I'm glad that I was able to get in a chapter before midterms start on Monday. I wrote this in one sitting so I'm really hoping there's no grammatical errors, sorry in advance if there are. This one is from Callie's point of view and takes place right after the end of episode 6.12; it's just a sweet moment that I wished had actually happened. I really thought that Callie having the chicken pox was hilarious, but I was kind of rotted with Arizona lying to her about not having chicken pox before but I get her point, so what can you do? I really hope you enjoy it!

"And my own to hands will comfort you tonight, tonight. Say when.

And my own two arms will carry you tonight, tonight."

Say When, The Fray

Four. Say When

"I don't want you get the chicken pox, they're horrible. It's worse then the time I fell down a flight of stairs as a kid. I know understand why they whine so much they get them, the poor things." I say, serving her a glass of honesty. I don't think I'd be able to handle watching perky, innocent Arizona suffer through this.

"I'll be fine." she says with her infamous optimism. "So besides for the itching and I hope not scratching, how was your day?"

As she says the word scratching my skin feels like it's on fire. My mind skips the fact that my hands are in mitts make of some form of gauze and I immediately try to scratch my arm. "Arizona!" I whine, "Why did you have to say the S-word?"

I feel her take my hand in her own, "Don't scratch, Calliope. It'll scar. And yes, I heard that you think that scars are bad ass but think about it, honey. An adult who gets scars from the chicken pox, you don't want them to think you're a wimp, do you?" I can hear her laugh echo through the room.

"I see your point." I chuckle. "But it's so freaking itchy. How the heck do you stand it?" I'm honestly curious.

"Well let me do it, I won't give you scars. I promise" She kisses my temple which brings a goofy grin across my face.

I can feel her arms being to rub up and down my sides and the burning starts to transition into smouldering; the pain slowly, but surely easing off. I can sense the tension leaving my facial expression.

"Is that better?" Arizona's voice is ringing with satisfaction, and something I can only name as is pride.

I can help but release a content sigh, "Definitely. You're so much better at this than, Mark. Not even comparable. You have a gift."

"Thank you. I've never done it before, I must be a natural." she says in a slightly cocky tone, I know she's only talking like this to make me laugh. She knows how funny I think she is.

"Well that's a good thing, our k-" I bite my tongue before I even finish the word, hoping she didn't hear the last half of my sentence.

"What was that last bit? I only caught the first part of your sentence." Her voice is drowning with curiosity.

"Nothing, I was just mumbling to myself as always." I let out a fake laugh that I'm hoping will fool her, it's a whim; she knows me better than that.

I can hear her take in deep breath before she begins to speak. "You were about to say kids weren't you?" I can feel her hand on my arm begin to get slightly clammy.

My reflex responses respond for me before I can even think, "No! You're kidding right?" I'm laugh and lie through my teeth.

Her lets go of my arm and starts playing with my hair; it's her nervous habit, she plays with my hair instead of her own. "Calliope." I can't help but wince at my name. I know I have to come clean with her now.

"Fine, I admit it. I was going to say something involving kids but it's obviously way too early to be having this conversation." I emphasize.

I don't know what to she's going to say, I expect a lie saying that it was okay that I said that and her to get up and leave the room. "It's okay," My head is telling my heart to brace for impact. "Just say what you were going to say." Her voice is honest; instead of playing with my hair she's now running her fingers through it trying to relax me.

"What I was going to say was," I pause to take a deep breath that I know I'll need. "That our kids are going to love when they get the chicken pox." I can feel the blush creep across my face. "Like I said, it's way too early for us to be having this conversation." I say before subtly bury my face in my pillow trying to hide from her, not caring how much I know it's not going to help.

"See that wasn't so hard to say now was it?" Her voice is still surprising calm. "In theory, you're right. It is kind of early to be having this conversation. But for us you're wrong, it's okay for me to having this conversation right now, because I'm having it with you." I feel her hand on my jaw, slowly bringing me to look at her face for the first time.

Her eyes are filled with compassion; I've seen this look before. The night of her birthday, the first time she told me she loved me. Her voice interrupts my thoughts. "I thought I was the only one who was thinking about this. I thought it was only me picturing little brown haired children running around a back yard with a swing set. I've never been on the same page as any other person before. But I we are. And I'm so thankful for that, because I love you too much to not want those things with you." Her eyes are now filling with tears, and I don't think I've ever been so happy to see a person cry before.

"I am so glad you just said that. You're definitely not the only one, but I think you got one detail wrong, you meant blonde right?" I chuckle before I kiss away the tears that are now rolling down her face.

Her laugh is echoing the room again, "We'll figure that all out later, honey. I just know that they'll love when you make the best chicken piccata of existence for them. For now let's just focus on you getting to sleep, okay?" She kisses my forehead and gives me her distinguished smile.

"Okay" I simply reply, my voice ringing with happiness as she pulls the sheets over us.

"Calliope?" I feel her arm wrap around my waist.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Arizona." I take her hand between my two gauze covered hands and shut my eyes, hoping that tomorrow was just as good as today.