33 weeks. 7 weeks to go. It had been 7 weeks since Aria had turned up on our doorstep and still we weren't quite sure why. We hadn't pushed the subject because it was clear whatever it was she wasn't ready to talk about it. Under normal circumstances having an extra person around the house would probably get quite old, quite quick but work was hectic for both Arizona and I and we were exhausted from long hours and sleepless nights. Aria had become surprisingly helpful around the house. She did dishes, washing, cooked dinner and even started picking up and dropping Sofia off at school. With all the good however, also came bad. Aria still hadn't fully come to terms with Arizona and I being with one another. She had grown to love Arizona and didn't mind us living our life together but seeing it appeared to make her uncomfortable. Although we hadn't stopped being intimate with one another, we were naturally beginning to shy away from kissing in front of Aria, or from any form of touching really. I knew Arizona was starting to get increasingly agitated by the whole thing so I had arranged for us to spend a little time alone.
Aria was out of the house looking for jobs and Sofia was at school so if we wanted to spend some time alone together before the babies came it was now or never. "Quickly," I said as I watched Arizona quickly shuffled a pile of files together and stuff them into her bag.
"This is ridiculous," Arizona muttered as she slung her bag over her shoulder and exited her office. "You need to talk to her. Planning time to kiss without being judged is what I did in high school," Arizona informed me as we walked down the corridor together trying to dodge anybody that might want us to stay.
"Dr Robbins," an intern called out. We pretended not to hear his voice but he was fast enough to catch up. "Dr Robbins I was just wondering…"
"Nope, nope nope," she said shaking her head furiously as she held up her hand, telling him to leave her alone. Interns were so obedient.
"Robbins," another voice called, this time it was Alex. It would be a little harder to shake him off. "Before you go could you look in on Erica?" he asked as she started walking alongside us.
Arizona stopped abruptly and looked at Karev who was a bit confused by her sudden stop. "Karev, do you have to schedule time to have sex with your girlfriend? Probably not. Well I do because my wife's sister is a homophobe so unless somebody is dying, I'd suggest you let me go because in a few short weeks I'm going to have two baby boys and I know for sure I won't be having sex then," she said before patting his chest lightly.
"It's not important," he said unable to string a proper sentence together.
"Good," Arizona responded a smile forming on her lips as we continued walking through the hospital and out the doors and into the brisk air of the Seattle sun.
When we arrived home Arizona pushed me through the door our lips locked together passionately as her hands worked to undo the string on my pants. I pulled Arizona's top up over her head and tossed it aside before resting up against the kitchen island, Arizona exploring the inside of my mouth with her tongue, my hands roaming Arizona's body for the first time in what felt like ages. Just as Arizona was going to remove my shirt there was a clearing of the throat. We both stopped immediately. My stomach sunk as I spun around to see Aria standing in the kitchen holding a basket of washing.
"Wholy crap," I muttered as I covered Arizona with my body. Arizona rested her head against my back, her hands holding onto my scrub shirt shyly. "We didn't expect you home," I admitted.
"Obviously," Aria said as she turned around giving Arizona a chance to put her shirt back on.
I grabbed Arizona's shirt from the back of the chair and handed it to her, she slipped it on in one swift motion. "We thought you were looking for jobs today," Arizona said as she came out behind me.
Aria spun around and settled the basket of clothes on the kitchen island, "I was going to put this washing away then I was going to go out," she responded nervously her eyes darting all over the room but not settling on us.
"Aria, we love having you here, it's just…" Arizona started off by saying but I was quick to interrupt.
"We've had sex once since you got here," I blurted out.
"Callie," Arizona said as she glared at me.
"What? It's true. I get that you're still weird about Arizona and I being together but I need to get laid," I admitted.
"Calliope, I'm not weird about anything. If you wanted some time to yourself, all you had to do was ask," Aria explained.
"You do seem to get quite weird when we kiss or when we sit on the couch together," Arizona added.
"I'm not being weird about it," Aria defended, "I just don't want to cramp your style. I'm just trying to give you guys some space," she stated. "At first seeing Calliope kiss a woman was a bit odd but I don't care. I just don't want to be in the way."
"So you don't care about us kissing?" I questioned.
Aria shook her head furiously, "No. God no. Quite frankly it's refreshing to know you guys had sex still. I thought you were one of those weird old couples that had stopped having sex," she said with a slight laugh.
"Okay well that isn't the case so if you wouldn't mind we would like to…" my voice trailed off. I didn't think I needed to finish the sentence.
"Oh right. Yeah. You want to get your freak on," she finished before she grabbed her handbag off the counter and headed for the door. "Sorry" she mouthed as she closed the door behind her.
"Well that was odd," I noted with a shrug.
"No time to waist Torres, take your clothes off and get into bed," she instructed.
"Yes ma'am," I responded with a salute before I followed Arizona through to the bedroom.
Arizona pulled me into the room, our lips meeting as Arizona rested her hands on either side of my belly, "Ooo," she said as she drew back a smile forming uncontrollably on her face as she felt the babies kick against her hands, "Does that happen a lot?" Arizona asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Honestly," I said as I sat down beside Arizona, "when you're around, they kick like crazy," I responded lovingly. "I think they are pretty excited to meet their mama," I said as I placed my hand on my belly.
"My sweet baby boys, you need to stop kicking your mum," Arizona said as she whispered against my stomach "At least for the next couple of hours," she smirked as she looked up and pressed her lips against mine, lowering me back onto the bed, her body slowly moving beside me.
"I can barely move," I laughed against her lips.
Arizona kissed my lips over and over again, "you don't need to," she whispered as she slowly started placing kisses down the side of my neck.
I tilted my head upwards to give Arizona more room to work at my neck. I felt her hand run up the side of my belly, reaching my breasts, "you're breasts are so beautiful," she muttered as she nibbled my ear.
Arizona tore herself away from me and she hovered on top of me looking down, her arms holding her body up, "Are you sure you want to do this? I know you've been a bit reluctant," Arizona stated.
"It's not that I don't want you," I said as I raised my hand to push her hair back from her eyes, "I just feel ugly and I can't do much more than starfish," I informed her.
"Never say your ugly," Arizona scolded, "you are gorgeous. You are creating little tiny humans. Our little tiny humans. You are not ugly," Arizona repeated as she looked me in the eyes.
I listened to her words and after a few seconds of silence, allowing myself time to take in what she was saying I raised my arms, giving Arizona permission to remove my shirt.
Arizona smiled an uncontrollable smile. The kind of smile you expected to see from a highschool boy who was seeing boobs for the first time. Arizona slowly took my shirt off and tossed it aside revealing my large stomach and my maternity bra.
"Don't laugh at my bra," I said self consciously.
"I'm taking it off anyway," Arizona teased as she placed a kiss to my belly, slid her arms beneath me and with one flick, unclipped my bra.
I watched as Arizona tossed my bra aside her eyes googling my breasts as she plucked up the courage to touch them. "God," she murmured as she took each breast in her hands before bending down and placing her mouth around one, sucking it softly. I bit down on my lip as I watched her hand caress the other breast; she was turning herself on.
After getting herself hot and bothered playing with my breasts she slowly kissed down my body, her hands working at my pants as she slid them to my ankles. I kicked them off completely while she knelt to full height and pulled her shirt off in one swift movement. "Somebodies in a hurry," I smirked as I watched Arizona eagerly remove each item of clothing until she was naked.
"It's been like 4 weeks," she reminded me, even her breathing increasing in pace. It was like she had been given a chocolate bar and if she didn't eat it right there and then it would be taken away from here.
"Come here," I said as Arizona removed her final item of clothing, her beautiful naked body an image I saw regularly but never got sick off.
Arizona lowered herself down, her hand resting on my breast as she kissed me lovingly, a hint of lust and passion creeping through. "Just tell me if I'm hurting you," she whispered against my lips as I felt her hand slowly arrive between my legs.
Arizona pushed my legs open allowing herself more access to my sensitive areas. She hadn't even touched me yet but the anticipation made me moan quietly. Arizona rested her head on my belly as she finally ran her fingers down the front of my entrance. I felt my eyes fall shut as pleasure washed over my entire body.
"Does that hurt?" she asked.
I shook my head furiously. Quite the opposite actually, it felt incredible. Arizona usually had to warm me up but I was pretty wet between my legs already so Arizona slowly pushed her two fingers inside of me. "Oh god" I muttered breathlessly as Arizona pushed her fingers inside of me as deep as they possibly could. "Oh god," I repeated time and time again as her fingers moved in and out of me like clock work.
I knew we were alone so I wasn't holding back any signs of pleasure. I gripped the headboard above me, every thrust of Arizona's fingers causing me to move upward into the headboard, loud moans and screams escaping with every pump of her fingers. "Oh shit," I said as I felt her fingers slowly pull out of me. "Keep going," I begged.
Arizona replaced her fingers with her tongue, her tongue licking up all the excess cum between my legs while stopping to lick my sensitive spots. I felt my hand fall to her head as I urged her to continue.
"Somebody is enjoying themselves," she whispered against my clit. Arizona took my leg and lifted it up, hanging it up over her shoulder as she dug her tongue deep within me. She flicked her tongue, over and over again causing me to thrust myself into her for more.
"Keep going!" I screamed, the pleasure unbearable.
Arizona recognized that I was so close to reaching the point of orgasm which made her pull away, she wanted to work for it. Arizona slowly moved upwards, her mouth resting on mine playfully.
"You're a tease," I said against her lips that tasted so strongly of myself. "Turn around," I instructed as I let my own hand fall between her legs, "I want to taste you," I informed her.
Arizona smirked against my lips, 69 was her favourite sex position after scissoring and there was no way I was capable of that right now. Arizona landed a final kiss on my lips before turning herself upside down her tongue swiping between my legs to let me know she was ready. I took her legs and I pulled her upwards. I kissed her clit softly. I started running my mouth up and down her entrance, my finger rubbing her clit in a circular motion as she did the same. There was so much pleasure between my legs that concentrating on what I was doing was proving difficult.
Our tongues explored one another's vagina's, enjoying every lick, every touch and every shudder of one another. I could tell Arizona was reaching her climax as her tongue started to slow. I pulled her body into my face more and I started sucking at her, my tongue circling her entrance at high speed.
"I'm close," I heard her mumble as she attempted to speed up, she wanted to give me the same pleasure that she felt between her legs.
Arizona circled her tongue and pushed it into my entrance, flicking her tongue out and repeating the task as I too felt my body ready to climax. With a couple more swipes of one another our bodies shuddered against one anothers and we both fell weak. I raised my hand and I rested it on her ass, enjoying the novelty of her naked ass in my face.
"God," Arizona whispered as she rested her head on the mattress between my legs her body recovering from the orgasm that had weakened her.
I leant forward and I placed a light kiss against her entrance. A harmless notion. Arizona let out a high pitched moan. She was obviously ready for more. That was the beauty of women, we could go all night if we wanted too. I took her hips and I slowly moved her backwards on me so she was sitting on my face. I flicked at her clit with my tongue causing the blonde to arch her back, her hands digging into the sheets as she felt the buildup of pleasure on top of the pleasure she was already feeling.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned loudly which made me wanted to work harder. Arizona started moving up and down lightly against my tongue, my tongue moving against her most sensitive areas in attempt to make her organsm; again. I placed one hand on her waist to stabilize her and I brought the other hand up beneath her so I could rub her clit while I tongued her entrance. The combination of the two caused her an enormous amount of pleasure.
"Fuck," she said as she moved quicker and quicker against me before finally and suddenly falling weak. I gave her one final swipe with my tongue before she flopped into my arms.
Arizona crossed her legs, savoring the feeling she had pulsing between her legs. "Oh my god," she whispered as she buried her face into the side of my breast, her body weak against mine.
We lay there for some time while Arizona regained strength. Usually I was the loud, out of control one that experienced orgasm after orgasm at the hand of Arizona but today she was the one that was subjected to an immense amount of pleasure. I knew she had been craving it, my tongue against her skin confirmed it. Every touch, every movement against her, her body replicated it with force twice as hard in my direction. I pressed my lips against her forehead, her face still buried into the side of my breast, almost out of embarrassment for how weak she was.
"I was so loud," she whispered shyly as she took my hand and intertwined her fingers into mine.
"You were so horny," I smirked as I leant down to look at her.
Arizona buried herself deeper into my side in attempt to hide her face. I lifted her chin up and I kissed her, 'I loved it," I whispered as I pulled her closer into my body, tugged the blankets up over us while we enjoyed a long, well deserved cuddle.
Arizona drifted off to sleep, her small body abysmal compared to the expectant mother of twins. I too was about to drift off to sleep when I heard a knock at the door. I looked down at Arizona who was fast asleep. I slipped my body out from beneath her quietly, making sure I didn't wake her. I grabbed my silky robe from the back of the door and wrapped it around myself before I left the room.
'COMING!" I called as loudly but as quietly as I could. I beelined for the door and opened it revealing the familiar face of my sister.
"Did you forget your key?," I asked her as I headed for the kitchen in search of a water.
"Nope, just didn't want to walk on something not for my eyes" she said as she closed the door behind her. "Where's the Mrs?" Aria asked as she sat up to the kitchen island.
"Sleep," I informed her as I sculled a glass of water.
"Wore her out ha," Aria said, half joking and half not. "What do you guys do for sex anyay?" she asked generally curious.
"Your joking right?" I asked her as I leant against the counter.
Aria shrugged, "not really," she admitted.
"You need to watch some porn Aria," I laughed.
"Like do you guys use a strap on," she asked, her face straight faced and apparently intrigued.
I looked at Aria, silence filling the gap between us as I tried to determine if she was serious or not. It seemed she was. "We have before but not usually," I said casually.
Aria nodded as she looked around the room nervously, "Sorry I've been cramping your style lately. I didn't realise I was… you know, getting in the way of… everything," she said cautiously.
"It's kind of hard to have sex with this belly anyway," I admitted.
"I was wondering how you did it with the babies and what not," she said, her head tilting to the side almost trying to figure out the logistics of it all.
"Aria...are you going to tell me why Mama and Papa kicked you out?" I asked her. The one topic I had tried so hard to bring up but each and every time I did, I was shut down.
"It doesn't even matter anyway," she said in attempt to shut down the conversation again.
"It does to me. It can't be any worse than announcing your gay to your homophobic family," I said with a slight chuckle escaping my lips.
"I…I... it's not even that big a deal," she said as she glanced down at the marble on the kitchen island.
"Well apparently it is to you," I observed my eyes locked on my younger sister hopeful for answers.
"Mama caught me and Macario having sex," she said a wash of guilt washing over her.
Marcario was the same age as Aria. He was 15 years old when he was sent from Mexico to live with our family. Immediately Aria and Marcario were inseparable. Mama had caught them kissing out the back of the house one day and Marcario was nearly sent back to Mexico. The only thing that stopped Mama from shipping him back home was Aria's promise that it would never happen again. At the time it didn't seem harsh or unrealistic, it was just the rules.
"Was it just the one time?" I asked curiously, trying to figure out as many details without upsetting the fragile latin girl.
She shook her head. I had figured as much. "We tried not too," she admitted.
"What did Mama do to him?" I asked curiously. I was scared to ask the question because I was sure I knew the answer too.
"His visa is conditional on him working for Ma and Pa. He's not now so I'd say he is probably back in Mexico," she said before standing up straight and attempting to change the subject before she shed a tear. "Hey, do you need me to pick Sofia up from school?" she asked me, a slight crack in her voice.
I wanted to say sorry, to hug her and tell her I understood her pain but I didn't. It seemed Aria preferred the forget about it approach to heartbreak. I shook my head in response to her question. "Arizona can do it," I informed her.
"No, let me. You two enjoy each others company. I could use the air," she admitted as she grabbed her hand bag, grabbed the car keys and left the house.
When Aria returned with Sofia in tow Arizona and I were dressed and pottering around doing jobs. I folded the washing because there was less chance of the washing making me nauseous than the smell of dinner.
"Hello sweetheart," I said to Sofia as she walked through the door.
"Mum this older boy at school said it's weird that I don't have a daddy," she said angrily as she stormed into the lounge and sunk into the chair in a huff. She didn't appear sad, more angry.
"And that makes you mad does it?" I asked her as I folded one of Sofia's t-shirts and put it into her pile.
"Yes because he is wrong. I do have a Daddy. He said that Mama isn't my real mama too," she growled.
"Well don't listen to her Sof, you know that's not true," Arizona called from the kitchen.
"I know. I just get angry," she said simply.
"Don't get angry baby, I think maybe he just doesn't understand. Sometimes when people don't understand something they like to make jokes and say mean things. It's best to not let it get to you," I reminded her.
As Sofia grew up this conversation was becoming more and more frequent. Arizona and I tried to take a nonchalant stance on the situation and let Sofia know it was okay to be upset or angered by peoples comments but not to take it personally. Usually Sofia tended to get sad instead of mad so it was a refreshing change for both of us to see her so strong minded about the concept of her 'different' family.
"Can you take your clothes to your room?" I asked her as I pointed to the pile of her clothes. Sofia picked up the pile and tramped of to her room.
"Does that happen a lot?" Aria asked.
"Yeah. Sofia goes to a very fancy, posh school, not a lot of people that don't adhere to the traditional idea of family," Arizona explained as she cut up the chicken into small little pieces. "Did you end up finding a job today?" Arizona asked curiously.
Aria shook her head, "not yet," she added quietly.
"Do you know what you're going to do?" I asked her. I was happy Aria was around and happy she was finding her footing again but I did wonder how long she planned to stay with us. After being kicked out of home it was hard to ask her about her living arrangements without making her feel unwanted all over again.
"Well I thought I might stay till the boys are born. I'd like to be around for one major event in your life. Then I thought I'd leave Seattle. Seattle is your home, not mine," she said.
"You're welcome here with us anytime Aria," I assured her.
Aria smiled, "I know but I should figure out my life. Get married. Pop babies out like you are. You guys make this look so appealing," she laughed.
"Oh god. We haven't always, have we babe," Arizona said from the kitchen as she scraped the chicken into the fry pan for it to sizzle.
"Definitely not," I added as I folded the last piece of clothing.
"Come try this," Arizona called as I stood up from the couch.
I made my way over to the kitchen, walking behind the island to where Arizona stood. She took a teaspoon of thick red sauce and she pushed it into my mouth.
"Mmmm," I said as a drop of sauce trickled down the side of my face.
Arizona laughed and pointed to the same spot on her face. I wiped my face hoping to remove the sauce but I wiped at the wrong side. Arizona laughed again and she leant forward and kissed it off.
"It tastes good," I assured her.
Arizona smirked, scrunched up her face and pecked my lips, "you're such a suck up," she muttered playfully.
"You two really do like each other," Aria said a smile spreading over her face. "Like love is one thing, it can be wrong, it can be dangerous, it can be scary, but you guys love each other and you really like each other," Aria said, as if the concept was foreign to her.
"Like her?" I said as I raised a brow towards Aria, "she wishes," I said playfully as I slapped her ass and headed over to grab the basket of washing and distribute the washing around the house.
"So Callie told me about your situation," Arizona said quietly after I left. "I hope you don't mind," she added.
"No… it's fine," she responded.
"Do you love him?" Arizona asked her as she stirred the sauce slowly.
"I think so. I don't really know what true love feels like," Aria admitted. "How did you know when you were first in love with Calliope?" she asked curiously.
"Oooh I know this one. It was such a specific moment for me," Arizona said excitedly. "So when I said it and when I knew it were two very different moments," Arizona laughed, her laugh filling the kitchen like she was telling a funny story to an old friend. "We hadn't been dating very long actually. Your sister and I were working on a patient together and I remember coming down the hallway and seeing her piggybacking this kid, our patient, down the corridor. She was laughing and her laugh was just…." Arizona paused as she thought of a word to describe my laugh. "Just vibrant and intoxicating. Till this day her laugh makes my heart feel like it's smiling, which isn't possible. I'm a doctor, I should know," she joked. "I just remember feeling so overwhelmed by her. She… I just can't explain it. This boy never looked happier. Her happiness, her laugh, it changed that little boys life forever and mine too it turned out," she said with a smile plastered on her face. "Then she fed him a lollipop against my medical advice so I had to yell at her," Arizona finished off by saying, a laugh escaping her mouth as she said it.
"Sounds like Calliope, always getting into trouble," Aria said with the roll of the eyes.
"What did you mean on the first day that you got here when you said, trust Callie to marry a woman who drinks red wine?" Arizona asked curiously.
"Oh gosh, that's a long story," Aria chuckled just as I returned to the room. "Calliope, Arizona wants to know why it's funny that you married a woman that liked red wine,"
"I told you she didn't like red wine when I first started dating her, she sprung that on me when I was already in to deep," I said as I climbed up to the island.
"When Arizona was like 15 she had a little girl crush," Aria said as she looked over to me to see my reaction.
"You're exaggerating," I snarled playfully.
"Baby, you had a girl crush at 15. You didn't tell me this," Arizona teased.
"Because it's not true," I objected.
"Arizona became fascinated with this pretty blonde down that worked at the bakery that Mama used to get her bread from. We hated going to the bakery because you had to order then sit for like 45 minutes while the bread cooked. When Calliope turned 14, Mama said she was old enough to go alone. Every week Calliope would walked the half hour there, sit for 45 minutes while the bread baked then walk half an hour home," Aria explained.
"It was always ridiculously hot too, tortuous hot," I chimed in.
"Well anyway… One day when Calliope was about 15 she came home all giddy which was unusual considering every other time she was grumpy and angry that she had to go but I didn't have too. I figured that's when Blondie started working at the Bakery. I didn't think much of it at the time. Then Calliope decided she was going to pick flowers from Mama's garden. She told Mama they were for the baker because she was feeding her treats while she waited…"
"She did feed me treats," I interrupted.
"It's no secret the way to your heart is through your belly. So every week Calliope started taking small gifts. One day she took money from papa's office and took one of her friends fake ID's and went to buy some red wine. Apparently the baker was a fan of red wine," Aria laughed. "Long story short the guy who owns the liquor store was a friend of our fathers, he called him down and Calliope was grounded for like an entire year," she laughed.
"Oh baby you did have a crush," Arizona teased as she scrunched up her nose cutely at me.
"She gave me nice food," I argued.
"When someone gives you nice food you say thank you, when someone you like gives you nice food you sleep with them or if your 15 you illegally attempt to buy them wine," Aria smirked.
"She was pretty okay," I admitted.
"Yeah well now you've got your own red wine loving bonde," Aria stated.
"Enough with the embarrassing stories," I begged.
"Noo… Tell me more," Arizona begged in return.
"Did Calliope tell you about the time she lost her virginity?" Aria questioned.
"Actually she did," Arizona said proudly knowing one story of my past.
"What about when she decided to play soccer?" Aria questioned.
I covered my face with my hands and I shook my head with embarrassment, "shut up Aria or you're gonna be living on the street,"
"Don't listen to her," Arizona said as she flew a hand in my direction as if to silence me.
"Calliope used to wear the same underwear and same sports bra to every game, they were bright pink and she didn't even have boobs. She also worse this ugly bright fluro pink headband. Looking at her you might have thought she was serious about the game but every game without fail she would score an own goal. One time she got the ball and dribbled the other way. She kicked it past her own goalkeeper. It was actually an impressive goal if it had been for the right team. How does one not realise they are kicking it into the goal of their own goalie?" Aria laughed.
"Sofia does that," Arizona laughed, "now I know where she gets her poor soccer skills from," Arizona teased as she looked over at me, giving me a small, intimate smile as if we were the only two in the room. She leant out and took my hand in hers, running her thumb over my skin lovingly.
Aria continued to tell Arizona stories of my past and Arizona continued to laugh or awwww me. We felt like a regular family, doing regular family things, even if there was nothing regular about us.