Arizona turned to Lucia. "Honestly, I don't know," she said, then turned to her wife, giving a noticeable fake smile. "Callie, wanna answer that?"
"Nothing," Callie said, taking another sip of her drink.
"And that's the answer I get as well," Arizona said, picking over her food.
Callie glared at Arizona. "You going to do this in front of my mother?" she said, with her cold stare.
Arizona knew that Callie was a private person, and she was wrong for trying to drag Lucia into their disagreement. But she just wanted validation that she wasn't crazy in being upset with Callie for being so closed off.
"Well, if that's the only way I can get you to talk about what's been bugging you, then I have to play every card I can," Arizona said, sliding her plate out of the way.
"I'm not discussing it further," Callie stated in a clipped tone.
"Callie, I-," Arizona started.
"Dinner was delicious. Goodnight, mom," Callie interrupted, pushing loudly back from the table. She picked up her plate, dropped it in the kitchen sink and walked out.
Arizona sat there shocked. She hated pushing Callie that far, but she was desperate to get this out in the open, hoping that her mother's presence would help. Not the right way to go about it, but the only way she knew at this point.
"Lucia, I'm sorry. I should probably—"
"Yes, go. I'll clean up down here. Don't worry about a thing," Lucia said, rising up from the table.
"Thank you," Arizona whispered, as she stood up and walked out. She went upstairs and found Callie sitting on the bed, changing into a pair of running shoes. She looked up at her when she entered.
"I'm going for a jog," Callie stated, standing up.
"This is so unfair, Callie," Arizona said softly.
"I can't believe you did that in front of my mother," Callie said, heatedly. "this was our business and-"
"No! Not ours...yours, because you won't let me in," Arizona huffed.
"Fine, then it's my business and I don't appreciate you dragging other people into it."
"Don't you realize you're treating me like you did when I didn't mean anything to you?! When I was just your living blow-up doll!"
Callie's mouth dropped open. She quickly glanced toward their open bedroom door, knowing her mother could probably hear everything. It's not like Lucia didn't know how they met, but still, hearing Arizona speak that way about it, shamed her and pissed her off at the same time.
"Why don't you keep your freaking voice down," Callie quietly hissed, while staring angrily at her.
Lucia stood at the bottom of the steps, drying off a plate. She hated eavesdropping on them, but she didn't like that they were fighting. And, in her book, pregnant women get a free pass for their erratic behavior. Their hormones are all over the place and their feelings can be hurt more easily. She didn't want her daughter closing off at Arizona. If it lasted for a few more minutes, she would just have to go up there and break it up.
"Are you going to throw that in my face every time we get in a disagreement?" Callie asked.
"No, and I didn't mean to say it to hurt your feelings. But I'm your wife, not your girlfriend or even what I was before. This is different and it hurts me to see you bothered or stressed out about something. Maybe I could help, but you'll never know because you won't talk to me."
"Drop it," Callie warned.
"No!"
Callie grabbed a sweatshirt and walked out of the bedroom. She noticed her mom at the bottom of the steps. She knew she was going to try to stop her, but she needed to leave before she said something she would regret. Usually in life, when Callie wanted someone to leave her alone, she would say something awful to them, and they quickly learned to quit fucking with her. She had even done that to Arizona a few times in the past, when they were under different circumstances. But she knew she needed to leave before she did it again.
When she reached the bottom step, her mom grabbed her arm. "Callie, she just wants to help you and she's in a fragile state right now…..," Lucia quietly said.
"I'll be back in half an hour," Callie said, as she quickly kissed her mother's forehead and walked out the door. She had to get the hell out of there and burn off some of her stress.
Lucia walked upstairs to check on Arizona. She was sitting on the bed, staring at the wall. Lucia went to sit down beside her.
"Is this how she treated Penny?" Arizona asked, still looking at the wall, as her mind raced.
"Oh, Arizona, no, she didn't love her. Callie never showed her the affection she shows you. She loves you."
"I feel so close to her sometimes...then other times I feel like there's a stranger sleeping beside me. I felt that we had made a giant leap forward when she opened up about Bobby, but since we've been here, she's been closed off and stressed. I don't know if something is wrong or if something happened to cause this. She has woken up so many times in the middle of the night due to a nightmare, but she won't tell me."
Lucia sat and listened.
"This isn't how I imagined our marriage. I guess I should have known it was too good to be true. I really thought living here would make a difference. I never know when Callie the wife or Callie the mob boss will come walking through the front door," Arizona expressed, as she wiped a tear away.
Lucia grabbed her hand. "Oh Arizona, please don't stress too much. Only thing I can tell you is to concentrate on the baby. Callie will come around, eventually."
"I know you say that Lucia, and no offense, but did your husband come around? Callie said her father was closed off too."
Lucia nodded her head. "Actually, God rest his soul, he never did. That man died with secrets I probably didn't know about."
"That's what I thought," Arizona mumbled, as she hopped up from the bed and walked into the closet.
Lucia slowly ran her hand over the bed covers, smoothing out the lumps, when she suddenly heard Arizona's strained breath. She stood up and was about to go into the closet, when Arizona came barreling out of it with a suitcase in her hands.
"No! Arizona Robbins-Torres, put that down right now!" Lucia ordered, rushing over to her.
Arizona ignored Lucia and placed the suitcase on the bed. She wasn't permanently moving out, but she wasn't sure what else to do. She was tired of this back and forth with Callie. Callie had done it with her when she was just her "agreement", she had done it when she was her girlfriend, constantly saying, "the less she knew the better," and now, even with her being her wife and the mother of her child...Callie was doing it again. Well, fuck that, Arizona thought. She loved Callie more than anything, but she could move back home if she wanted to be ignored. She wasn't even sure where she would go—and she was sure she wouldn't stay any longer than a few hours, but she could at least check into a hotel until she could clear her head.
"Arizona, listen to me! Callie will be back in a few minutes, and talk to her then. You don't know what you're doing because you're very emotional right now. I know what I'm talking about," Lucia pleaded, as Arizona walked around her, throwing several articles of clothing into the suitcase. She then walked into the bathroom and quickly grabbed her toiletries.
When she realized nothing was registering to Arizona, Lucia quickly stepped out of the room and called Callie.
Callie glanced down at her phone, which was vibrating. It was her mother. She stopped jogging and answered. But before she could even say anything, Lucia started firing off in Spanish what was going on. Arizona was packing? What?! She told her mom to calm down and she was on her way. Callie quickly cut the call and started sprinting back to their house.
Arizona was in the process of dragging her bag downstairs when the front door flew open. Callie was standing there breathing hard and looking up at her.
Even though Callie's stare caused her entire body to burn, Arizona ignored her and continued to drag her suitcase further down the steps. Arizona knew what she was doing made no sense, but she felt that she had to make a move. Callie was the one who taught her that life is like a chess game. You can't just sit there after your opponent makes a move. You have to move as well. And this was really the only move she ever really had with Callie. She looked back at Callie as she quickly ascended the stairs.
When Callie reached her, she ripped the bag from her hands and threw it aside, and then wrapped her arm around Arizona's waist and hoisted her up. Instead of pushing Callie away, Arizona held onto her tightly as she reached the last step. Callie pushed the door to their bedroom open and held onto Arizona tightly. Arizona's face was pressed into her neck, and she could feel her warm tears against her skin.
Neither one said anything for a few moments. Callie gently lowered Arizona so that her feet were touching the ground. She pushed the blonde tresses away from Arizona's face and tilted it so that Arizona was looking at her. Arizona's big blue eyes were unsure and hurt from how Callie had treated her.
Callie leaned down to Arizona's mouth and whispered into her lips, "Don't ever do that again. Don't leave me," Callie said, then kissed her deeply, her tongue invading and wrapping around hers.
Arizona moaned into Callie's mouth. She hated when Callie cast her spell on her, as she quickly lost all senses. For a brief moment, she had forgotten what she had done, until Callie said 'don't leave me' again in between the kisses.
When their lips finally parted, both were breathing heavily, as Arizona spoke. "Callie, this is really the only card I have left to play with you. I can't cancel your credit cards, or physically fight you...I don't have anything to stop you, except leaving. It's-it's all I have," Arizona admitted, looking down at her hands, ashamed to admit that she felt so powerless with Callie. After a few seconds of Callie not saying anything, she spoke again. "When you hurt, I hurt, Callie. Don't you understand that? You don't want me stressed? Well I'm stressed to the T ?" she whispered to Callie.
She wrapped her arms around Callie's waist and breathed in her feminine yet powerful scent.
"I know, baby. I know," Callie quietly admitted, while kissing the top of Arizona's head. "I'm going against my better judgment here, but I'll tell you. I just didn't want you upset because of my problems. But I guess it defeats the point if you are upset anyway, and you don't know them."
Arizona nodded and grabbed Callie's hand to lead her over to the bed.
Callie exhaled. She didn't really know where to start, but she had to open up.
"Remember when we were in London, and I kept having that feeling that something bad was going to happen?"
Arizona nodded.
"Well, I also had that feeling when the kidnapping happened and then again when we lost our baby….." Callie rubbed her face with her palms, trying to wipe away the memories of those horrible times.
"That—And that feeling is coming back. And I can't shake it. And now…, this is really hard to say to you, but I keep having this recurring dream..." Callie really didn't want to finish that sentence. She didn't want to let Arizona into that dark place.
"Baby, it's okay. You can tell me anything," Arizona encouraged, as she lightly squeezed Callie's hand.
"In the dream, someone, um...someone is holding a gun to our baby's head and they pull the trigger."
Arizona immediately gasped and covered her mouth with both hands.
"Yeah, I know, and that's not the image I wanted to place in your head."
Arizona pulled her hands down. Callie told her, so she needed to pull herself together and not make her feel worse.
"It's okay baby. It's just shocking, but it's also just a nightmare. That's all."
"Arizona, I've just done so many bad things over the years, I can't get off this easily? I can't get the perfect wife, the perfect life...it just doesn't work that way," Callie sighed, lying back onto the bed, her legs dangling down the side of the bed.
"First off, I'm nowhere near perfect, Callie," Arizona smiled, trying to lighten her mood. "Actually, some could say being with me is your punishment, you know."
Callie didn't crack a smile so Arizona leaned back on the bed beside her.
"You didn't get off easily Callie. We had to pay the price of losing our child. We had to leave our life behind. Plus maybe…maybe you feel this way because you are going to be a mom now Callie…and with losing our first….and this…maybe your mind is just thinking the worst…" Arizona added softly.
Callie began to speak again. "I feel like here I'm unprepared to deal with certain things. At least back home, I had Alex. I had my gated-in house...I felt like I was on my A game at all times. I felt like I could protect you. Here I feel like my guard is down."
"Callie, you're in a different occupation here. No one knows the old you. This is a chance for us to start over. Plus we have Mark & Lexie here…."
Callie wasn't so sure. So far, nothing in her life ever been easy. But she didn't want to worry Arizona anymore, so for better or worse, she would try to be completely honest with her. Because although she would never admit this to Arizona...talking to her did make her feel better.
"I love you, you know that?" Callie asked her as she rose up on her elbow to look at the angelic face by her side.
"So I've been told. I love you too," Arizona whispered back to her.
"I'll do better about my 'feelings'," Callie said, rolling her eyes. "But don't expect any Barbara Walters tears or anything. That's not gonna happen."
"Well, I've already seen your tear up, so there's that," Arizona replied, sticking her tongue out at Callie.
"Yeah, well you're the only one, so don't go sharing that with everyone. Not my mom or your new friend, Eli. Copy that?"
Arizona swatted at her arm. "Don't be jealous. Your mom already knows you are a cry baby."
Callie rolled Arizona on top of her and slapped her ass lightly. "You don't have to believe her made up stories."
"Please, she's a sweetheart. And I believe her more than I believe you" Arizona giggled as Callie pinched her ass again. When Arizona was done laughing she lowered her head to Callie's chest and cuddled her.
Silence blanketed them as they both lay there in each other's arm.
"You know this was our first fight as a married couple?" Callie said softly into Arizona's soft hair.
Arizona quickly lifted herself up, "You know what's better? Make up sex!" she giggled as she went on to undress Callie.
Callie, staying very true to her word, was more open with Arizona. When she was having a down day, she would tell Arizona, and much to Callie's surprise, Arizona usually could brighten her outlook. She had forgotten how sarcastic and funny Arizona could be.
And their house started to feel more like a home when Arizona and her mom started decorating the rest of the house and the outskirts. She didn't interrupted them much in their plans but she was sure the fountain her mom got installed in the front yard was a way too hefty purchase.
But there was one room that Callie did want to help Arizona with and that was the baby's room. This was all new territory for both of them, and two minds were definitely better than one. Arizona's body has started changing and Callie could see that her wife was getting fuller and would practically glow at times.
Arizona noticed a significant change in Callie. Callie was more calm and relaxed now. And she hadn't woken up from a bad dream since the night that had started their argument.
But, at the moment she was inwardly groaning. She hated these awkward business parties Callie had to attend. And plus she felt a little heavier than normal, for obvious reasons, so she had absolutely nothing to wear. It was just a tiny little paunch she had, but to her, it was still a different body. But Callie loved it. She said it made her look even sexier if that was possible. Of course, Callie could have just been trying to make her feel good about her changing body, but either way, she needed the boost of confidence. this whole pregnancy thing was all so foreign to her. She never dreamt of being a mom, let alone Callie Torres being the other mother.
She remembered the first time she saw Callie, when she had walked into her father's restaurant years ago. She looked so young, yet intimidating. She had been cleaning off a table when she looked up at the group of people entering. She couldn't take her eyes off Callie. She remembered Callie had glanced over at her and then turned her attention towards the kitchen.
Yes, they had definitely come a long way since that day. But she brought her attention back to the task at hand. She needed to figure out what dress to wear.
Callie had called her earlier that day, and asked her to be ready. Well, since she was forced to go to these lame, stuffy parties she would try something a little different. She grabbed the dress of her choice, and slid it on. Tight...much tighter than she last remembered. But whatever, it would have to do.
Once she was dressed she sat on the couch until she saw her car lights in the driveway. Showtime.
Callie was about to get out, when Arizona opened the front door. Goddamn, she...just Goddamn. She looked so fucking good, Callie wanted to drag her right back upstairs and put their new bed sheets to good use. She was wearing a short, off the shoulder red dress with a gold necklace covering her cleavage. The dress was extremely tight, due to Arizona's current condition, and that turned Callie on even more. She could see the slight bulge in the lower section of Arizona's stomach. She never thought she would be one of those people that got turned on even more by their pregnant wife...but she was learning a few new things about herself since Arizona had come into her life. Arizona had her blonde ringlets swooped into a messy updo and minimal makeup, which is exactly how she loved to see Arizona's face.
Even though Callie's car windows were extremely tinted, Arizona knew that she was staring at her. She smirked at Callie and walked toward her newest toy, which was a Ferrari. This woman spent way too much money on cars.
When she got closer, Callie finally got out and gave her wife a noticeable once-over. She walked over to the passenger side door and opened it for her.
"You're going to make this very distracting for me, Arizona," Callie growled, as she squeezed her wife's ass as she got in.
Arizona smiled. She knew she had chosen a more risqué dress, but chalk it up to hormones, because she was feeling frisky tonight. She was definitely going to try to make this party interesting for herself. She turned to look at Callie when she got in.
Callie looked gorgeous herself. She was attired in one of her signature Business suits, a black Gucci suit this time with a white shirt that was open from the collar to down to Callie's cleavage…no actually down to below her cleavage. Arizona instinctively licked her lips.
"Okay, let's make a bet then," Arizona said, forcing her eyes from Callie's cleavage to her face. "If I can distract you at least three times tonight, then we get to leave early, okay?"
Callie thought about it. "Alright. And how will you know if I'm distracted?"
"Smile at me."
"Game," Callie said, squeezing her wife's smooth toned thigh, and then rubbing her hand further up.
Arizona pushed it back down. "Nope, you have to wait until we get to the party."
When they finally arrived, Arizona realized this party was just like the previous parties they had attended. She even saw a few familiar faces from the past get-together. None who she actually knew their names, though. She held tightly to Callie's hand as Callie walked through groups of people, shaking hands and introducing her. They finally approached a larger group of men. She recognized one of the men, Sam. He worked for Callie and was her Vice President of Designs. He was a pretty nice guy.
"Hello, gentleman, this is my wife, Arizona Robbins-Torres," Callie said, as Arizona said hello to the large group of men.
A thin balding man grabbed Arizona's hand and shook it. "No wonder Callie never seems to be stressed," he joked. "Nice to meet you, Arizona."
Arizona smiled back and surveyed the group. They were all staring at her. It was times like these that she wished she paid more attention to what her wife did in her design unit. So she would at least have some talking points. Well, she did have a mission tonight, and she needed to get started, so she could get the hell out of there. These parties were always way too boring.
As Callie stood there speaking with the men, Arizona slowly slid her hand under Callie's suit jacket, and slid it further from her waist to her ass and pinched it. She heard Callie pause just briefly before she looked up and saw a slight grin from the corner of her mouth.
One down, two more to go.
After a few more minutes, Arizona finally excused herself from the group and went to look at some interesting paintings on the wall. Anything to take her mind off this dull party, until she could think of another distracting trick. But as she was looking over the artwork, she was really drawn in by a painting of a mother holding her child. She was so mesmerized, that she didn't notice her own little audience staring at her.
"So, who are you here with?" she heard a raspy voice ask. Arizona glanced to the side and noticed a tall brunette. She was in very good shape and was obviously attired to perfection.
"Hi. My wife is Callie Torres. The tall one with her hands in her pockets," Arizona pointed out. The woman followed her finger until she spotted Callie.
"Oh, she's very gorgeous. I think my wife introduced me to her at the last party. My name is Eliza Minnick by the way. Nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand to Arizona.
"I'm Arizona. Nice to meet you as well."
Eliza gave her a once-over and then turned back to Callie. "You and your wife make a very gorgeous couple. You should come to one of our LGBTQ parties. We throw a big bash every month. Spectacular key parties, and I'm sure our regular guests would be thrilled to meet you two."
"Key party? Is that like a costume party, or something?" Arizona innocently asked.
Eliza smiled. "Sort of."
"Oh, well that sounds nice. We'd love to come. Thank you," Arizona smiled, as she looked over at her wife.
"Hope you do join," Eliza said, handing Arizona her card.
Well, at least she had met one nice person. But Arizona still had some distracting to do. She walked over to the bar and asked the bartender for three olives. He handed her a large toothpick with the olives impaled on it. She turned to look at Callie.
Once she had Callie's attention, Arizona slowly and seductively licked the top olive. Callie narrowed her eyes at her and tried to rejoin her conversation. But she could tell that curiosity got the better of Callie, and she glanced in her direction again. Arizona took that opportunity to quickly place the entire toothpick with all three olives in her mouth and slowly pulled them off. She then closed her eyes and moaned.
But then something didn't feel right. Her eyes flew open as she coughed and patted her chest, trying to dislodge the olive that had gotten stuck in her throat. In an instant, she felt Callie standing beside her, patting her back.
"Are you alright?" Callie asked, her voice laced with concern.
It finally went down and Arizona turned her watery red eyes up to her wife. "Oh my God, that was embarrassing," she said, as she took a sip of the water Callie handed her.
Callie had to laugh. Hard. Now that she knew Arizona was okay, that was one of the funniest things she had ever seen in her life. It was so Arizona to do something like that.
"Well, at least that's smile number two," Arizona said.
"Hey, no fair," Callie said, trying to calm her chuckle.
"Yep, it is. The deal was just distracting you. Even if I'm choking."
"Oh, you have learned some tricks from me," Callie said, placing her hand on her wife's back. "But you still have one more smile to get from me before we can leave. And this one has to be sexy. No falling down or choking, okay?"
"Fair enough."
Arizona tried again to get Callie's attention throughout the night, but nothing seemed to work. And she didn't feel daring enough to flash her any skin, considering people could be watching.
But then, Arizona came up with the perfect plan. The most daring thing she had done in front of this many people, but she had to try. She called the bartender over.
Callie was bored to tears, but she has learned the art of looking like she was listening intently, even though her mind was far, far away. Truthfully, she was thinking about Arizona. She glanced up at Arizona again, and she was just looking at her. Arizona hadn't tried anything else. Maybe her shyness won out and they would be staying longer. Callie had kinda hoped that Arizona would have won, so they could get the hell out of there.
Callie was about to make a comment on something one of the men had said, when she noticed the bartender started walking toward their group with the largest grin on her face. He was carrying a tray with a champagne glass. But upon further inspection...this wasn't an ordinary champagne glass. Well, the glass was, but its contents were definitely not. Along with the sparkling champagne, was something else.
When the bartender finally reached their group, he whispered into Callie's ear that the glass and the note were from her wife.
Callie stared down into the glass and smiled. She couldn't help herself. Damn that little minx! Arizona had stuck her tiny black thong into the drink. She couldn't even look at Arizona just yet, knowing she had won. Callie could see the men in her group through her peripheral vision, and they were staring at the glass. Someone coughed, but their mindless chatter continued. To anyone else who wasn't paying attention, it was just a strange black coloured drink.
Callie turned the note over and read it.
'When do you plan on fucking me? Love, your wet and willing wife.'
Callie's pants tightened within a millisecond. That was it.
She grabbed the drink and the note and excused herself from the group. She could hear from the group she was walking away from to stay for the ballroom dance. Not a chance in hell. Callie thought as she approached Arizona. She needed Arizona. Now.
She truly loved Arizona the way she is. But there's something primal about pregnant Arizona that Callie couldn't get enough of. Maybe she should keep getting Arizona pregnant. Callie chuckled to herself.
Arizona was standing at a scheduled corner near one of the heavy floor-length golden drapes, waiting in anticipation as Callie closed in on her, like a hawk zoning in on a defenseless, small mouse. When Callie reached her, she stared down at her and slowly sipped the champagne, pulling her delicate article of clothing out with her teeth. Callie then grabbed her hand and leaned down to her ear. "You win, baby. Now let's get the hell out of here before I give this entire room a show."
Once the valet retrieved her car, Callie could barely pry her hands from her wife's body. When they did finally get in, Callie pulled the car out and hit the gas, propelling the car onto the street. Arizona reached into Callie's pants and massaged her length. Callie leaned her head back against the headrest and moaned.
"Calliope…I can't wait.." Arizona moaned as she leaned over Callie and nibbled on her ear.
"Fuck, Arizona," Callie whispered as she slowed the car down. She pressed the button to remove the top of the car as she pulled over by the dark side of a imposing building. There were no cars in sight, which was good for what she had planned for her.
Arizona looked over at Callie, becoming antsy from whatever it was Callie might have in her mind at the moment. Callie quickly pushed her own seat back and then leaned over Arizona to unbuckle her seatbelt.
"Are you still wet and willing?" Callie asked in Arizona's ear.
Before Arizona could say a word, Callie was half lifting and pulling Arizona over to her side, until Arizona straddled her lap in the tight space.
Callie slid her pants to her thighs and pulled Arizona down onto her lap, while her hard thick member entered Arizona's sweet, wet sex in one effortless glide. Both of them gasped in unison.
"Oh, Callie," Arizona whispered, with her eyes closed. Once Arizona was fully adjusted, she began to roll her hips back and forth, in a smooth, rhythmic motion, causing both of them unbelievable pleasure.
Callie pulled the top of Arizona's dress down, exposing her beautiful breasts. She massaged them, rolling each nipple around her fingers before she licked and lightly bit them.
"Shit," Arizona moaned, as Callie continued to fuck her.
Callie felt like she couldn't get as deep as she wanted in such a small space, but she damn sure was going to try. Sexually, Arizona rove her to the brink of madness, and she had since the first time she had made love to her.
"Callie, wait, oh...I'm coming, oh!" Arizona shouted, as her head rolled back and her body jerked with the intensity of her orgasm.
But Callie needed more. She opened her car door and stepped out, and gently pulled Arizona out. She leaned Arizona up against the side of the car and started to drive in and out of her with tremendous force. This was the depth she needed. Callie's lips found Arizona's as she passionately kissed them, until she was sure she had lovingly bruised the tender flesh.
Arizona ripped open Callie's shirt, and buried her face in Callie's cleavage and Callie touched all the right spots within her. Her mouth bobbed up and down on Callie's boobs with equal intensity.
Then Callie could feel her own orgasm take over her body, causing her to ram into Arizona one last time, as she stilled and emptied her essence deep within Arizona. Callie wasn't sure how long she held Arizona against her, completely spent.
But Arizona knew she wasn't done with Callie. Not by a long shot. She needed more.
Later that night, Callie knew the true meaning of exhaustion. Arizona wouldn't let her fall asleep until she had staked claim in every hole in her body at least twice. Callie felt sore, but she knew the aching that coursed through her body was due to how much her wife wanted and loved her. She fell asleep in Arizona's arms with a contented look upon her face.
AN - Yay! Bonus update!