Eight-year-old Parker Torres had that tone to his voice. The "please don't yell at me this time" tone that the twins were so used to having to display in their little voices.

Callie closed her book. She and Arizona were both in the bed, reading medical journals and asking each other's opinions on the most controversial topics they contained.

"What?" she asked.

"I asked Mom."

Parker knew that Arizona was the most flexible parent he had. She tried to be firm, but he and his brother knew how to crack her. Sofia did too; she was just much more selective about when to do so. It came with age, he assumed.

"What did you do?" Arizona asked, getting up out of bed.

"My math isn't done and I don't know how to do it."

"Parker, you told me you were done that," Callie said.

"Well, I wanted to go to soccer."

Arizona kissed her wife. "Relax..." she replied.

Lately their youngest children had been bending the truth more and more. Callie and Arizona had been trying everything - even making them miss a couple soccer practices - but nothing seemed to work.

"I'm getting sick of this, Parker," she told the boy.

"Sorry."

"You're not really, though," she said. "Because you got to go to soccer. And now you're getting your homework done. Everything worked out for you."

"But -"

"No buts," she replied. "Let's go."

They walked out into the kitchen and Parker's homework was sitting on the island. So was his twin, who apparently also needed help. "I'm almost done," Theo said right away. "Really."

"Well, I've been working all day. Really. And I'm tired. So we're making this quick. And if you boys lie to me or Madre one more time, no field trip."

"But it's the zoo," Parker said. "And they even have new monkeys! And Charlie's class is going, too! Mark said he might get the day off work and if he does, we can be in his group!"

"No more lies," she told them. "Promise?"

"Promise," Theo replied.

"Uh huh," Parker nodded.

"What do you get out of this?" she asked. "Sure, you got to go to soccer, but now you've upset Madre and I. And you're gonna be tired at school tomorrow. Is that worth it?"

"No," Parker said.

"We really don't get the field trip if we tell lies? For real?" Theo asked.

"For real."

"But -"

"For real," she said. "Madre and I don't ask a lot of you. You boys have it pretty good. But we expect you to tell the truth. All the time."

"Fine."

"And guess what? If you stop lying, you'll get to go," she yawned. "Now, what page is your math on?"

While Callie had been trying to avoid Mark and Addison, Addison had been trying to avoid Callie and Mark. She wasn't exactly sure why she stayed in Seattle after finding out that Mark had another baby on the way, but she had. She had asked Richard for a job and everything. Deep down, she was doing for Elizabeth. Even if she was angry with Mark, she had come to realize that their daughter deserved her father.

"So, are you ever going to talk to me?" she finally asked Mark one day when he walked into the lounge to get a cup of coffee in between consultations. She was deciding to put the ball in his court officially.

"What exactly is that you want me to say, Addison?" he replied. "When we broke up, I told you I was coming out here. Why didn't you mention the baby then? You lied to me."

"No."

"Not technically. But you didn't tell the truth. Exactly."

"Because I wasn't sure I wanted you around," she admitted.

"Oh, and now you can just change your mind and get mad at me because it takes more than five seconds to adjust?"

"True," she hated to admit. He did have a point. "Mark, I want you to be in her life."

"Her?" he asked. "It's a girl?"

"Uh huh," she nodded.

"Cool."

"And boys aren't?" she asked.

"I'm pretty sure Callie's having a boy," he said.

"How?"

"Just...she is."

"That makes no sense."

"Does she have a name yet?"

"Not a middle name. But her first name is Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth Montgomery?" he replied. "Really?"

"Could be Montgomery-Sloan."

"Really?"

"She's yours, Mark. And...things are bad between us. Even moreso now that she's not your only kid anymore. But she should get a relationship with you. Please don't choose the other baby over her just because it's easier with Callie."

"I'm not with Callie."

"Well, whatever."

"Does she have to be Elizabeth?" he asked. "That's so...not me."

"I've been calling her Elizabeth since I was twenty weeks," she said.

"Ella," he said.

"Elizabeth."

"Shortened to Ella. It's less...boring."

"You're like a five-year-old, you know."