"You want kids."
"And you don't; I know."
"How'd you know?"
"Well, darling, this reaction isn't particularly subtle. You also went a bit funny when I mentioned it in London."
"You noticed that? Of course you noticed that." Arizona asked and answered in one breath.
Callie took one of her hands and turned to face her girlfriend more fully. "We don't need to have kids." She said resolutely.
"So why'd you tell Amber that you wanted them?"
"I'd had a few drinks but what I actually said was that you make me strong enough, stable enough and good enough to think maybe I'm capable of being a parent. But even then it's probably a dumb idea because I spent twenty minutes shouting at the TV earlier because I couldn't remember for the life of me what the programme I wanted to watch was called."
Arizona squeezed her hand.
"Are you sure?"
"I got used to the idea of not having kids a long time ago and it wasn't anything to do with you. It's with you that I feel kind of able to have kids. Nobody else ever could. So if you don't want them then we won't have them and that's okay. I'm not choosing anything over you Arizona."
The Latina opened her partner's hand and placed the lighter in it before speaking again. "I'm gonna go to bed because it's two o'clock in the morning but I won't go to sleep without you. You should know that if you smoke you'll have to change your clothes and clean your teeth. That will take a long time and considering your brain injured girlfriend is waiting for you before she falls asleep, it wouldn't be very nice of you." Callie said as she broke into a grin.
"You're not fair." Arizona whispered back, a smile just as wide on her face.
"You know the last time you said that you were drunk."
"God. That seems like a life time ago. We weren't even together then."
"So you coming to bed or going back out on the balcony?"
"Well I can't have you losing sleep for me." As she stood, the surgeon put the lighter down on the coffee table and took Callie's hand again. They walked back into the bedroom and got under the covers. The pair faced each other. The brunette had one hand under the other woman's hip and the other hand on her cheek. Arizona had both of hers on Callie's chest. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"I don't want you to hate me."
"Never."
"Promise?"
When Callie saw actual concern in her partner's eyes she closed the distance between them. She connected their lips in such a delicate way it almost made Arizona cry. It was so passionate but so tender. After only a few seconds it was over and they looked into each other's eyes again.
"Okay." Arizona said as she understood what Callie was saying without words. "You don't know why I don't want them. You're just accepting it?"
"You're a grown woman Arizona. You've had a lot of time to work it out. Your reasons are reason enough for you and that's enough for me too. Now sleep."
The next morning Arizona woke up on her own. Suddenly the door opened and in walked her girlfriend with a tray of food. She placed it over the blonde's lap and perched on the bed.
"Morning." The Latina said as she kissed Arizona's cheek.
"What's all this about?" She asked as she looked down at the pancakes and coffee.
"Well I figured you'd be hungry seeing as it's almost lunchtime."
"What?"
"Relax it's your day off. Now eat before they go cold."
"Shouldn't you be at the centre?" Arizona didn't wait for a reply before shoving a fork full of pancake in her mouth."
"I phoned and said I was gonna be late. They'll cope."
"Well I just need to shower and then..."
"Nope." Callie interrupted.
"But I..."
"Nope." She repeated. "You are having a day off and that means an actual day off and staying at home. Although those boxes still haven't been unpacked yet so technically you haven't really moved in yet." The brunette explained as she pointed to a few plastic boxes in the corner of the room.
"Is that why you've moved them in here from the spare room?"
"Yeah."
"I would unpack them but there's no more space for them."
"There are some boxes of mine in the closet by the bathroom door. I've been meaning to sort through them. Take them out and put your stuff in. I'll deal with my crap later."
"Okay." Arizona responded with a mouth full of pancake. Callie leant over and wiped a drop of syrup away from her cheek with her thumb.
"You're lucky I find your lack of manners cute."
"I know." The blonde said as she popped her dimples. "Shouldn't you be leaving?"
Callie made no attempt to move.
"Calliope." She nudged her partner's arm.
"But I have you here all day. It's a very tempting alternative."
"Those kids need you. I'll be here when you get back."
"Fine." Callie said as she stood up. "Can you do me a favour?"
"Yeah."
"Check Amber is still alive every now and then. She got back about an hour ago and now she's in the spare room."
"How is she?"
"Well let's just say I'm glad I stayed in last night."
"Me too."
"Oh!" Callie suddenly remembered something. "This fell out of one of the boxes." She said as she held up a framed piece of paper. "What it is it?"
Arizona took a deep breath. "It's my Carter Madison Grant. I won it a couple of years ago."
"Wow. That's huge right?"
"Kind of." She suddenly felt very awkward.
"Okay, how come I didn't know about this?"
"I'd rather not talk about it. At least not right now. You should have left like ten minutes ago."
"Arizona..."
"I'm fine."
"No you're not. Can we talk about this later?" When Arizona nodded Callie put the frame down and kissed her goodbye. "I'll see you later."