Again, I'm really glad you all are enjoying my work. There are three more one shots in this series after this one and I've noticed that there's been some interest in me writing about Callie and Arizona as parents and I would like to know if you all would like me to attempt a story on it's own after this series is complete about that. I'd love your feedback on that, so let me know! Please? =] I didn't plan on updating again so soon but this one just popped in my head and wouldn't leave, and I didn't want to just have it lying around on my computer for a few days either, so here you go. Hope you enjoy! :)

This is written from Arizona's point of view and takes place during episode 6.05, "Invasion", it's a missing moment, or well three.

Seven. Enough For Now

"The daughter's father watches,
Quietly we assume."

- Enough For Now, The Fray

This isn't what it I think it is, I'm seeing things. I do not see him sitting outside the conference room watching Calliope. I blink a few times to be sure. I thought I must be wrong but there he is.

Mr. Carlos Torres; sitting in a chair outside the conference room just watching his own daughter as she cries. He's silent but his eyes say it all; they're moist with tears that don't fall. No, he's too proud for that.

I can't help but stare at him. There she is wearing her heart on her sleeve but he only sees his disgrace, his embarrassment, his shame, his failure. He doesn't see the kind, compassionate, strong woman I fell in love with; the real Calliope. He doesn't see his daughter.

He doesn't know how many nights I've spent holding her, trying to calm her as she cries herself to sleep. He doesn't know how many hours she's work to keep herself a float. He doesn't know how many times she's stood up for herself and our relationship.

He doesn't see that she's as in as much pain as he is. He doesn't see how much she wants him to respect her and love her. He doesn't see how much she wants him to see her as his daughter again. He doesn't see that she loves me, and that I love her back even more.

While I'm in this frame of mind I can't help but ask myself does he know all the things that make Calliope 'Calliope' like I do. Does he know that she needs to have her triple-triple coffee at least once every six hours or she can't function? Does he know that she has the habit of twirling her pen in her fingers when she's thinking of what to write on patient's charts? Does he know that she lightly when she sleeps from twelve at night 'til three in the morning then it just stops? Does he know that she was willing to almost make a fool out of herself twice because she wanted to be with me?

The painful thing is that I know the answer to all these questions. It's "No, he doesn't."

He doesn't know her anymore. He only knows the fake Calliope; the one who acts like she's a bad ass to make it through the day and to keep her pride in a reasonable shape. The Calliope she is around everybody else, everybody but me. She may be his daughter, but I know her better. I know how much this is killing her inside whilst he is clueless. And that's what's killing me.

I avert my gaze, trying to let it go. But my eyes catch Calliope sitting behind glass walls a few feet away. She's there with her head in her hands, praying. Praying for forgiveness for something she shouldn't have to be forgiven for and for her father to understand and respect her for who she is; to love her.

It's taking everything for me not to rush in there and comfort her, but right know I know this is something she needs to do for herself. I know how much she needs to prove to herself that she's not making a mistake and that really does believe all the things she says.

But he doesn't see his daughter praying, he only sees a sinner begging.

I've spoken my peace and prayed it's enough. I've never had that conversation with any of my ex-girlfriends parents so prepare me for that, but that doesn't matter. He knows now. He knows exactly how much I love her.

I'm hoping he understands now that if he's going to keep coming back her picking fights with her it's going to force be to stand up to him for her. I'm going to have to turn into to the Arizona who learned to fight dirty on the playground because of her name, the Arizona I haven't been since I was the teenager girl who yelled at her girlfriend's best friend because they didn't accept her.

I shake my head, "How can he not see how amazing she is? How could he just ignore the fact that he's supposed to love her no matter what?" I mumble under my breath as I open my locker door.

The first thing that catches my attention as I open the locker is a light purple sticky note stuck next to the picture of Calliope and I on the door of my locker. I peel it off before reading it.

Arizona,

Got off my shift early! Will be waiting for you at home, bring ice cream please? =]

Love you!

Callie

Great, ice cream. Ice cream never means anything good. Why can't people let her have her happy ending? She deserves it more than anyone, after everything she's been through. After changing I can't help but slam my locker door in frustration. I sigh in defeat knowing perfectly well the rest my night will be a rough one consisting of crying, cuddling, serious conversations and Rocky Road ice cream.

I can still remember the first time a night like this happened; I had taken Calliope as French Vanilla type of girl, turns out I was wrong, vanilla actually makes her sick yet she ate it anyways because she didn't want me to feel bad. Ever since the morning after I will never be able to eat any type of vanilla ice cream again.

As I walked out of the hospital I couldn't help but smile a little, it still amazing me that she was willing to eat something that makes her sick so I wouldn't feel bad. Tonight that would not be happening.

"Calliope," I barely get the words out of my mouth before Calliope comes running towards me pulling me into a bone scrunching embrace. "Calliope, are you okay? I brought your favorite." I say to her trying to get her to calm down.

She lets go of me and laughs, yet her eyes are starting to fill with tears. "We're not going to need that tonight, Arizona. Just put it in the freezer for Christina." She takes me by the hand and starts pulling me further into the apartment.

"Calliope, what do you mean? What's going on?" I say as I notice a bottle of champagne and two plates of Calliope's famous chicken picatta sitting on the breakfast nook.

"We don't need ice cream, because it's over. He, he," Calliope starts to cry, yet there's still an amazing smile on her face. It takes her a moment to compel herself but she finally gets her words out. "He accepted me, Arizona. He accepted us. He said things that I would have thought I'd only hear in my wildest dreams."

I put my bag the counter, a smile plastered on my face. As I turn around to tell her how happy I am and how proud I am of her I feel her lips on mine and her arms around my waist. I kiss her back, letting her know how much I love her in the one of the best ways. She starts to pull away but I pull her back, not wanting to let go. And I don't let go until the need for oxygen becomes inevitable.

"No more overtime hours in the ER, no more of you coming home to your girlfriend being a complete blubbering mess and keeping you awake when you're exhausted, no more of you having to get me ice cream," I cut her off with a kiss because I know where she's going with this. "Uh, hello? I was talking." She's not too impressed.

"I know you were. And I'm stopping you because I know what you're trying to say and you don't have to say them. You don't need to say them because I'd do all again in a heartbeat. I'd do it all again, for you." I state simply.

"Really?" she's somewhat shocked.

"Did you not notice that I brought home Rocky Road ice cream for you?" I laugh.

"Awe, you're the best." She kisses my forehead. "Now let's get you some of piccatta before it gets cold." The pulls out a chair for me with her beautiful smile on her face.

As I sit down, giving Calliope the biggest smile I can, I can't help but thank Mr. Torres under my breath. Because he finally sees her.