"I just went to check on Baby," Mark told Arizona three days later at the funeral home.

Callie's funeral was tomorrow, but today was the second showing. They were finding it especially tough to find the time – as well as the physical and emotional energy - to go spend with the little one. Arizona hadn't been today, but he wanted her to know that everything was still about the same when it came to her medical condition.

If he was being completely honest, his real reason for telling Arizona this at this very moment was because he wanted an excuse to check in with her. Asking if she was okay was pointless; that wasn't possible right now. Mark just hoped that if he started the conversation, Arizona would know he was there if she needed anything. Somehow they had ended up having to be there for each other and now was as good a time as any to start letting her know he did care about her.

"And...?" she asked, accepting the tissues he handed her and dabbing her wet baby blues.

"Still the same."

"Oh."

"She's not getting worse," he pointed out. "It's not bad news."

"Yeah."

"She's tough," Mark said. "That's for sure."

"Just like her madre."

"Yep," he nodded, smiling as he remembered back on his best friend's feisty personality.

They both started getting choked up over the realization that Callie was gone. It didn't seem true. They had to fight away the illogical thoughts that she wasn't really dead. Obviously she was, but they just couldn't imagine actually having to spend every single day of the rest of their lives without her. Sure, they felt some peace knowing that Callie's suffering had ended, but they felt like theirs may never cease.

Mark fought away most of his tears, but a few did escape as he wrapped his arms around Arizona. Watching her heart break was making it doubly difficult. They may not have always seen eye-to-eye, but he didn't want to see anybody this upset.

"At least you still have her," Arizona eventually got out.

If he hadn't been thinking the exact same thought, it would have been impossible to make out. Her choice of words concerned him, though.

"Robbins, you get that you're Mommy, right?"

"Still?" she asked, still wrapping her arms around his strong frame.

"Still," he confidently nodded. "Callie wanted you to be a part of her life. You love her. I know that."

"Thank you."

"Of course," he said.

He was still nervous about how raising his baby girl with Arizona would go. As he had said, they didn't always agree, but they had always had Callie there to step in and play referee. Now that that wasn't the case anymore, decisions would be tougher to make. He was worried that opposing opinions and parental tensions would have a negative impact on the little one's upbringing. He didn't want this at all, yet he also didn't want to leave Arizona out. His heart was telling him that this was the right call.

Arizona felt relief. She had been so nervous that Mark would try to cut her out of the baby's life; honestly, she wasn't sure she could handle that. She didn't have Callie anymore, but she needed the baby. That little girl was a perfect little piece of her girlfriend and she would surely help heal their hearts.

Mark was flipping through a book full of baby names one of the NICU nurses had left there for him. He wasn't actually looking at any of the choices. He couldn't. They had just buried his best friend, the mother of his child, today. After such a tough day, it was no surprise that he couldn't focus on the book of names right now. Plus, it was only a formality; he already knew what her name would be. He wasn't even sure why he had the book in his hand, or why naming the little one had taken twelve days.

He felt someone behind him and turned to see that Arizona had just walked in. "Oh, hey," he said, a little surprised that she had found the energy to come tonight. He figured she'd take one more night to herself before returning to the NICU.

"Pick any?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Names," she said.

"Oh," he realized. "Yeah. Sofia."

"Perfect."

It had been Callie's number one girl choice since the beginning of the pregnancy. Apparently, she had liked it since she was a little girl, and had even owned a raven haired doll who now shared the name with their tiny daughter.

"Yep."

Mark hadn't loved the name when Callie mentioned it. It was okay, but it never seemed like "the name" to him. Now, it seemed like no other name measured up to it. It's meaning – "wisdom" – also seemed especially fitting right now. He was desperately hoping for a little wisdom these days. Doing what was best for Sofia seemed like such a daunting task without Callie's approval.

"Sofia Robbin Sloan Torres."

"Seriously?" Arizona questioned, feeling overwhelmed that Mark had chosen to honour her like this.

Letting her be in Sofia's life was one thing; letting her be in Sofia's name showed just how serious he was about it, though. Plus, she loved that the baby would have Callie's last name. She had just assumed she would a Sloan now, but she was glad that they'd be continuing the long line of strong-willed Torres ladies.

"Yep," he nodded. "You should have Mommy's last name in there, right?" Mark asked little Sofia. "She loves you!"

"I do," Arizona told her.

"We can do this, Mommy," Mark said. "Somehow."

"Yeah."

"God knows I can't do it alone," he added. "And she's already lost one mom. She needs you."

"How will this work, though?"

"We'll figure it out as we go," he said.

"Thank you, Mark," she replied. "I know I've said that about a thousand times since yesterday, but it means a lot."

"It's what Callie would want," he said. "And you'll be a great mom. It's the least I could do. Sofia's lucky to have you."

"She's pretty lucky to have you, too," she told him. "And trust me, that's not something I ever, ever thought I'd be saying."

He smiled. "Thanks," she said. "I'm sorry about everything I said when..."

"I know you are," he nodded. "It's forgiven."

"Good."