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I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you all for the love. This is my first story and i feel so much love thank you. For the people that asked yes Callie has a son and it is Arizona. Please review and let me know what you guys think.

CHAPTER 3

"Callie!"

"Yeah, sorry I was lost on memory lane. What's going on?"

"I just wanted to know if you were going to stay for dinner."

"No thanks sister. I've had a long day and I have a lot on my mind, so I think I will just take Luke home thank you though."

"Ok that's cool. Don't think too much on this ok. If you let it this will drive you crazy. The last thing I need is a crazy sister."

"Luke lets go baby get your stuff!" I yelled to my son. I turned to my sister and said "I'll try no promises thought."

Once Luke was fully strapped into the car, my mind started to wonder again. Not to the normal things though, you know like work, how Luke did in school or even what we were going to have for dinner. Oh shit what am I going to make for dinner? Now I was kind of wishing I had stayed for dinner with my sister. Instead my thoughts went to why Arizona would come back here now. Could she have known that my whole world, this little blue eyed baby boy was actually her son? How could she even have known? I didn't say anything and I knew that my sister didn't say anything.

My mother must have done it. That's who. She was the only one left that knew that Luke was Arizona's. I couldn't see how she could have done it though. My mom was a very strong and loving person. She was the type of mom that everyone called mom. All through middle school and even high school my mom was Mama Torres. She had always loved Arizona and wanted her and me to be together. She had always been our biggest fans and she thought he was my happily ever after. She had just recently asked me if I had ever told Arizona about Lucas. I remember trying to fast talk my way out of the whole thing. I had always been able to talk myself out of tickets, bad dates and even out of paying for some things. But when it came to my moms, I couldn't do it. It was like she already knew the bullshit before I even said it.

So instead of going in a circle, I just come straight out with it. I told her that I didn't want her to come back just for her son. That I could have her here, be that close to me and not hold her, not kiss her and not be able to have her in my life that way. I will never forget what she said. She looked at me with her green eyes and calmly said "Baby I know that girl hurt you in a way that you will never fully heal from and deep down you still love her. Anyone that knows you knows that girl will always be the love of your life. But what the hell gives you the right to rob your son from having his other mother. I know that you and your father had your issues growing up and look how wonderful you are. But a child should have both of his parents in his life." My mom did know how to play the guilt trip thing very well. So I told her that one day I would tell her. I guess I always knew I would have to tell her but not right now. As I started to really think about it I knew my mother would have never done that. She might not have agreed with my decision to not tell her but she always respects what I did and know that in the end I would come up on her side. So she would have never done that to me. I felt bad for even thinking badly about my mother.

"Mama what's for dinner?"

Once again my son's voice pulled me back to reality. We were almost home by now. Isn't it funny how you body and mind can go on auto-pilot and you can get home with out even really thinking about it? As I pulled into the driveway I turned to Luke and said "I don't know baby what sounds good to eat?"

"Mac and Cheese!" he said with the biggest smile on his face and starts laughing. I replied with a laugh and a kiss on his cheek, "you know you say that every time baby. But that ok, because I love Mac and Cheese."

As Luke and I got into the house I started to make dinner and yet again my mind started to wonder. I went back to the last time I had even seen Arizona. I had gone to Seattle to try and convince her that I loved her and wanted her to come back or for her to ask me to stay. I still remember the last conversation I had had with her.

"It's hard you know. How am I supposed to move on and get over you, with you sitting right there next to me? Everywhere I go there you are. They say that time heals all the wounds that you feel. Well, when does that process start for me? When do I get to wake up with you not my mind or go to sleep wishing that I could feel your arms wrapped around me? I know that all things work out for the best call me a damn optimist if you must. I'm just waiting to see the best in this situation. To become the person I am supposed to be due to this situation. Why do I have to be the bigger person about everything? Why can't you love me the way that I love you?" I yelled at her as I almost fell out of her little sports car. Why did I even get into this god damn car? Why did she still have this level of control over me? It was her eyes. It had always in her eyes. The way she looked at me when she wanted me to do something. I hated and loved that look at the same time. She played the puppy eyed guilt trip card better than even my mother. The way her blue eyes could see through all bullshit and straight into my soul.

The next thing I know she was climbing out of her car walking towards me. My heart still raced every time she walked towards me, after a year of not being with her i still wanted to feel her arms around me. To feel her lips brush against mine. Even when she wasn't looking at me, my heart still raced thinking of the next time I would hear her voice, feel her touch or even taste her lips. The simple scent of her brought me to my knees. God the way that she smelled.

Before I could realize what was happen, she grabbed me in one quick swoop and pushed her lips against mine. She could still make me melt with her lips. As her mouth over took mine with our tongues dueling it out the world just slipped away, and for that whole minute the fact that I came all the way out here for her to say that she doesn't know how she feels about me and doesn't know if she would ever come back, was completely worth it. I know that this was not the fix to our problems and this would never make it better, I still didn't pushed her away, instead I pulled her into me. I allowed her to hold me, to move her hands down to grab my ass. My arms when around her neck. For once in the last year I didn't have to think about anything. It was a time to turn everything off. I was allowed to not care, to not worry about how I was suppose to leave her and how much my life would change with her not wanting me or needing me the way that i needed her. I just needed to know that she truly loved me even if it was only for the night.

After that I don't really remember much. I do remember go to her house and I do remember her holding me, but after that I don't remember anything. The whole night was just a blur of lustful kisses and loving stares. In the morning I heard "Good morning babe." As those words fell out of her month I felt her love again washing over me. As I pulled myself together I really started to think about what I just did. I wanted so bad to cry and not ever get up again. To just lay there and die. But I couldn't do that, if I did that she would win, so that forced me to get up.

"Good morning. What time is it?"

"I think it's about 9 o'clock.