A/N: Apparently, they weren't ready to leave the airport yet. A little fluff and a much needed revelation lies within. All characters belong to Shonda, I'm just writing what I would have like to see. Also, thanks for the great reviews. Hoping to have another chapter up over the weekend.

Walking through the semi-deserted airport with their daughter dancing between them buzzing with excitement, Callie and Arizona were trying to focus on being present for their daughter. Neither would admit to the fact that they were deliberately counting to four as they inhaled and exhaled each breath. Both would absolutely deny the twitching in their fingers to reach out and link hands with the woman they had missed so dearly. Neither would admit to the excitement thrumming through their bodies as they felt the eyes of the other sneaking peeks at them. Both would absolutely deny letting their eyes drift in the direction of the other woman every few minutes. Yet, they both understood it was happening. They could feel it. They could nearly see the arc of energy extending from themselves to the other woman. So they knew, they KNEW the connection was there, it was mutual, it was familiar, it was exhilarating, it was overwhelming it was…terrifying. What they didn't know was what the other wanted to do about it, what she would do about it, or what they themselves wanted to do about it…what they would do about it.

Callie felt the heat of Arizona's stare as she did her best to keep her eyes forward and lead them to where they needed to go. She quickly stuffed her hands in her front pockets so she wouldn't be tempted to reach out and intertwine their fingers. She knew the blush of being examined so closely was creeping up her cheeks and she was helpless to stop it. She didn't need to look to know those gorgeous blue eyes were taking her in. She could always feel Arizona's eyes on hers. She always knew when she was being watched. No matter what she was doing, even in the midst of the most complicated surgery, she could feel the other woman's presence and was never disappointed to look up and see those eyes staring directly into her soul. So, she knew if she were to look up just now, that's what she would see. Rather she would see the blonde quickly averting her gaze for they no longer had that right. The right or freedom to openly take the other in. To look for the sake of looking. Something that was once taken for granted can now only be done in secret. She was walking through an airport with the woman who once meant the world to her. The woman who has held her heart in her hands for the last ten years. The woman who hasn't always been careful with that heart. The woman she left crying in a therapist's office. The woman she fought, brutally, for the custody of their child and even though she won, gave their daughter back to her, time and time again. The woman she had barely spoken to for two years. The woman who…oh god, after all that, without even speaking…she just…she just walked up and kissed her, and WOW! What a kiss, but still…she kissed her. She kissed Arizona Robbins in the middle of the airport, out of the blue, with no hesitation, and no regret…Nope she didn't feel a damn bit bad about it. That thought caused her lips to curl into a sly smirk as her perfectly manicured eyebrow arched just slightly.

It was then that she let her gaze slide to her right and soak up as much as she could of the blonde before she too was caught. Her soft alabaster skin was almost glowing. Her face was relaxed and she wore a soft smile with just a hint of the dimples that adorned her beautiful face. She had aged some, but gracefully so. Her smile lines around those luscious lips were a bit deeper, the lines near the corner of her eyes some would call crow's feet were slight but only served to enhance her sparkling ocean blue eyes. She wondered if she were to stare into those stunning eyes long enough if she would see slight traces of anger or resentment they held for so long. She hadn't seen it at first glance, but she had to admit, she was taking in the woman as a whole and wasn't focused on one particular asset. Considering her body language, she appeared relaxed, comfortable in her own skin once again, that swagger that was full of Arizona Robbins confidence and charm was back too. If she had to guess, and she would be guessing, HER Arizona had returned, at least the best parts of her. Over the past month, she had seen traces of the playful, perky, flirty woman who picked her up in a dirty bar bathroom. She had felt like the self-assured, type-A, hardcore surgeon had resurfaced. She wanted so badly to believe Arizona had found herself once again, or at least a new version of herself. She needed validation that she hadn't made a mistake four years ago. At least on the surface, she felt it, she saw it, only time would tell. In the past, she could always figure out what the other woman was thinking or feeling. But now, now she had no idea. That thought saddened her. They were almost like strangers but had so much history. That history is what she was counting on now. Those memories that flashed through her mind as their eyes locked for the first time in two years, encouraging her to kiss the other woman, that is what was giving her hope. Hope that she hadn't screwed everything up with one kiss, hope that she and her ex-wife and former lover were finally on the same page, hope that she could be lucky enough for a once in a lifetime love to find her a second time.

Arizona quickly looked away as soon as she saw the smirk appear on her ex-wife's face. She knew she was caught. But in that moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. Arizona couldn't keep her eyes from straying to her left to take in the glory that was Calliope Torres…and she was…Calliope once again. This woman wasn't the 'Callie' she had come to know before their split or even more so after their divorce. Callie after the divorce was guarded, closed off, her expressive eyes were void of emotion, her shoulders were slumped in defeat, and her face was tight with the stress and pain she had carried for so long. That Callie was sarcastic, angry, focused only on herself. Long gone were the worry lines etched across her forehead and near her eyes, the tight smile that was all she could manage at the time, the false sense of bravado she tried to project even when dating Penny. This woman walking alongside her now was the Calliope of old. Her gorgeous caramel colored skin had smoothed out, her dark chocolate eyes were swirling with emotion once again, her shoulders straight, head held high, and her gait was…almost cocky with an air of confidence she hadn't seen in so long. If she needed any proof that Calliope Torres was back and walking tall again, that kiss…MAN that kiss…the way the other woman strode up to her, took her face in her hand and went for what she wanted…yeah, that kiss was enough for her to know. In that very moment, with that thought, Arizona felt every last trace of hurt and resentment about her wife walking away from her leave her heart. If it meant that this person, this Callie, her Calliope, found her way back to herself, then it was worth it.

Still feeling that soul-searing gaze on her, Arizona began to wonder what her ex-wife was seeing, what she was thinking. Was she seeing the resentful angry woman who had hurt her so irreparably? Did she see the woman who made her feel stuck in a cycle of broken promises and empty apologies? Or did she see the woman she had become since that day, because of that day? Did her ex-wife see all the hard work she had done in therapy? Could she see the self-acceptance, the healing, the appreciation she held for being alive once again? Could she feel the happiness that waking up each day brought her? Was she looking for signs of anger, resentment, emotional anguish, physical pain? Oh God, was she watching for a limp, listening for a pained sigh, preparing herself to hold her up if needed? What would her dark eyes hold if she looked into them just now? At one time, those expressive mocha eyes would be brimming with love, loyalty, honesty, happiness, hope, and passion. For so long after the crash, whenever she would look at the other woman, she mistook the compassion, empathy, and pain that was actually there for pity, regret, and guilt. She had learned in therapy, far too late to do anything about it, that she had projected her own feelings onto her wife and what she was feeling inside herself is what she allowed herself to see coming from the other woman. After she learned the truth behind the amputation of her leg, she had come to see the truth of that as well. Callie never pitied her, she never felt guilty for cutting off her leg because she hadn't, she never felt regret for having married her because she loved her so much she wanted her to have someone, even if it weren't her wife.

This thought gave her courage to turn and look the other woman in the eyes. She was nearly taken aback by what she saw swirling in those deep brown pools of emotion. Yes, she saw the compassion, it was nearly impossible for Callie not to be compassionate, but she also saw the loyalty, honesty, healing, and shining most prominently was the hope. The look on her face, the shy smile accompanied with the look in her eyes was almost childlike, it was soft and vulnerable, and downright adorable. With a smile of her own, Arizona hoped she could reveal her own feelings through a single look. But just in case, she allowed herself to walk even closer and reached her left arm out to loop it through the crook of Callie's elbow, effectively linking them together. Her heart did a flip in her chest when she saw the goofy grin cross those plump red lips and felt Callie's left hand rest on top of hers lacing their fingers together. Nothing was said aloud as they continued walking, but a silent message had been passed between the two women. Home.

Reaching baggage claim, Sofia immediately spotted the carousel which contained their luggage. It wasn't difficult as the terminal designated for private planes only held three carousels and two of them were not in use. Looking back to make sure her mommies weren't far behind, she smiled when she saw the two walking arm in arm. She would be lying if she said she hadn't hoped for this, hadn't wanted it for as long as she could remember. She had very few memories of her moms together, but they were so precious to her. She didn't know what happened or what went wrong, but she knew it didn't stop them from loving each other. She could see it in their eyes, hear it in the way they asked about the other. She also knew if she were able to get them together, just for a little while, they would see it too. They would remember their love and what it felt like to be a family, how happy they once were. She had hoped when she started acting out that her mommy would call and talk to her mama and they would see that they missed each other and…well she didn't know what after that. She just wanted them to talk again. She never expected her mommy to just pack up and move across the country so she could be happy with both moms in the same place again. That was something mama would do. Mama just did and didn't think about it. Mommy was the thinker, the worrier, mommy didn't just act on her feelings, she weighed things out. Not this time, not when it came to her apparently, this time, she just decided they all needed to be in New York, and well, here they were. She giggled to herself a little as she thought about that kiss. Not that she was big on seeing her parents kiss, but if it meant they were finally ready to admit their feelings, she was all for it. Now, she just had to make sure mommy stayed with them until she figured out she didn't want to find her own house. Maybe mama would be able to convince her to stay. It looked like she wanted her to stay too.

Her suitcase passing in front of her broke her from her thoughts. As she reached out to grab it, she heard "Sofia Robbin! Don't you dare." from not one, but TWO concerned voices. With her back still to her moms, she rolled her eyes and thought, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, they can be soooo extra. She turned then just in time to see her mommy pulling her suitcase from the conveyer belt and set it next to her own. She laughed as she watched her mama struggle with the big black duffle bag and was nearly knocked off balance by the weight of it. "Jesus Arizona, are you sure you even needed to hire movers? It feels like everything you own is in this bag." Her mama asked her mommy giving her a fake glare. Knowing what was in the bag, she waited for her blonde mother to get embarrassed or upset by the comment. Instead, she just looked her way with that funny little smile she got sometimes. Arizona looked at Sofia and saw the glint of understanding in her eyes and nodded slightly. She tried to hide the smile as she watched Callie struggle with the black duffle bag and finally set it on its wheels and pull the handle.

Taking her own suitcase and handing the smaller pastel rainbow suitcase to her daughter while sharing a conspiratorial wink, Arizona headed for the exit. She choked back a laugh as she heard her daughter say, "Mama, you're pulling mommy's leg." But she couldn't hold it in when she heard the gasp from the taller woman and the scolding that followed, "Yes baby girl, I was only joking with mommy…SOFIA! You can't say…that's not…I mean, that is not an appropriate…" Callie was astounded. She couldn't believe her daughter would say such an insensitive thing about and especially in front of Arizona. She had no idea how to fix this. She knew if she looked at her ex-wife just now, she would be devastated. Things were going so well. What the hell had gotten into her daughter. Just as she opened her mouth to really let her daughter have it, she was cut off by peals of laughter. She looked up to see not just her daughter laughing, but Arizona was nearly doubled over she was laughing so hard. She was dumbfounded and had no idea what had come over the two. Maybe they were delirious with exhaustion. Confused, she watched her ex-wife walk up behind her wiping tears from her eyes as she unzipped the bag she still held in her hand. Looking at its contents, understanding finally dawned as she saw a running blade and what she once referred to as the sexy leg, along with compression bandages, spare sleeves, and basically anything else she would need to care for her leg. She was, in fact, literally pulling Arizona's leg behind her. "You should see your face!" Arizona offered breaking into giggles again. Shaking her head she looked up incredulously and spit out, "You still suck at jokes!" Though she wasn't really angry, more mystified that her ex-wife thought it was funny, she stormed off with the bag in tow mumbling under her breath, "Of all the things you teach our daughter, it's your sucky sense of humor! ¡Esto no es gracioso! ¿Por qué te ríes? Tirando de tu pierna ... jajaja ... muy gracioso. Estúpidos juegos de palabras con las piernas. ¿En serio Arizona?" (This is not funny! Why are you laughing? Pulling your leg…hahaha…very funny. Stupid leg puns. Seriously Arizona?) Hearing the giggles behind her was actually music to her ears, but she couldn't get past the ridiculousness of it all and if she had to admit, being the butt of the joke never really set well with her. So, she decided she would pout just a little bit longer. Especially if it meant she got to hear her favorite sound in the whole world that was her daughter and ex-wife laughing together.

Following Callie out the door, both Arizona and Sofia tried to stifle their giggles as they reached the black Range Rover parked in the nearest handicap parking space. Watching Callie toss the heavy bag in the back, Arizona was starting to worry that maybe they had crossed a line. Her leg had been such a huge point of contention in their marriage. It wasn't until long after Callie had moved away that she learned to accept her new body and all the frustrations that came with it. She had developed a love/hate relationship with her leg and if she couldn't laugh about it every once in a while…well, she feared she would fall into that well of despair and depression she worked so hard to pull herself out of. But, just maybe, Callie wasn't there yet. Deciding to give herself a minute more, she walked to the side and opened the door for their daughter and got her situated before she returned to the back to help her ex-wife with the bags. Picking up her daughter's suitcase and handing it over, the two locked eyes for the first time since their daughter's little joke. She breathed a sigh of relief when the other woman smiled and shook her head at her. "So, we're laughing about it now huh?" Arizona smiled her genuine smile as she prepared to answer, she knew the airport parking lot in the middle of the night might not be the best place, but now seemed to be the best time, so she responded honestly, "I let it get in my way for so long. I let it destroy my life, OUR life, Callie. No matter how hard I fought it, it wasn't going to change. When I learned to accept that and live with it, I learned how to enjoy life again and if joking about it every now and again relieves some of the awkwardness or anxiety I still feel at times, then I have chosen to laugh rather than cry or be angry, or embarrassed, or anything else I felt during those first few years. Sofia has helped so much in rediscovering my silly side and helping me learn to laugh in difficult situations. I'm sorry that we upset you. I know my leg has brought you so much pain as well and for that, I will always regret my behavior and actions. There's so much more to say, I know. But I just want you to know, I'm in a much better place now."

Callie was shocked to say the least. Looking around, she couldn't help but think of the irony of this entire situation. Standing outside an airport, in a handicap parking space, hearing her ex-wife speak so openly and honestly about the loss of her leg from a plane crash, the one thing that used to make her retreat into herself, lifted a weight off her chest. She knew she was nervous about saying or doing anything in regard to the leg, but hearing these words, spoken so calmly and quietly in the wake of her daughter's little…joke or whatever it was, really helped ease the pressure she had built up inside her. But standing here, alone, just the two of them, no therapists, no preceding tension or argument, no prelude whatsoever, Arizona finally openly admitted what a big part the loss of her leg and her own behavior played in the demise of their marriage and for the first time ever, her ex-wife had acknowledged that she too had suffered from the whole ordeal. The entire situation brought a lump to her throat and had tears welling in her eyes. She finally looked up to see the tears that had formed within anxious blue eyes. She knew she had to say something. She wanted to say something as profound and meaningful as Arizona just shared, as she opened her mouth to do just that, what came out was, "So, does this mean the leg won't be standing between us anymore?" WHAT? Where the hell did that come from? That's all you got? She watched as the blonde tilted her head and squinted her eyes and finally let out a huge burst of laughter. Watching Arizona throw her head back and hearing her full on belly laugh for the first time in several years, Callie felt a different kind of tightening in her chest, something she hasn't allowed herself to feel for nearly four years. Just that simply, she knew she was starting to fall. Rather than fight it, she opened herself up to it and allowed that laugh to seep into her soul and do what it always did when she heard it as she too burst into laughter. It felt so good to hear the blonde laugh like that again and it felt even better to laugh with her.

Finally settling down, she looked at the beautiful woman in front of her who had just opened herself up and decided she really did need to say something more meaningful. "Thank you for saying that Arizona, I would say you don't know what your words mean to me, but I know that's exactly why you said them. You knew I needed them." Nodding her head, Arizona smiled softly, she lifted her arm and looked as if she were going to touch her but second-guessed herself. Instead of allow the other woman to feel as if her touch wasn't welcome, Callie opened her arms and asked, "Can…um…can I have a hug?" She relaxed as she watched the tension fall from Arizona's body as she stepped forward and threw her arms around her neck pulling her close. Closing her eyes, Callie wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's waist and reveled in the feeling of holding her close.

Seeing the tears well up in those expressive brown eyes, Arizona knew she had said the right thing at exactly the right time. She truly had no idea where her ex-wife was in her healing process. She feared what she had said might be too little too late. Then she heard the ridiculous response from the other woman and knew at that moment what she had said was exactly what she needed to hear. Once they stopped laughing and Callie assured her she did indeed say the right thing, she wanted nothing more than to pull her into a hug and offer her comfort. She raised her arm to do so but she second guessed herself at the last minute. Except for that kiss and the brief contact as they walked, she wasn't sure if this was too much too soon. To say she was relieved when she saw Callie hold out her arms and ask for a hug was an understatement. She didn't even hesitate to step in her arms and wrap her own around her neck. "Thank you." she offered quietly. Feeling the arms around her waist squeeze tight then loosen, she stepped back slightly and offered another shy smile. "You never have to thank me for holding you, Arizona and you don't ever need to doubt if I want you to hold me." That quickly, her heart stuttered in her chest and she felt herself take the leap. As she opened her mouth to say…something, she was saved by the sleepy voice from within the car, "Mommies, can we go now please?" Hearing their daughter whine, the two women stepped apart but maintained eye contact as Callie responded, "Yeah baby girl, let's get you two home." There it was again. Home