Arizona
Two days until Christmas. The ER is always busy this time of year. Because my center's a part of Grey Sloan now, I can scrub in to help when times get busy. Some weird shit happens around Christmas time. This morning, I've made good use of the extra students my surgeries have brought in and guided some of them into removing a peanut from a child's nose, treating second-degree burns caused by pre-Christmas panic-cooking and stitching up a wound caused by an out-of-hand sibling argument. As I head towards a monitor to complete some paperwork, I bump into Owen. He has his scrub cap on and is staring intently at the OR schedule board.

"Hey, how's it going?" I ask quickly, before hiding behind a monitor.

"Just trying to move some OR time around," he says. He erases some surgery details and replaces them with new ones before continuing conversation. "How's the ER?"

"Busy," I confirm but don't go into too much detail. I know he's just making small talk. "The kids excited for Christmas?" I change the subject, not taking my eyes off the screen.

"Betty seems a little... antsy," he says, voice full of concern. "I guess it's understandable..." He drifts off and focuses on something else. "Leo hasn't got a clue what's going on," he laughs. "But, he likes the lights and all the holiday chocolate. What about Sofia?"

"Yeah, she can't wait!" I say, enthusiastically. Then there's a pause. I feel guilty about the whole Amelia situation. Owen has always been so kind to me and now I'm seeing his ex-wife. I feel a little like a traitor. I've got to say something. "Owen," I demand his attention. "I just want you to know... It wasn't intentional," I say. He looks kind of confused. "With Amelia, I mean. We just... sort of... happened." My eyes dart to the floor "And, I know... I know she's your ex-wife... and you're my friend. You're a good friend. But, I couldn't... I never would have..."

"Arizona, relax," he grabs my shoulders and looks at me with kind eyes. "I'm not mad. Actually, I'm the opposite of mad. I'm really happy for you both. You guys make more sense than her and I ever did." I could cry with relief. The man is a saint. "Plus, with Teddy and the baby... I've never been happier. I'm glad you're happy together, too."

...

Amelia
It's been all hands on deck in the ER today... And, what have I been doing? Constantly looking for Arizona. She is the biggest workplace distraction. Fortunately, we're on the same shift today, so I get to spend a bit of time with her this evening.

It's 6pm and I've just finished patching up a pretty nasty gash from a tree-climbing accident. As I walk out of the hospital, I see the back of Arizona's head. She's sitting on one of the benches, waiting for me. It's pitch-black now and she huddles close to the end of the bench next to the streetlight, making sure she's completely lit up and in sight of everyone in the hospital. I hope she's not feeling too anxious. I walk up to her and gently place my hand on her shoulder. Her entire body tenses, but she quickly relaxes when she sees me.

"You ready to go?" I ask quietly. She stands up to face me, giving me her best smile. The urge to kiss her is overwhelming. I can't wait until this is all out in the open and I can kiss whenever and wherever I want.

"That depends... where are we going?"

...

"I've never been up here at night..." she says mesmerised by the view. We're at the top of the Space Needle, side-by-side staring out of one of the gigantic windows. "It's incredible," she breathes out. "You always take me places with great views."

"Well, you always provide me with a great view," I say, wrapping my arms around her waist. "I just feel like I need to return the favour."

"Ugh... what a line," she says, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Is it working?" I ask, hopefully.

"Mmm... maybe," she says, before lightly touching my lips with hers.

...

We're in the revolving restaurant now talking at ease about anything and everything. I'm desperate to ask what her Christmas plans are, but I don't want to seem too eager. Is it too soon to be spending some time together on Christmas day? We've only been dating for six weeks... The thought of not seeing her at all makes me feel sort of downhearted. Am I being too clingy?

"What are you doing Christmas day?" I ask, nonchalantly, hoping there's an opportunity to spend some time together.

"Well... I get all my favourite parts of Christmas with Sofia," she says, a little smugly. "She stays with me tomorrow night right the way through Christmas dinner and then Callie picks her up for Christmas evening."

"So, you're Santa for the night," I smirk. "And, what are your evening plans?" Keep it casual, Amelia. Calm and collected.

"Oh... uh, I don't actually have any. I guess I didn't think that far ahead," she says. "I'll probably just be drowning myself in cheese and wine before falling asleep watching 'The Grinch' or something."

It's now or never, Amelia. Invite her round. Do it! Do it, now!

"Wanna do that at my house?" I ask, again trying to appear laid-back about the whole situation. I glance at her quickly to try and gauge her reaction before turning my attention back to my food. Oh, God. That's a long pause.

"Are you sure?" She asks. I look up at her again to see excited eyes and I can't help but smile.

"Sure, why not?" I'm doing a really good job at this whole 'cool' act I'm putting on. "It's obviously not a good idea for me to partake in the wine side of things, but I'd never pass up a cheese board." I say, playfully. Come on, Amy. Stop with the pretences. Just tell her. Just tell her. "Plus... I..." Ugh. I hate being truthful with my feelings. Feeling vulnerable is the worst. But, with Arizona, I want to be. If this relationship's going to go any further, like I want it to, I want it to start on a solid foundation. "I... I'd really like to see you on Christmas day," I say, taking one of her slender hands in mine. "I know we've only been dating for six weeks but... you're quite quickly becoming one of my special people." And, there it is. It's out there in the open. I'm a total sucker for this woman, and now she knows it.

"I am?" She asks, wide-eyed and innocent.

"You are," I confirm with a smile.

She bites her lip, trying to suppress the goofy smile that's about to spread across her face. Suddenly, she's up out of her seat and slides into my side of the booth, planting a breathtaking kiss on my lips. It's the kind of kiss that doesn't need any words to explain its intentions. As she breaks it, she looks at me with those beautiful eyes in a way that lets me know I'm becoming one of her special people, too.