed, Arizona's wife will be acknowledged by the whole country.

The blonde has probably already learned the good news, too, but Callie wanted to see her in person to hug her very tightly. When she got to the peds wing, Callie found out that her wife was in surgery. She took out her phone and called Arizona.

"Arizona?" The brunette greeted as soon as her call was answered.

"Dr. Robbins, it's Dr. Torres," Callie heard a nurse in the background.

Arizona requested, "Put it on loud speaker, please." Then, she directed to Callie, "Hey, I'm in surgery. Do you need something?"

"No, I just—Have you heard the news?" Callie asked, supposing Arizona knew what she meant.

"Yes!" The blonde surgeon shouted excitedly. "We were all just cheering here in the OR. I'm so happy, Calliope," Arizona said in a relatively softer tone.

"I know, me too," the brunette agreed. "Let's celebrate later. Find me after your surgery?"

"Absolutely. We'll be done in about an hour and thirty."

"Okay, I'm gonna hang up now. Goodbye, I love you."

"I love you. Bye!"

Once Callie hung up her phone, she went back to her office to finish some charts and make a plan. Now that she's allowed to marry Arizona legally, she plans to propose to the peds surgeon; and she's going to do it tonight.

As soon as the brunette made it to her office, she started her charting. When her hand needed a break from writing, she reached for a velvet box hidden in her drawer. She opened the box and stared at the band encased in it. She bought it about five months earlier, when they'd first discovered about the Supreme Court's decision to hear appeals regarding the legalization of gay marriage in the country. They already have their rings from their first wedding, but Callie thought Arizona deserved a new ring — not that the first one didn't matter. She just wanted the other woman to have something to signify an important milestone for the both of them.

Callie already had an idea of what she wanted to happen. She was prepared for this occasion; so, she called everyone she needed to call. The Latina planned on bringing Arizona to the Space Needle and dine fancifully at the rotating restaurant, giving them a panoramic view of Seattle. Then, she and the peds surgeon will proceed to the observation deck, from where she will propose. Just like that. Not too simple, and not too grandiose, either. In this way, Arizona will never suspect a thing. It will be just like one of their date nights, except she's going to be popping an important question at the end.

After everything was set, Callie put the small box in her pocket. She returned to her almost forgotten charts and finished them before Arizona comes from surgery.


Arizona had just done the first cut on her patient's body when one of the nurses announced, "It's official. Gay marriage has just been made legal in the whole country."

The news earned a whole lot of cheers from everyone in the operating room, especially the peds surgeon, "Oh my God, finally! It's about time." She was ecstatic, but her focus remained on the patient.

Not a long while after, her phone rang. "Anne, can you please answer that? It may be important," she directed to one of her scrub nurses.

After answering the call, the nurse heard, "Arizona?"

"Dr. Robbins, it's Dr. Torres," she informed the surgeon.

"Put it on loud speaker, please," Arizona replied, still concentrating on her patient. Once the phone was on loud speaker, she turned to her wife, "Hey! I'm in surgery. Do you need something?"

"No, I just—Have you heard the news?" Arizona knew what her wife meant. Both of them have been waiting for this moment. They kept themselves updated about news relating especially to this matter.

"Yes!" Arizona replied in a rather louder voice, causing her hands to stop briefly from operating on the small child. "We were all just cheering here in the OR. I'm so happy, Calliope," she smiled behind her mask, now using her normal, soft voice.

"I know, me too. Let's celebrate later. Find me after your surgery?" Callie offered.

"Absolutely. We'll be done in about an hour and thirty."

"Okay, I'm gonna hang up now. Goodbye, I love you."

"I love you. Bye!"

Immediately after the call ended, Arizona requested, keeping her hands steady, "Can someone page Dr. Karev for me, please?"

"Right away, doctor," one of the staff answered.


After about two minutes, Alex entered the operating room. He directed to his mentor, "What do you need?"

"Karev, tonight is the night," the blonde glanced at Alex, who is looking clueless. "I'm doing it tonight."

Still having no idea what Arizona is referring to, Alex asked, "You're doing what tonight? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Alex!" His mentor exclaimed a little louder than normal, furrowing her eyebrows at him. "That thing we've been preparing for since last week! I'm doing that tonight."

Now learning what the older peds surgeon meant, Alex replied, "Oh! You mean-"

"Yup. I have surgery, so I can't go home and put the whole thing together. Do you mind?" Although she was certain that her former student was willing to do it for her, Arizona pulled her puppy dog eyes – which she rarely used, especially not on Karev.

"I do mind," he rolled her eyes. "But I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"No, you really don't," the blonde flashed her super magic smile, even behind the mask. "And make sure Callie doesn't suspect a thing, okay?" Arizona ordered Alex, who immediately left the room after her final reminders.

Arizona was nervous, but her hands remained steady. She was going to ask her wife to be her wife, and she's gonna do it tonight.


Arizona decided to do a sophisticated, yet intimate, proposal, which is why Alex, whose shift luckily ended early that day, bought all the things he needed and went to Callie and Arizona's home to realize the blonde's plans. As soon as he arrived to the couple's residence, he started decorating. Rose petals were scattered on the floor, tracing a path from the front door to the living room, and from the living room to the bedroom; there were also some on their bed, forming a big heart. Scented candles, which will be lit by Alex later when Arizona gives him the signal, were also positioned on different parts of the house to give a more romantic ambience. After calling the chef hired by Arizona and giving him a heads-up about tonight's event, Alex set up a table on the living room, where the two women will be eating dinner. The table was covered with a red table cloth, where candles and a bottle of wine will be waiting for the couple. When Alex was about to start hanging photos of the couple everywhere inside the house, he received a text from Arizona.

Just finished surgery. Everything ready?

Before he could reply, Arizona called Alex, which he quickly answered, "Hey, I just need to hang your photos and then I'm done. You have unbelievably a lot of photos so give me an hour, tops."

Realizing that an hour of stalling Callie might not be so bad and obvious, Arizona answered, "Okay. Thank you so much, Karev! I owe you one."

"You definitely do," Alex smirked. "Dude, I gotta go, if you want me to finish this thing."

"Right. You got it. Bye. And thank you, once again," Arizona ended the call.

Alex sighed to himself once the call was over, "I am never getting married."


After talking with Karev on the phone, Arizona immediately went to find Callie, whom she found in her office, napping on her desk over a pile of charts. Her heart softened at the sight before her. The Latina looked peaceful, albeit uncomfortable. She approached Callie, and kissed the top of her head.

"Callie?" The brunette stirred at her wife's soft call.

"I'm awake," Callie grunted sleepily and sat up. Seeing the blonde smiling and staring at her earnestly, she smiled back, "You ready to go? Why are you still in your scrubs?"

"I figured I find you first, and we'll go to the lounge together. Your things are there, anyway," Arizona gave her wife a peck on the lips from across the table and went to sit on Callie's office couch.

Callie stood up, "Okay, let me fix myself first, and then we'll get going."

Noticing the charts on her wife's desk and wanting to delay their departure from the hospital, Arizona asked, "What about those charts? Are they done yet?"

"These can wait," the ortho surgeon gestured at the stack on her table. "You can't. And Space Needle can't."

Space Needle? We never went somewhere as relatively exorbitant as such place, not even during our anniversaries, Arizona saved the thought for later. "You know, I can wait. I can totally wait. Just finish them now," the peds surgeon tried to stall as unobvious as possible.

Before the other woman could argue, Arizona added, "Besides, I want to rest my leg for a while." The blonde had half-meant the statement. Her leg was reasonably doing just fine, but she said it anyway, knowing it would not elicit any further questions from Callie. The brunette sat back down her chair and resumed her aborted task.


"So, Space Needle? Don't you think it's a little too fancy?" Arizona asked genuinely, watching her wife doing her charts.

"What? No, no. Nothing's too fancy. We're celebrating a huge milestone in our lives. We deserve to treat ourselves. In fact, I don't think Space Needle is fancy enough for a celebration this big," Callie rambled, causing Arizona's suspicions to grow. Is she going to propose?

Wanting to support her suspicions, Arizona urged, "I just thought we were staying in."

The Latina, still looking down on her charts, let out a nervous chuckle and continued babbling, "Well, you thought wrong. We should go out; and give all the homophobes in the world the middle finger. But, you know, not literally, because I don't want to get in trouble and it's not my thing, although they definitely deserve it. Also, I already booked a reservation, and I don't want it to go to waste, so we should absolutely go."

Arizona just stared endearingly at her prattling wife. She argued with herself: She's definitely proposing. Or is she? No, she isn't. But what if she is? She can't! She shouldn't! I should propose to her before she does.

Arizona cut her wife's rambling, "Okay, I hear you. We'll go." Callie exhaled deeply in relief. "But we need to get home first, before we go."

Callie looked up with a questioning look, "What? Why? We need to arrive on time for our reservations."

The peds surgeon had thankfully thought of an excuse quickly, "Well, don't you want to wear something more appropriate for the place?" A radiant smile flashed across her face, "Don't worry, we'll just be quick." Or not.

"Fair point," the Latina agreed, and closed the last chart she was working on. "All charts are done, let's go."

Arizona glanced at her watch and learned that there are 15 minutes left before Karev finished his work, so she stalled, almost too defensively, "No no no! Let's… just… stay here first."

"Why? Is your leg hurting?" Callie asked, approaching Arizona with a worried look on her face.

The blonde assured her wife with a genuine smile, "No, my leg's fine."

Callie kneeled down in front of her wife. Arizona panicked: Oh my god! What is she doing? Why is she kneeling? Is she gonna propose now?!

"Are you sure? Do you want me to give you a massage?" Callie asked, earning a sigh of relief from her wife. The brunette knew that Arizona would never hesitate to ask for help now whenever her leg hurt — something she never would have done a few months after the plane crash — but she was still worried, so she asked. She was about to take Arizona's prosthesis off, but her attention was caught by something else. Callie, sounding like a mother scolding her child, looked at the blonde and asked, "Why are you wearing Heelys?"

Arizona somehow managed to learn to skate again during the past few months — something she practiced a lot during her free time since she had gotten her new, better, and more flexible prosthesis. It took a lot of falls and lectures from Callie until she got the hang of it. She only wore it to work for a few times before now; and during all of those times, she had to convince Callie to allow her. The Latina always insisted that Arizona let her know when she wanted to wear roller skates so she can ask someone to look after her 8-year-old wife; but she only decided to wear Heelys later that day so she wasn't able to inform — or convince — her wife.

Arizona smiled sheepishly at her wife, ignoring the second question, "My leg's fine, don't bother." Warranting a glare from Callie, the smaller woman guaranteed, "And I did not fall at all, I promise."

Callie rolled her eyes at her wife's stubbornness, "Fine. Let's go. I still need to return these charts to the nurse's station, but after that we'll be on our way to the lounge." She stood up and offered her hand to Arizona, which she gladly accepted.

Once Callie settled the heap of charts onto her arms, she and her wife walked — or she walked and her wife skated — side-by-side to the ortho nurse's station. Arizona still hadn't received the go signal from Alex so she moved at a slow pace; and Callie's eyes did not fail to notice this.

"Why are you moving so slowly?" Callie inquired, confusion evident on her face.

"No, I'm not moving slowly. This is my normal pace," Arizona defensively argued. In reply, Callie flashed her an accusing 'I don't believe you' look. "I skate too fast, I get a lecture. And now, I skate too slow, I still get a lecture?" She pouted.

Callie stopped walking, causing Arizona to also stop skating. "What are you hiding? What did you do?" Callie knew her wife. After all the years they have been together, and not together, she had memorized the other woman's every blink, every wink, and what they meant. She grew familiar with the look on her wife's face whenever she was up to something; this was the look that the blonde was giving her right now — or at least that's what Callie thought.

"What? No. I'm- I didn't do anything. No. There's nothing. And I'm not hiding something. No, nothing," she skated — still too slowly — away from Callie, who immediately caught up behind her.

She's totally hiding something. Is she planning to propose? Should I be expecting some party poppers in the attendings' lounge? Just like her wife earlier, Callie had reached an internal struggle herself.

While rolling on her skates, Arizona received a text from Alex. She pulled out her phone and opened the message, revealing a mere thumb-up emoji. She sent a quick 'Thank you! xoxo' and put her phone back to her pocket. Seeing that there was no longer need to stall, she sped up — rather, attempted to.

"Hey, no texting while ska-" Callie hadn't finished her sentence. She dropped all the charts she was carrying and caught Arizona just in time, saving her butt from touching the floor. "Are you okay?" Equal parts of concerned and displeased were displayed on the brunette's face.

Arizona knew her wife was furious. Before her wife can give her all kinds of 'I told you so' looks and lecture her, she joked, "Quick reflexes."

Callie rolled her eyes. "You are so not skating at work, again. Never," she told Arizona in an especially serious tone, who pouted in response.


After a while of letting the blonde recover from her nerve-racking almost-accident, Callie hunkered down to pick the charts up. Arizona wanted to help as well, so she kneeled as much as her prosthesis allowed.

Callie looked up and saw Arizona was on her eye level. She paused, and stared at the woman in front of her. Feeling brown eyes on her, blue eyes met said brown eyes; and they were instantly transported into another world, lost in each other's eyes.

Their faces were close to each other. They could feel each other's breaths and smell each other's scents. They focused on each other, and forgot the world around them.

Both women maintained their eye contact for almost a whole minute, when they realized they were now both in a kneeling position.

Earth kept revolving. Time never stopped ticking. Doctors and nurses continued walking. The whole world carried on with their businesses. For other people, it was nothing special. They were just two surgeons picking up patients' charts. Some won't even notice them.

But for Callie and Arizona, it was when time froze. It was when the whole world stopped revolving. It was when nothing else mattered. It was the right moment. It was the perfect moment. No questions needed to be asked; they already knew the answer.

"Yes," Arizona, almost teary-eyed, said softly, flashing her super magic smile.

Returning the smile, Callie echoed, also teary-eyed, "Yes."


A/N: If anyone noticed, this story was inspired by Mitch & Cam's proposal from Modern Family. They're so cute! I didn't wanna spoil you guys so I didn't state it on the A/N above. Thank you for reading!