AN - You bet your Calzona loving hearts...
Callie's acquiescence lasted about 15 minutes. As she sat at her desk trying to get work done, she got progressively more and more angry, and she wasn't sure what she was angry about or whom she wanted to punch out. She only knew she was beginning to feel as though a pressure valve had blown and she was about to explode into some sort of terrible rage.
What is it? she thought. What is the matter with me?
The answer came easily. It's simple. You're in love.
Callie choked. The words came to her like a real voice talking briskly into her ear.
In love? No. In like, definitely. In quite a bit of lust. But love?
Yes. You might as well face it. You're in love.
If she was in love, that would mean she wanted to have Arizona as her wife — that she wanted to sleep by her side, to make love with her every night, to share her hopes and fears, to hear her laugh, to hold her when she cried, to have children and grow old together.… To her surprise, it all sounded pretty good. In fact, it sounded darn good. Sitting where she was, Callie began to smile.
Yes. I'm in love.
Bounding out of her chair, Callie headed for the elevator, then changed her mind and jogged to the stairs. Bursting into the conference room where Arizona had her work set up, she found her talking to a pretty young account assistant named Jo Wilson, and Leah Murphy, another employee.
"Excuse us," Callie said as she stepped between them and took Arizona into her arms. "We have an unfinished kiss to take care of."
Arizona was too surprised to put up much of a fight and Callie got her in a deep bend and began to kiss her with passion and gusto.
The two women were stunned for only a moment, then Leah laughed and said, "Hey, this is a place of business, you know."
Callie looked up and said, "Don't mind us. We're on break." And she went back to kissing the woman she loved.
"Oh, I see." Leah gave Jo a comical look and nodded toward the door. "We get the picture. Catch ya later." And they departed, chuckling as they went.
"Calliope!" Arizona struggled, coming up for air and laughing at the same time. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you," Callie told her helpfully. "I'm going to kiss you into submission, and then I'm going to make you agree to marry me."
"You…what?" Arizona felt dizzy.
Callie smiled at her lovingly. "Arizona, I can't let you go. Don't you see that?"
"Calliope, I thought I explained. There's too much…"
Callie didn't let her finish. "You're wrong, Arizona. This is between you and me. This has no more to do with what your sister has done than it does with the fact that my mother wants me to get married."
Arizona squinted at her. "Callie, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I love you Arizona! I want to marry you. And not because of my mother. In fact, I want to marry you in spite of my mother. And in spite of your sister. If my mother turned against you tomorrow, it wouldn't make any difference in how I feel about you. If Teddy robs a bank today, it won't matter. No one else matters in this, Arizona. It's you and me."
"You and me?" That sounded so good. Could she trust it?
"You and me."
Callie slipped her hand into her pocket and brought out an antique diamond ring that caught the light and sent sparks around the room. "My mother noticed I hadn't given you a ring yet. She wants me to give you this one. It's been in our family for over 100 years."
Arizona drew in her breath, staring at the beautiful piece of jewelry. "Oh, Calliope, I can't.…"
"Yes, you can." Callie slipped it on her finger. "You realize what this means, don't you? My mother believes in you. She believes in us." She dropped a soft kiss on Arizona's lips. "How about it, Arizona?" she said softly. "Do you believe in us?"
Arizona looked at the sparkling light on her finger, then looked into Callie's sparkling eyes. "Oh, yes," she breathed, sinking into Callie's embrace. "I believe."
Arizona said it like a promise and Callie sealed it with a long, loving kiss.
THE END
AN - By the way, this was always intended, I didn't wrote this because some anons chose to be a bit...harsh. Ahem. No hard feelings. It meant that they were invested I guess.
AN - Anyways, next up on my finishing line is my personal fav, The Christmas Ball. Thank you for sticking by.
