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Chapter 3

Everyone tried to talk sense into Callie. Bailey had tried to reason with her that she couldn't possibly blame Arizona for what happened. How they would need each other now more than ever. Teddy tried to explain how Arizona was hurting too, how Arizona needed her just as much as she needed Arizona. Even Mark tried to talk sense into her. He told Callie how Arizona wouldn't leave her side, and how if it wasn't for her both their daughters would be dead. How Arizona already blamed herself for something that was an accident. He tried telling her that she needed to forgive Arizona. But you can't force someone's mind to change.

Arizona moved out before Callie and Sofia were discharged from the hospital. It had killed her to move out of the small home she and Callie had bought together. Apartment 502 harbored such horrible memories for Callie and Arizona, that this new home had been a part of their fresh start. Now they needed another one. It had now been 3 months since the accident. She moved into a small two bedroom apartment for when Sofia did stay with her. Callie said that they would split time with their daughter. Arizona already knew she didn't have to ask Mark, but she asked Mark to take care of Callie anyway. He promised he would.

When Callie returned to work they would hardly speak to one another. They only ever spoke when it had to do with Sofia. They wouldn't even talk about work because if Callie needed a PEDs surgeon she would request Karev and if Arizona needed ortho Callie would send someone else. Eventually Arizona began to just pass all ortho cases to Karev. She wanted to make sure these kids got the best orthopedic surgeon available and Callie was the best. It wasn't that Arizona hadn't wanted to talk with Callie. She desperately wanted to talk to her. To ask her how she was doing, to ask her if she needed anything, heck Arizona would have settled for just being able to breath the same air as Callie for one minute, but Callie kept all their interactions short.

Six months after the accident Arizona heard a knock at her door. It was late, Arizona was already dressed for bed in a tank top and boxer shorts. Arizona opened the door and was in shock. She hadn't seen Callie up close for a while because Mark had been handling most of Sofia's drop offs, but Callie still looked stunning. Arizona could tell something was wrong too.

"Callie, what is i-" she began, but was quickly cut off but Callie's lips, which kissed her roughly and pushed her back into her apartment, slamming the door shut behind them. Arizona had tried to slow it down, tried to ask Callie what was happening, but Callie wouldn't allow it, as she continued to kiss her forcefully. Her kisses insisting that there be no talking. Callie reached roughly for Arizona's breasts pinching her nipples through her tank top, making Arizona groan. Then Callie reached for Arizona's shorts and tugged them down before pushing her up against and then on top of Arizona's dining table. She ran her fingers through her slit a few times, and then quickly plunged two fingers up into Arizona.

"Ah!" Arizona moaned tearing her mouth away from Callie. Callie plunged into Arizona fast, hard and deep, and Arizona had no choice but to wrap her arms around Callie's neck and try and hang on.

"Callie. Ah. Callie," Arizona sighed with every hard thrust, but Callie quickly silenced her by kissing her roughly once again, swallowing her moans. When Callie felt that Arizona was close she used her thumb to swipe across her clit, and then she felt Arizona's body shiver as her walls clamped around her fingers. Arizona was gasping for air as Callie milked her release by massaging her inner walls before finally removing her fingers. Arizona was still clutching onto Callie, breathing deeply while she pressed her lips into the crook of her neck.

When Arizona felt composed enough she pulled back from Callie, and she tried to meet Callie's eyes, but Callie kept looking down. Arizona sighed, she had no idea what brought this on, but it pained her that Callie still couldn't look at her. But then Callie undid the clasp to her jeans, and pulled the zipper down before lowering her own pants down. Arizona looked on nervously, not sure what was or wasn't okay for Callie.

Callie took the lead as she took Arizona's hand and lead it to her sex. Arizona began rubbing up and down her slit slowly, Callie was soaked. She wanted to savor this moment, and toy with her wetness, but Callie had other plans as Callie took Arizona's hand, and pushed Arizona's fingers inside. Callie began thrusting her hips into Arizona, and Arizona got the message. She began pumping into Callie as best she could from her position still sitting on the dining table. She still didn't want to rush, but Callie did, and Callie held onto Arizona wrist, ensuring that Arizona's fingers stayed deep inside her as she thrusted her hips hard to meet them. Callie expelled quite gasps on every hard in stroke, and Arizona could feel that her walls were tightening as now Callie's release was close. A few more hard thrusts, and Callie opened her mouth, but no sound came out as she released a silent scream.

Callie was beyond spent, and collapsed forward pushing Arizona so that Arizona was lying flat on her back on the table. Arizona ran her hands up and down Callie's back trying to sooth her as Callie regained her breath. She missed the feeling of Callie's skin. Callie had small goose bumps form as she enjoyed the feeling of Arizona's soft hands rubbing her back, but it quickly became too much, and suddenly Callie pushed off of the table. She pulled her pants up, buttoned and zipped them and then began to turn to leave.

Arizona desperately reached out for Callie's arm, "Wait Callie!" But Callie quickly pulled her arm away. "Goodnight," was all Callie said as she walked out of the apartment. That's when Arizona realized what Callie had been trying to silently communicate with her the whole time. Callie wasn't there for her. She was there for sex.

Every few weeks Callie would leave Sofia with Mark and Lexie, then go over to Arizona's. They'd have sex, and then Callie would leave. Any attempt Arizona made to try and talk would be dismissed by Callie. Callie would run away from Arizona every time, and it broke Arizona a little more each time. Arizona wanted to stop, but the moment Callie would show up she wouldn't be able to resist her. Even this horribly cold, distant, withdrawn Callie was better than no Callie for Arizona.

5 months had passed since Callie's first late night visit. 11 months since the accident. Arizona was waiting patiently for Callie, or more likely Mark, to drop off Sofia. They were late. Arizona hoped Callie remembered that it was her night. Her doorbell rang and she excitedly raced to open her door.

"Calliope. Hey," Arizona said cheerfully. Callie stood there cradling Sofia. She also had a bag for Sofia which had milk for her. Arizona was about to reach for Sofia.

"She's been a little fussy today," Callie said unable to make eye contact.

"Oh, well don't worry. It's probably nothing, but I'll keep an eye-"

"I don't think I can leave her here," Callie interrupted.

"Callie-" Arizona began. She was always overly patient around Callie, but she didn't see Sofia enough as it was. Her patience was running out.

"No, Arizona, what if it's something bad. What if she's sick?"

"I'm a pediatric surgeon, and I know how to take care of my kid," Arizona said with frustration evident in her voice. When she saw Callie make a face she gave up. "Just- just go Callie. I'll see Sofia tomorrow," she said her voice cracking.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I can't let it go," Callie said sadly, as she had tears in her eyes.

Callie watched Arizona's heart break a little bit more. She had watched Arizona's heart break a little more after every single one of their encounters, and she wished she could reconcile whatever it was inside of her that kept doing this to Arizona. The woman she desperately loved, but didn't know how to be with. The woman that she kept hurting.

She watched as Arizona went to close the door. Right before the door was about to shut Arizona felt something push against it, and Arizona opened the door to see that Callie was using her free arm to keep the door from closing.

Callie's brown eyes finally met Arizona's blue, those eyes desperately wanted her to say something, "I need to try. But I don't want to leave her. So maybe, uh, we all spend some time together?"

"Really?" Arizona hated how vulnerable she sounded in that moment, but at the same time she needed Callie to mean this.

"I could make us some dinner, and then you can spend time with Sofia," Callie offered.

"Okay, but I can make dinner," Arizona said as she stepped aside to let Callie and Sofia in.

"No, you spend time with Sofia, just what do you have that I can make?"

"Mac and cheese?" Arizona asked with a grin as she took Sofia out of Callie's arms. She quickly placed a kiss on each of Sofia's cheeks, and took her to the couch.

"And?"

"I have some chicken out in the fridge." Arizona responded before blowing raspberries on Sofia's belly, making the girl giggle with delight.

Callie watched Arizona play with Sofia, and both looked so happy, and it made Callie feel warmth and love for the first time in a long time. She set about making the mac and cheese, and baking the chicken. She also steamed some vegetables even though she knew Arizona would rather not eat them. Callie was surprised she had the vegetables actually. Arizona fed Sofia some baby cereal and everything seemed to be perfectly timed so that Sofia was in her play pin when Arizona was able to join Callie at the dining table.

"Dinner looks amazing. Thank you," Arizona said with a genuine smile. These little moments were what she had always envisioned for when they started a family.

"It's nothing," Callie answered. Arizona reached for Callie's hand on the table, and gently squeezed it.

"It's not," Arizona stately before cautiously adding, "I know that, well, none of this has been easy."

"On either of us," Callie finished. They both let that hang in the air, and kept eating. They heard Sofia babbling in her play pin and both smiled.

"I think we should do something for Sofia," Arizona finally said, and Callie knew that she was referring to her birthday.

"Like a party?" She asked.

"Not really. I just think, maybe we should spend a day together as- as a family," saying the last part worried her. She didn't know how Callie would feel.

"I think that would be good," Callie sighed. Arizona looked at her questioning. "No, I mean it. It just hard to imagine. How much time has already passed."

"Yeah," Arizona sighed.

"But you're right. We should be together as a family," the way that Callie said it left Arizona with hope for the first time. She couldn't help but let her lips draw into a small smile before turning her attention back to her food.

It was late and the weather had taken a nasty turn for the worst.

"You guys could spend the night here," Arizona said. She meant it. She didn't want Callie driving home so late with this weather, but she also didn't want to see her family leave.

"I- I don't know," Callie said nervously.

"You could stay in my room, and I could stay on the couch. It's not like Sofia doesn't have her own room here?" Arizona tried to reason.

"Arizona, I'm not kicking you out onto the couch," Callie stated.

"I'm offering," the response came softly.

"I know. I mean, if I'm going to stay... then we can share the bed. Alright?" Arizona looked at Callie with disbelief. These were words she never imagined to hear from Callie, especially not right now. It was like in the span of hours their relationship had taken a one hundred and eighty degree turn in the right direction. In the end all she could do was nod.

Arizona had given Callie a large shirt to wear, and she went to finish getting ready for bed in the bathroom. When she re-entered her bedroom she saw that Callie was lying on her usual side of the bed, her back to Arizona. Arizona climbed into bed, and she was tempted to shift closer to Callie, but the strong back she was currently starring at didn't welcome cuddles. Arizona decided against too much too soon, and kept her distance.

"Good night Calliope," She whispered gently.

"Good night Arizona."

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