WOW, over a 100 reviews! You guys are totally awesome! I know I'm a day late in posting but the good news is that this chapter is twice as long. I've been diligently working on this everyday so hopefully it's worth the wait. Here's your early Christmas present. Enjoy!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hours passed as both women remained confined to their rooms desperate to avoid the reality of their situation. Over the past several hours Arizona had gone from crying to intense fury and back again so in an attempt to keep her mind occupied she pulled out some medical journals from her suitcase to read. On the other side of the apartment Callie had been going through the same range emotions and after awhile she plugs in her iPod hoping to drown out her thoughts. Unfortunately for them both, neither of them have much success.
Arizona sits curled up in her navy blue recliner with a medical journal resting across her legs. She thought that reading would take her mind off everything but it seems that no matter what article she turns to it reminds her of Callie. Anything to do with orthopedics is immediately skipped over for obvious reasons. Cardiology is a bust because she can't handle reading about anything that deals with the heart. A study on neurology held promise but apparently reading about the brain just seemed to make hers go into overdrive as it began analyzing everything that happened. Quickly flipping the page she comes to an article about trauma surgery. However, she only makes it half way through because she realizes that she is comparing the severely injured patient to her and Callie's relationship.
Irritated at herself for letting her mind wander she angrily turns the page and finds an article on Pediatrics. Giving a silent cheer of victory she prepares to lose herself in her work. However, one look at the tiny humans on the glossy page and she remembers the day she agreed to have kids with Callie. Letting out a loud sigh of frustration she hurriedly flips further into the journal stopping on a dermatology write-up but, that even back fires because she envisions Mark running his hands all over Callie's skin. "This is ridiculous!" she exclaims while forcefully closing the magazine.
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A hundred feet away Callie lay in bed with her headphones firmly in place as she sorted through her play list hoping to finally settle on a song. After replaying and overanalyzing their fight more times then she could count Callie decided that she had to quiet her mind. Scrolling through the song titles she starts reading them aloud in an attempt to choose one. "My Life Would Suck Without You? Skip." Callie says definitively. "We Might As Well Be Strangers? No." She declares with a quick flick of her thumb. "Goodbye My Lover? Oh, hell no." She exclaims irritation.
Giving up on choosing a song she switches it to shuffle. Resting the player on her chest Ron Pope's voice begins flowing from her earbuds. /A drop in the ocean/ A change in the weather/ I was praying that you and me might end up together/ Groaning she grabs the iPod and hits the forward button. Repositioning her head on the pillow Colbie Caillat starts singing. /I miss those blue eyes/ How you kiss me at night/ I miss the way we sleep/ And now I miss everything about you/ "Seriously!" Callie shouts as she scrambles to change the song yet again. Pushing her head deeper into the pillow she forwards the music once more, determined to actually listen to the next song. /Please, come home, come home/ 'Cause I've been waiting for you so long, so long/ And right now there's a war between the vanity's/ But all I see is you and me/ The fight for you is all I've ever known, so come home/ "I give up!" She shouts in defeat as she sits up pulling off the headphones and throwing them across her bed.
Tempted to lie back down and scream into her pillow she instead glares at her iPod and gets up. Clearly music wasn't going to keep her mind off things but one thing never failed to do just that… cooking. Tentatively opening her bedroom door she's relieved to find the living room empty. Walking into the kitchen she pulls out a pot and begins filling it with water. Once full she places it on a burner and starts getting out the needed ingredients.
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Medical journals are scattered all around Arizona as the soft light from the window falls upon her. After searching through several magazines, the rejects were on the floor, she finally found an article on anesthesiology that didn't make her think about Callie. However, she only read for twenty minutes because just reading about it was putting her to sleep. Blinking her eyes once again to stay awake she defeatedly closes the journal and tosses it to the ground with the rest of them. Stretching her arms out to loosen her muscles she glances at her watch, which read 2:30. Dropping her arms back to her sides she's forced to admit that she has been hiding in here for the past three hours.
Standing up she walks over to the window and sees that the storm hasn't let up. In fact it seemed to be going as strong as ever and the ice had gotten thicker in the last few hours. Dropping her forehead against the window she lets out a heavy sigh which instantly fogs the glass blocking her view of the storm. She knows that she can't hide in this room forever but she has no idea what to say or how to act around Callie and their uncomfortable silences are torturous.
The sound of pots clanging draws her attention away from the window and towards the closed door. Pushing herself away from the window she stares longingly at the door knowing that on the other side Callie is busy in the kitchen. The ache in chest grows at being so close and yet so far away from the Latina. More than anything Arizona wishes that she could just walk out there wrap her arms around Callie and place a kiss on the back of her neck like she always used to when she found the brunette cooking. Her lips turn into a sad frown because she knows that's not an option. There is just so much between them now that Arizona doesn't know if they can ever find their way back to each other. 'I left her and she slept with Mark. I don't think we could have hurt each other any worse if we tried', she silently admits.
Taking a few tentative steps towards the door she pauses, briefly debating on opening the door or curling back up in the recliner. The growl of her stomach makes the decision for her as the aroma of tomato and basil invades her senses. Even though she had eaten a large breakfast that was hours ago and clearly her body was ready for another meal. Breathing in deeply she smiles at the scent of pasta coming from the kitchen. One thing about Callie that remained constant is that she can always cook up a meal that makes Arizona's mouth water.
Crossing the room in a few steps Arizona stops right in front of the door suddenly nervous as to what will happen when she opens it. 'I've done successful organ transplants on infants… I can turn a door handle', she firmly says to herself. But yet, her hand stills as it touches the cool metal of the handle. Taking in a deep breath she tries to prepare herself for what's going to happen when she opens the door but the truth of the matter is that she has no idea what to expect.
Callie is stirring the sauce waiting for the pasta to finish cooking when she hears the bedroom door open. Her body instantly tenses as she hears Arizona walk over to the kitchen counter. Turning down the heat on the sauce she quickly checks the pasta before slowly turning around to face Arizona. They both questioningly stare at one another trying to decide if the other is going to start yelling or crying or something else entirely.
Several moments pass as they both stand there in the most uncomfortable silence of their lives. Unable to stand the tension any longer Arizona speaks first. "It smells good," she says cautiously while gesturing to the food on the stove. Callie's shoulders visibly relax at the understanding that they aren't going to fight right now.
"Thanks," she replies in a hesitant voice. "It's almost done if you want some."
"Yeah, that'd be great." Arizona says while trying to ignore the tension between them. They share another uneasy look before Callie turns around to check on the pasta. Picking up the pot Arizona watches Callie pour out the extra water into the sink. Uncomfortable just standing there watching Callie, she walks around the counter and opens up the cupboards to get down plates for them. Placing them on the counter she turns back around to get the silverware and suddenly finds herself face to face with Callie who had been moving to get the sauce off the stove.
Awkward takes on a new meaning for both of them as they stand inches away from each other. Seemingly frozen in these spots neither woman can look away. It is one of those moments where under different circumstances they would just start kissing but now all of the pain they had inflicted upon each other becomes suffocating. Being so close to each other invokes too many emotions that they both had spent the last few hours trying to forget. Shallowly breathing Callie sees the hurt, regret, and longing flicker across Arizona's face and she knows that her own eyes are revealing the same thing. Stepping back before she loses the fragile control on her emotions she breaks the spell that they had fallen under. "Sorry, I just… need the sauce." She quietly says trying to keep her voice neutral even though she can feel tears burning in the back of her eyes.
Giving a short nod Arizona briefly closes her eyes while biting her bottom lip in anguish before shoving back down her emotions and stepping around Callie. "Yeah, I was just getting the silverware," she quickly responds. Pulling out two forks she fixes an impartial expression on her face as she turns back around. Callie is busy pouring the sauce over the spaghetti so Arizona sets the silverware down by their plates and grabs two water bottles from the fridge. Walking around the counter she sits down as Callie is puts spaghetti onto each of their plates. Placing the remaining pasta on the counter Callie walks over and takes her seat next to the blonde.
Thankful for something to do since the tension between them has returned full force Arizona picks up her fork. Spiraling some spaghetti around it she raises it up to her lips and blows on it to cool it down before eating it. She can't help the tiny smile that forms on her face as she eats. Callie's cooking is still amazing. "This is great." She says after swallowing.
Briefly looking at Arizona, Callie forces a weak smile onto her face as she replies, "Thanks." Turning back to her food Callie desperately tries not to focus on how uncomfortable this feels. She had thought that things were bad when they hadn't talked about what happened to them but now that they had it almost felt worse. Taking a sip of water she sneaks a glance at Arizona. It's obvious that she is just as distressed about their situation and judging by the slight puffiness around her eyes, Arizona had done her fair share of crying over the past few hours just like Callie.
Eating in silence the only noises that break the quiet are their forks scraping against the plates and the sound of a water bottle being drunk. After ten painstaking minutes they both finish eating. Sitting there for yet another self-conscious moment Callie reaches over and picks up Arizona's plate taking it over to the sink with hers. She knows they are walking on eggshells with each other so instead of trying to say something she figures it's just better to keep busy. Turning on the facet she pours soap over the sponge and waits for the water to heat up.
Watching Callie place the dishes in the sink Arizona rubs her hands over her thighs in a nervous gesture. At least when they were eating the silence wasn't as unbearable but now that they were done Arizona feels as though the tension in the room is trying to overpower her. "Thanks for lunch," she says mainly to fill the void of silence if only for a moment.
"You're welcome," Callie responds as she rinses off the plates. The silence resumes and Arizona looks around the room as if the solution to getting rid of this tension would magically appear. Standing up she taps her fingers on the back of chair desperate for something to do. Unable to take the tension any longer she suddenly walks into the living room and starts puts on her shoes. Callie looks up from the dishes when she hears the couch cushion squeak and she sees Arizona lacing up her sneakers. "What are you doing?" Callie asks.
Finishing the knot Arizona stands up and walks back over to kitchen. "I'm going to take out the trash." She answers while taking the lid off the trash can.
"Okay?" Callie replies in mild confusion while Arizona grabs the bag out of the trash can and heads over to the front door. Setting the garbage bag down on the floor Arizona takes her jacket off the hook and starts buttoning it up. "What do you need your jacket for? The garbage shoot is at the end of the hall." Callie reminds her.
"I know." Arizona replies as she finishes the last button. "But the dumpster is outside." Picking up the trash bag she opens the door but stops at Callie's question.
"Why are you going outside?" Callie asks now completely confused by the blonde's behavior. "You hate the cold."
Turning her head to look at Callie she honestly answers in a regretful tone, "I just need to get some space for a bit." And I don't want to hide in that bedroom anymore she silently finishes in her head.
"Oh." Callie softly replies while dropping her eyes back down to the dishes in the sink. Arizona briefly debates saying something else when she sees the hurt look on Callie's face but instead she remains quiet and walks out of the apartment. As soon as the door closes behind her, Arizona feels like a weight is being lifted off of her. Pausing in the hallway she takes a deep breath feeling like she hasn't been able to get air to her lungs in hours.
Walking down the hallway she tries to sort out her emotions now that she has just a little bit of distance from that apartment. 'Callie slept with Mark, she slept with him. She jumped right into bed with… Well, maybe she didn't jump right into bed with him but it still didn't take too long,' Arizona concedes. Reaching the end of the hall she starts down the stairs. 'No matter how long it took her she still betrayed me.' She thinks harshly but immediately after that thought her logical mind forces her to look at the facts. Sighing as she turns on the landing to go down another floor Arizona begrudgingly admits the truth. 'Fine, it wasn't really a betrayal because we were broken up so she didn't cheat. Callie would never cheat on me.' Finally on the ground floor Arizona walks towards the back door. 'But Mark? I mean why couldn't it be someone else? Anyone else, like a woman.' Stopping just before the door she suddenly has a moment of clarity and promptly realizes what is really bothering her. 'Is Callie not sure about being with a woman anymore? Did she miss being with a man? Is it more sexual fulfilling with him then me? Am I not enough?' Not wanting to ponder the answers to those questions she forcefully pushes open the door and is immediately greeted with a blast of cold air causing her to shiver.
Stepping out onto the concrete steps she takes in the scene before her. Even though the only thing in her sight is a dumpster in an alleyway it still looks beautiful. Everything is covered in ice, so even in the overcast light it all glistens. The sounds of the city are nonexistent because no cars are driving by honking their horns and no one is out walking. The only noise disrupting the quiet is the gentle fall of the light rain making a soft tapping sound as is lands. Firmly taking hold of the railing Arizona very carefully makes her way down the three steps. The storm may give the appearance of being calm and peaceful but she knows it's treacherous. The entire alley is a sheet of ice but thankfully the dumpster is only twenty feet away. Sliding a bit as she walks Arizona chastises herself, "This may not have been the best idea, Robbins."
Finally reaching the dumpster she switches the garbage to her left hand and attempts to open the lid with her right however, it doesn't budge. "Perfect." Arizona mutters sarcastically when she sees that the ice has sealed the lid shut. Making a fist she bangs on the top of the dumpster and is encouraged when some of the ice falls off. Hitting the lid a few more times she again tries to open it but there is still too much ice holding it in place. Becoming impatient she very forcefully strikes the top of the lid knocking off most of the ice but also losing her balance in the process. Frantically trying to grab hold of the dumpster for stability her feet nearly slide out from under her but somehow she manages to regain her balance. Taking a breath she slowly stands up to full height and releases her death grip on the dumpster. "It's okay, I'm good." She reassures herself while successfully raising the lid and throwing the trash bag in.
Carefully turning around she takes baby steps on her way back to the stairs. Stopping right in front of them Arizona closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Turning her face up towards the sky she drinks in this moment letting herself completely relax. The sound of quiet and the feel of the soft rain on her face is therapeutic and she wants savor it before heading back into the apartment. Breathing out she opens her eyes and steps up onto the first stair. Unfortunately, her traction isn't solid and the ice causes her foot to slide back off. Completely off balance she tries to grab a hold of the railing but it's too late. All of her weight comes down hard on her right foot causing her ankle to give out when it's forced into an awkward position. Fortunately grabbing a hold of railing before she completely wipes out Arizona regains her balance. "Damnit," she shouts in frustration. Keeping a firm grip on the railing she tries to put some weight on her right foot. "Son of bitch," she curses under her breath when sharp pains shoot through her leg forcing her to shift most of her weight onto her other foot. Glaring at the ice that just moments ago was calming her down she sarcastically says, "Well, this is just perfect," as she carefully limps up the iced steps, keeping a death grip on the railing.
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Callie is standing by the windows in the living room holding a cup of hot chocolate when she hears the apartment door open. Refusing to turn around immediately she takes another sip from her mug. It's the sound of someone stumbling and a sharp intake of breath that gets her to finally turn around. Her eyes grow wide when she sees Arizona leaning against the wall for balance while favoring her right leg as she pushes the door closed. "What happened? Are you okay?" Callie asks with concern as she quickly walks towards the blonde putting her mug on the coffee table as she passes it.
Limping forward another step Arizona sucks in a breath at the twinge it causes in her ankle. "I'm fine," she replies tightly trying not to let the pain show her face.
"Yeah, I can see how fine you are." Callie pointedly responds as she reaches Arizona. Coming up beside her Callie places Arizona's right arm over her shoulder and takes the majority of the blonde's weight. "What happened?" she asks as they slowly make their way over to the couch.
Arizona's heart speeds up when Callie wraps her arm around Arizona's waist to help steady her. "I slipped on the ice." she responds thankful that Callie is supporting most of her weight since being this close to the brunette is making her light headed.
"And…" Callie prompts waiting for the rest of the explanation while trying not to notice how good it feels to hold Arizona again.
"And I came down on my foot wrong." Arizona admits as Callie helps her sit down on the couch.
"Let me look at it." Callie states rather than asks while she pulls the coffee table closer so Arizona can prop her foot up.
"Callie, its fine. I just need to walk it off." Arizona tries to protest but Callie gives her a stern I'm-an-orthopedic-surgeon-so-I'll-be-the-judge-of-that look. Rolling her eyes, Arizona begrudgingly lifts her foot onto the coffee table knowing that Callie won't let this go until she's had a chance to examine it.
Sitting down on the coffee table next to Arizona foot, Callie begins to untie her sneaker while Arizona takes off her jacket. As carefully as possible Callie takes off the sneaker but Arizona still sucks in a breath and winces. "Sorry." Callie says once she gets the sneaker off.
"Don't worry about it." Arizona assures her.
Giving a brief nod Callie examines her ankle. Gently picking up her foot Callie asks Arizona to flex her foot which the blonde does although clearly she feels pain while doing it. Pressing on a few spots and gauging Arizona's reactions Callie finishes her examine. "Well, the good news is it's not broken," she declares while grabbing a pillow from the couch to rest Arizona's foot on. "I don't even think you sprained it but you should still stay off it for a little bit. I'm going to get an ice pack." She says while standing up. Walking into the kitchen she pulls an ice pack from the freezer and also grabs a bottle of ibuprofen.
"Let me guess." Arizona says with a twinkle her eyes when Callie hands her the pill bottle. "Take two of these and call you in the morning?"
"Something like that." Callie responds with smile as she sits back down on the coffee table and places the ice pack on Arizona ankle. "You should ice it for fifteen minutes or so and keep it evaluated just for a little while so it doesn't swell up. Other than that you're fine." Leaving her hand on the ice pack to keep it from falling off Callie looks back at Arizona, "Although, I would recommend using the garbage shoot next time." She lightly teases.
"Noted." Arizona says with smile before she swallows the ibuprofen. "You don't need to do that." She tells Callie while gesturing to the ice pack.
"I don't mind." Callie replies nonchalantly leaving her hand on the ice pack to keep it in place.
With the current crisis over they again get submerged in silence. Several minutes pass by as the two women allow their thoughts to wander. Callie stares out the window knowing that if she looks at Arizona she will end up saying something about Mark or Africa. So instead she watches the rain fall and tries not to think about everything that has transpired in the last twelve hours. Arizona however, keeps her gaze fixed on Callie as all of the questions that plagued her mind before slipping on the ice start bouncing around in her head again. 'Am I enough for her?' she wonders once more. Sitting there watching Callie, she can't stop her nagging fears and although she normally doesn't have confidence issues right now she feels completely insecure.
"Why Mark?" she finally asks, unable to take her thoughts and the silence any longer. I just need to know why, she finishes in her head.
Callie jumps slightly at the sound of her voice breaking the quiet but it's the question that really makes her suddenly turn towards the blonde. "What?" she asks back in surprise, clearly not expecting that question.
"Why Mark?" she repeats. "Why, out of the million people living in Seattle, did you choose him?" she asks in exasperation. She waits a moment but Callie remains quiet, still frozen in surprise. "Do you… do you love him?" she hesitantly asks afraid to hear the answer.
Shifting forward slightly Callie debates on how to answer that question. Finally finding her voice she makes sure to look Arizona in the eye as she compassionately answers, "Yes, but I'm not in love with him. He's my best friend."
"With benefits." Arizona mutters causing Callie to hastily drop her gaze and lean away. Immediately regretting her comment Arizona quickly apologizes. "Sorry," she says softly hoping to continue their conversation. Shifting into a more comfortable position she holds her breath waiting for Callie to say something.
Keeping her eyes downcast Callie readjusts the ice pack while dejectedly saying, "It wasn't like that." Pausing as an internal war wages through her on how much she should say Callie decides to tell all. Taking in a breath she straitens up her back and finally raises her head to meet Arizona's gaze. "I just wanted to forget." She miserably confesses. "For just one minute, I wanted to forget that I missed you. I wanted to forget that you left me and I wanted to feel something other than miserable and heartbroken. So I went to Mark."
Arizona hears the raw emotion in Callie's voice and she again berates herself for walking away in the airport those months ago. However, her doubts and fears still plague her mind so she presses the issue. "But Mark?" she questions weakly. "Why him?"
"Because he's familiar and because he was here." Callie tells her hating how pathetic it sounds.
A pregnant pause settles between them until Arizona hesitantly asks, "Are you sure?" Callie furrows her brow in confusion so Arizona forces herself to continue. "I just need to know," she starts while nervously twisting her hands. "Did you go to Mark because he's Mark or…" her voice drops to almost a whisper as she finally asks, "Or because he's a guy?"
"What?" Callie breaths out complete taken aback.
But before the brunette can say anything else Arizona immediately starts rambling. "It's just, you know. I've only ever been with women so I can't compare but you… You've been with men and it must be different with them, I mean obviously." She says with an eye roll acutely aware of how stupid she sounds. "But, I don't know maybe… Maybe somewhere deep down you wanted to see what it was like again. Maybe you thought you were missing out because maybe it's better then what we–"
"No." Callie says firmly not wanting Arizona to finish that sentence. "It wasn't like that at all. I promise," she continues compassionately, softening her voice in the hopes of dispelling the vulnerability in Arizona's eyes. Knowing that how she handles this can make or break them Callie moves from the table and sits down next to Arizona on the couch. Tempted to hold one of Arizona's hands in hers, she resists and contemplates how to answer the unasked question of, 'Are you sure you still want me?'
"I went to Mark because I know him and because I knew it wouldn't mess with our friendship." Callie finally says hoping that explanation would be enough. However, the doubt and uncertainty remain in Arizona's eyes so Callie takes a breath knowing that she's going to have to go into more details. "Being with Mark," she says while Arizona's hands tense, "is nothing like being with you." Struggling for the words to explain she looks around the room briefly before continuing. "Look, I know it would it help if I said the sex was bad but…" Callie pauses torn between being honest or just saying what Arizona wants to hear. Choosing the first option she carefully says, "There's a reason they call him McSteamy."
At that Arizona looks away. "Right." She says stiffly not wanting to tear up in front of Callie.
"Arizona," Callie starts but the blonde just shakes her head.
"I've heard enough." She says in the strongest voice she can muster.
"Please look at me." Callie begs while lowering her own head to try and catch Arizona's eye. "Ari, please?" she asks. It's the use of her nickname that gets Arizona to lift her head and look at Callie. It's the first time Callie has called her that since she's been back. Knowing that she only has a small window, Callie starts talking the second Arizona's eyes meet hers. "They, call him McSteamy but, I can assure you that the Robbins Method puts the Sloan Method to shame any day of the week and twice on Sunday." She says seriously but with a smile.
Arizona gauges Callie's expression for a moment but it's obvious that she's being genuine. Feeling her ego inflate slightly she's unable to stop the small grin that forms on her face. "Really?" she asks.
"Really." Callie assures her with a full blown smile. Wanting to put Arizona's fears to rest once and for all Callie continues talking. "I know you've always had some concerns about me and Mark. And after what happened I know you have more reasons than ever to feel that way. But, please believe me when I say that being with you is... everything." Pausing briefly Callie tries to quiet the voice inside her screaming that she's making herself unnecessarily vulnerable. "With Mark it was just about sex but with you it's everything, physical and emotional." Fresh pain courses through her as she allows herself to once again feel how in love she is with Arizona and how deeply it hurt when she was discarded in the airport. Maintaining eye contact Callie is determined to finish before she loses her nerve. "Just sitting beside you or talking with you is so much better than anything else because, I'm with you."
Looking into Arizona's astounded eyes Callie suddenly realizes how much she said. Pulling back suddenly she picks up the ice pack from Arizona's ankle. "I think it's been fifteen minutes." Standing up she walks towards the kitchen to put it back in the freezer.
In the living room Arizona is still sitting there with wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth in astonishment at Callie's declaration. In just a few sentences Callie had dispelled any of her fears with that passionate declaration. Watching the brunette head into the kitchen Arizona can only think one thing, 'I have to win her back.'
Placing the ice pack in the freezer Callie turns on a kitchen light. Even though it's only 4:00 the storm clouds are blocking so much light, that the apartment has gotten noticeably darker in the last hour. Still feeling uncomfortable about revealing so much to Arizona, Callie lingers in the kitchen a grabs a soda from the fridge and turns to get a glass down from the cabinet.
Confined to the living room, Arizona glares at her stupid ankle which is still propped up on the table. After Callie's heartfelt speech, Arizona is completely convinced that coming back was the right decision. She wants to go over to Callie but she knows the second she stands Callie will order her to sit down back down and keep her ankle elevated. So instead she turns on the lamp beside her and waits impatiently for Callie to return. Keeping her eyes on Callie, Arizona reminds herself that she promised she would fight for them. Feeling more determined than ever she prepares for the fight of her life as Callie slowly makes her way back to the living room looking completely self-conscious.
Opening her mouth to speak Arizona is cutoff when they become submerged in darkness. "Seriously!" Callie shouts in annoyance while looking around to see if anything in apartment still has power. Groaning, she quickly realizes that not only are they stuck together but now they have no power either. Plopping herself down in the armchair Callie curses fate for what must be the tenth time that day.
"I guess the weatherman wasn't lying about power line coming down." Arizona says while her eyes adjust to the dim light.
"Guess not." Callie replies begrudgingly.
Arizona can't suppress her smirk at how irritated Callie looks. She is likely cursing the storm while Arizona is thanking whatever higher being there is for giving her this chance to fix things. Letting her eyes linger on the gorgeous brunette for another moment Arizona takes in a deep breath and prepares to win back the woman she loves.
Finally an uplifting ending, right? Lol. I hope this can hold you over for a while because I'm going to be traveling all of next week to see family and I won't have time to write. It'll probably be two weeks before I can update again but I'll do my best to post as soon as possible. In the mean time, I'd love it if you would post a review. I seriously act like a little kid at Christmas every time I get one and it is the Christmas season so pretty please with sugar top? :)