Happy Season 8 premiere day!

Also, I forgot to post this as a part of the last update, but somebody was wondering if this fic really was just based on a dream. It is not. Nobody is dreaming. No one's going to wake up and fix it all. I couldn't get this idea out of my head, so I just wrote it. Though, Callie being alive is obviously still what I like best. I figured I'd challenge myself a little with this, though. And yes, I am a Calzona fan. Don't think that I'm not just because of this update. I just happen to want to see Arizona happy as well.

"How was school today?"

Arizona and Mark now had a happy, healthy three-year-old on their hands. Any worries they ever had about her development were laughable now. They were lucky – or unlucky, depending on the day – to have a typical, chatty, energetic little princess.

"Dada pick Sofia up?" she asked.

"Daddy's busy at work," Arizona said, as she buckled Sofia into her carseat. "You get to see him later tonight, okay?"

"Busy, busy, busy."

"He's busy, busy, busy," Arizona smiled. "How was daycare?"

"School. Daycare gots babies, Mama."

"Of course," she replied. "You're three! You're not a baby! How was school?"

"Play house with my fend."

"You played house with your friend?" she smiled. "Which friend?"

"Jessa."

"Jessa?"

"Yes!" she said. "Listen, Mama!"

"Sorry," she replied, giving her a kiss. "Mama's a little distracted today."

"You wor'?" she asked.

"I did work," she nodded. "I worked with Daddy, actually. We fixed a little boy's ear."

"Good."

"Thanks, Sof."

When they got home, Sofia quickly realized something was different about today. She and Mommy usually prepared dinner together, but not today. Today, Arizona popped in a children's CD and let Sofia dance around the bedroom as she picked out something to wear.

"Do you think this is pretty?" she asked, taking out a blue dress and holding it up to herself.

"Yep," she said. "Blue."

"It is blue," she said. "Where else do you see blue in Mama's room?"

"Lots!" she giggled, referring to the blueish wall colour.

"Show Mama…three blue things," she said, holding up three fingers.

This was how she, Mark, and Lexie typically approached teaching her. They found that playing simple games like this taught her in the best way possible. She didn't even realize she was learning, and that made it fun. Being the type of dad who was determined to do everything perfect for his little girl, this had taken Mark some time to get used to. Over time, Mommy was able to prove to him that it was actually ideal for Sofia. She was a smart little girl who loved to learn because they were laid back about it.

Sofia pulled out one of her ponytails and held out the elastic, remembering that she had picked the blue ones this morning. They didn't exactly match her red and white dress, but Daddy had decided that didn't matter.

"That's one," Arizona said. "Did Daddy let you pick again?"

"Yep."

"I can tell," she laughed. "Where's something else blue?"

Sofia picked up the picture by Mommy's bedside. In it, Callie was wearing a blue shirt.

"Good job," Arizona smiled. "That's blue, too."

"Yes," she agreed.

"Who's that a picture of?"

"Mama," she smiled, kissing the picture.

"Mama and who else?"

"Madre."

"Madre," she nodded. "Right. We love Madre, huh?"

Sofia was still too young to understand exactly who her Madre had been, but she did like to point out Callie in pictures. They talked about Callie often, and Sofia would learn more and more as she grew older. For now, she just knew that she was her madre, and that she loved her.

"Love," she nodded.

Sofia needed a potty break and then a snack, so Arizona took longer getting ready than she had hoped. "You should be at Daddy's by now," she said as she did her make-up.

Sofia was messily applying her own eyeshadow, which Mommy would later wash off before they left.

"Oh."

Sofia looked up and Arizona couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm so pity?" Sofia asked.

Mommy nodded. "Oh, you look stunning, Ms. Torres!"

There was a knock on the door. "That's probably Daddy," Arizona said, getting up to go get the door. Needless to say, it wasn't Mark. Instead, it was Alena Felix – the new Neonatal Attending who also happened to be her date for the night.

Arizona had only been on a handful of dates since Callie had died. She just never felt the same way towards anyone else that she had toward Callie. However, she was giving Alena a chance.

"Oh, hi," she said. "I'm…not ready."

Part of her had to wonder what exactly she wasn't ready for – just this date, or dating in general. The nerves were unbelievable.

The blue-eyed brunette smiled. "That's fine," she said. "I can wait."

"Sofia's not even at Sloan's yet."

"Arizona, it's okay," she said.

"Thank you," she smiled.

Sofia walked out into the living room. "Oh, uh…" Arizona said, not sure how to introduce Alena to the little girl. She hadn't brought a woman into Sofia's life yet.

"You must be Sofia," Alena smiled.

"Yeah."

"Were you doing makeup with Mom?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"You are Mom, right?" Alena asked Arizona.

"Yep," Arizona nodded. "Calliope's Madre."

"Yeah," Sofia said.

"Mommy's told me a lot about you, Miss Sofia," Alena said.

"Oh."

"I promise I don't usually let her wear makeup," Arizona told Alena.

"Tell Mommy to relax," Alena told Sofia. "It's okay to have a little fun sometimes, huh?"

"You's pretty," Sofia said.

"Thank you," she smiled. "My name's Alena. I work with your mommy and daddy."

"And Lex."

"And Lexie," Arizona nodded. "Yes."

"Just give us a few minutes," Arizona said.

"Take all the time you need," Alena replied. "I'm early. Plus, you two were having fun."

Arizona got herself ready within ten minutes, but Sofia was not so easy. After having her makeup washed off, she didn't want Mommy to do anything else. "Sof, your hair is a mess. Let me put new piggy tails in, please."

"Why?"

"Because piggy tails are pretty cute," Alena said, trying to help out. "And you wanna look cute, right?"

"Daddy says I cute."

"Daddy says you're cute," Arizona nodded. "Yes. He's a little shallow. But, this time, I can't say he's wrong."

She smiled.

"So can I put piggies in your hair?"

"Baby Sof too?" she asked.

"I have to give Baby Sofia piggies, too?" she asked.

"Baby Sofia" was the doll that Callie's parents had given Sofia. It was the same doll that Callie had named Sofia as a child, and now her Sofia loved playing with her.

"Yes."

"Okay," she agreed. "Go get her."

Both Sofias had pig tails by the time Daddy arrived to pick them up. "Are you ready to go, Baby Girl?" Mark asked, picking up his toddler and kissing her cheek.

"Big girl," she insisted.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "Right. Big girl."

"Yeah."

"How was school?"

"Good," she said.

"Good."

"You have a good night, 'kay?" Arizona said, kissing her little girl. "Mommy'll see you soon."

"'Morrow?" she asked.

"Probably tomorrow," she nodded. "You'll sleep at Daddy's, but I'll stop by and say hi, okay?"

"Yeah."

Alena smiled as Mark and Sofia left. "She's such a lucky girl," she said. "It's great that you and Sloan have worked out what you have for her."

"I have no idea what I'd do without her," Arizona agreed. "To think that I never wanted kids is just crazy now."

"You didn't want kids? But you're in Peds."

"Treating a child and raising one are two completely different things," she said. "Especially raising one with somebody you didn't choose to raise one with."

"True," she said. "But still. You're a great mom."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Sorry we made you wait."

"Quit apologizing," she said. "Let's just go have dinner."

"Sounds great."