"Mmm..." Arizona smiled as her wife kissed her awake on a Saturday night a week later.

It was only seven o'clock, but she had worked an exhausting shift and she just hadn't had the energy to do anything but sleep when she got home. It had been six hours since then, and finally, she felt rested.

Having three children and demanding careers never had gotten easier, even though they thought it would, but that was okay. Moments like this were worth it all.

Callie had just arrived home from her own shift. "Hello," she smiled, as she look into the eyes of her wife of twelve years. "Hi," Arizona smiled, kissing her back.

"Sofia's at Mark's and the boys are at that birthday party..."

"Good," she said, as she slid her hands up to search for the bottom edge of Callie's top.

"Yeah," Callie agreed, unbuttoning the jeans Arizona had fallen asleep wearing.

The phone rang. "Ignore it," Arizona said, now unhooking Callie's bra.

"It could be the hospital," she replied, mustering the will power it took to pull herself off of her wife and reach for the phone. "Hello?" she said, letting out a laugh as her wife took her back in and began kissing her neck.

"Did I leave my pictures there?" Sofia's voice asked.

"What pictures?"

"For my project?"

"What project?"

"Remember? My Pearl Harbour presentation? It's tomorrow and I went to glue the pictures on the board and...they aren't here."

"Oh."

Arizona stopped and pulled away slightly. "What?" she mouthed.

"Sofia," she mouthed back as she got up and went to check.

"Well...that was great," Arizona sighed.

Callie found all the pictures on Sofia's desk. "Yeah, they're here," she said.

"Thank God," she said. "Okay, I'm gonna come get them."

"Bye, Sof."

"Bye."

Callie came back down. "They aren't even home and they still ruin the moment."

"Hey, at least we still can't keep our hands off each other. After three kids and sixteen years together, that's something, right?"

Callie found herself just standing at the window to the nursery. She had always loved babies. She had always wanted babies. Now that she was actually having one, she loved them even more. She could find something adorable about even the oddest looking, loudest of babies.

There was something extra special about Elizabeth Montgomery-Sloan, though. This little girl would be her child's big sister. The two little ones would play together, fight with each other, and most importantly, they would more than likely end up being lifelong best friends.

Mark walked up. "She's amazing, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah," she agreed.

"And Mommy's been calling her Ella," he said, proud that he was able to convince her of the compromise.

Callie laughed. "She makes a great Ella."

"Her middle name's Adrienne," she said. "Which is one of Addie's."

"Pretty," she replied. "Congratulations, Mark."

"Thanks."

"Twenty-six more weeks," she smiled, rubbing her hand over her own newly forming bump.

"I know," he said.

"Crazy, right?"

"You think it's crazy for you?" he laughed. "I'll have two kids born just months apart."

"Yep."

"But I'll totally take another one of those," he smiled, watching Ella as she woke up from a little nap.

She smiled as Mark went in and picked Ella up.

"That Addison's baby?" Arizona asked as she came up beside Callie.

"Uh huh," she smiled.

"She's cute."

"Yep."

"I miss you," Arizona said after an awkward pause.

"I've been here every –"

"No, I miss you," she said again.

"Oh."

"And I know that you're having a baby," Arizona said. "And I shouldn't want anything to do with your baby. But I kinda...do."

"You do?"

"Because I'm a crazy person," she nodded. "Clearly."

Callie laughed. "Am I supposed to agree?"

"Do you?"

"I don't think you're crazy," she told her. "I think you're awesome. And...way more forgiving than I could ever be. Thank you."

"When do you get off?"

Callie checked her watch. "Ten minutes ago. I'm just..."

"It's the babies," Arizona said. "They're intoxicating."

Callie smiled.

"Wanna go get some dinner?"

"Sure," she nodded. "But...what are we doing here?"

"We're trying," Arizona said. "Harder this time."

"Good."

Mark glanced up just as Callie and Arizona were walking away. "Well, Ella," he said as he saw their smiles though the window. "I think Callie's got a date. It's a good day for everybody, isn't it?"