A/N: Okay guys, the comments were awesome. You guys are awesome. I'm trying to convey how intensely I enjoyed reading your input, but I don't feel like it's coming through. Also, THIS IS A CALZONA STORY. One comment said that I should label this Penny/Callie, and I have never been so offended in my life. I am DIEHARD Calzona. But if this story doesn't end Calzona, it's not because of any personal preference, it's because that's just the way it ended. But I'm pushing for Calzona though. Anyways, LEAVE COMMENTS, they fuel me.

Love, Sugarkane.

"I want to be happy without you, Arizona."

Callie flexes her hand open and close over the strap of her purse. Her eyes are scared and teary and pleading. And she can't seem to keep them on Arizona. So instead she looks at the damp asphalt of the sidewalk and shuffles back and forth slightly on her heels. It goes on like that for a moment or so, the two of them standing silently before finally Callie finds the voice to speak again.

"I just—I can't keep doing this with you. We break-up. We get back together. We break-up again. And nothing ever changes, Arizona. Nothing," she shakes her head defeatedly, holding her hands out like she's offering something before clasping them closed again, "I used to know why I fought for this. I used to know why…and now…I just don't know anymore—"

"It's because we love each other!"Arizona interrupts fiercely, angrily, pressing one hand flat against her chest. Her heart feels like it's imploding, and her first reaction is to take the defensive, is to fight Callie's rejection with every cell in her body.

But she knows that's not what the other woman needs right now.

That's not what Callie wants.

So instead of fighting, the blonde breathes deeply and steadies herself.

"We love each other, " She says again calmly, this time her voice trembling with certainty. Callie shakes her head a little, breathing out harshly into the frigid winter air.

"Is this love? Is this what other people feel like, Arizona?" The brunette lifts her eyes to stare desperately at her ex-wife, "It's just sometimes, I get it, you know, I-I look at you and…and I'm happy. Like stupidly happy. And all I want to hold your hand and be there for you. And I think, this is it. She's it for me."

Callie pauses, shaking her head in thought, and Arizona just stands, watching silently until her ex-wife continues.

"B-But then…" Callie stops again, clearing her throat uncomfortably, "But then you run off to Africa to pursue some dream that doesn't include me. Or cheat with some woman you barely know. And I just…I just wonder, is this really what love is—"

"Don't do that," Arizona interrupts quickly, shaking her head in frustration, "Don't make this all about me. Don't make this my fault."

"Ari-"

"No," the blonde interrupts again, moving closer to Callie, hands curled up in defiance, "you're right. I slept with another woman, and it sucks. But you know what, you slept with someone else too. And got pregnant with his child," Arizona holds up a finger, silencing Callie's protests, "And it sucked. But I forgave you for it, Calliope. Because I love you. And I love Sofia. I forgave you."

"I know that-"

"Then why can't you do the same for me," Arizona pleads, stepping into her ex-wife's personal space, "Why can't you forgive me?"

The taller woman remains quiet, her eyes silently flitting from her lover's face to the overcast sky above.

"I'm trying. I've tried," Callie whispers honestly, running a defeated hand roughly through her hair.

"Try harder," Arizona breathes firm yet warm, taking her ex's hand in hers "Forgive me."

The brunette's face softens for a moment, a swoony kind of surrender that always seems fleeting these days. She looks down like she's trying to still herself against Arizona's pleas, like she's trying to remain certain of her choice, but after a moment her shoulders start to quaver and small wet tears begin trickling onto her dress.

And Arizona's never been able to stand idle when Callie's the one crying.

So almost immediately one hand is tugging at the brunette's waist as the other comes up to cup gently around her neck. Soon they are flush against each other, their damp foreheads pressed tenderly together, any illusion of space destroyed. Their lips hover quietly, a daunting yet familiar position.

"Why now?" Callie shakes her head slowly against Arizona's forehead, her breath hitching slightly as the blonde's hand comes up to cup gently at her cheek. "I gave you time, Arizona. I waited."

"I was scared. I didn't want to hurt you again. I don't want to hurt you again," Arizona whispers quietly, wetly, as her own tears stick in her throat. She places a soft kiss against Callie's forehead before wrapping the other woman in her arms completely. "I can't lose you again, Calliope."

Arizona pulls back just enough to look into her ex-wife's eyes.

"I love you," the blonde punctuates, kissing the brunette gently on the lips. Callie tenses immediately her eyes shutting tight. And Arizona can practically feel the other woman struggling against her own emotions.

Arizona kisses her again anyway, this time longer and harder, her tongue slipping out to skim over Callie's lip. She can feel the other woman trembling in her hands.

"You love me?"

The blonde asks the question asks the question so timidly and vulnerably that Callie's valiant resistance all but crumbles away completely. Of course, she loves her.

The meeting of their lips is wet

And desperate.

And hot.

Wonderfully rough with wanting. All these weeks of distance between the two women culminating in one fiery kiss.

And the question of love is answered. Not that it really had to be.

But from its resolution, a million much more difficult questions are born.

one year ago

Arizona loves Saturdays.

There's nothing particularly fascinating about the day itself. Like most other Seattle days, they're windy and foggy and wet, but Arizona has come to separate them from all the other days of the week.

She has come to wait for them.

Anticipate them.

Because Saturdays are family days.

Both Callie and Arizona's schedules allow them to be free (most of the time) in the evening, so they've started an unofficial tradition of spending the night together. Not in a 'romantic' sort of way. There is no cuddling with each other or making googly eyes over candlelight. It is just the three of them watching movies together or playing games together or eating dinner and listening to Sofia try to describe her day. It's family time. Pure and Innocent. And Arizona has some to treasure the happy routine.

Tonight is no different. The pediatric surgeon finishes up her rounds as quickly as possible (though she still isn't able to leave until around eight), and Callie follows closely behind. Soon enough, all three of them are cramped in Arizona's small kitchen. Callie at the stove. Sofia in her chair And Arizona at the dinner table, paperwork cluttered in front of her.

"He has liver lacerations and a postero-lateral herniated disc—"

"Jeez…the kid isn't even ten, yet," Callie interjects sympathetically while simultaneously lifting a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc up to her lips. Arizona notices the move, quirking her eyebrow in amusement at her ex-wife.

"Mama, look!" Sofia's voice cuts between the women, excited and loud, as she holds up a scribbled on sheet of paper, "I made this!" She says it proudly, jutting the paper forward toward her mom, and in return, the blonde smiles like it's the best thing she's ever seen.

"Oh, wow," she says affectionately, glancing over to her ex-wife who's watching over amusedly, "Look at that. Our daughter's a regular Picasso."

"Pick-a-so," Sofia repeats excitedly, and both women laugh, certain that the 4-year old has no idea who Picasso is.

"Draw me another picture," Arizona requests to which her daughter happily obliges, instantly going back to scribbling in her high chair. When certain her daughter is distracted, she once again directs her attention to Caliie.

"Rough day?" the blonde questions, gesturing toward the wine bottle still lazily dangling in Callie's grip. The brunette glances down at the bottle before smiling a bit embarrassedly and placing it back on the countertop.

"Something like that," she tosses her hand dismissively, glancing over at the fish that's still searing on the stove. Arizona appraises the woman silently for a moment more, smiling as the brunette roughly pushes her bangs away from her eyes.

"Are you going to tell me about it or…?"

"It's not a big deal," Callie shuts her down quickly, a small blush forming on her cheeks. Arizona tilts her head suspiciously, a mischievous smile taking over her face.

"Calliope," she prods lightly, but the brunette only rolls her eyes and remains silent.

"Was it work?"

"Arizona," Callie chides, displeased by the interrogation.

"What?" the blonde questions innocently, "We're friends. I tell you about my day. You can tell me about yours."

"There's nothing to tell. It was boring. I gave a 57 year-old man a hip replacement; that was my day," Callie huffs over the mixed vegetables she's been stirring on and off for the past ten minutes before tapping the wooden stirring spoon against the edge of the pot and lying it down on the counter.

"What about uh…whats-her-name?" Arizona pretends to think, and Callie rolls her eyes at the fallacy.

"It's Penny. You know her name."

"Did she do something? Is that why you're so on-edge—"

"No, no," Callie tries to assure her ex-wife, only to be interrupted by a squealing Sofia.

"I finished!" the giddy girl holds the paper up high, swinging it around so both of her moms can see it. This drawing is slightly different from the previous one in that it actually has distinguishable figures. There are three people lined up in front of a square house with a small dog lying beside them.

"This is you, mommy," she directs Callie's attention to the figure with black hair, "And mama, that's you." She points to the figure with yellow hair. "And this is me and our doggie." She points to herself and the dog. Both Callie and Arizona furrow their eyebrows at the last past.

"We don't have a dog, baby," Callie points out in confusion, and Sofia huffs loudly.

"I knowwww. I wan' a dog!" The four year-old looks at both of her moms pleadingly, and Arizona is wearing a weird, 'I don't want to say no but no' expression on her face, and Callie is too engrossed in how cute her daughter is to be concerned.

"Mommy, pleaseee," she drags out the plea, turning mostly to the ortho surgeon as if sensing that she's the weaker of the pair.

"Oh, no, no, cariño," Callie shakes her head at her daughter but can't help her little smile.

"Bu-But," the little girl starts again, but her mother simply turns away to meal she's preparing.

"How about you eat, and then we talk about it?" Callie offers placatingly, and Sofia huffs, pouting at both of her mothers, but she surprisingly doesn't argue. Arizona shoots the girl a sympathetic smile before turning her attention back to Callie.

"So what'd Penny do?" Arizona pushes teasingly, trying to get her ex-wife to reveal anything about the mystery woman she's been dating for two months.

"She did nothing," Callie answers, rolling her eyes at Arizona's obvious prodding.

"Then why are you so grumpy?"

"I'm not grumpy!" Callie asserts.

"Sofia, do you think Mommy is being a big grump?" Arizona turns her attention to the miniature version of Callie who practically buzzes at the opportunity to talk again.

"A big grump!" Sofia shouts excitedly, the pouty face from earlier completely forgotten. Callie rolls her eyes again, but she can't fight the smile taking over her lips.

"You're unbelievable."

Arizona shrugs, a cute little smirk on her face. "Are you going to tell me, or do I have to badger you all night?"

Callie eyes her for a moment before finally releasing an irritated sigh.

"Okay fine… I'll tell you, but afterwards, you have to drop it." Callie waits until the other woman nods in agreement to continue.

"Penny's a doctor, and I'm a doctor. And lately we've just been having a hard time…you know…spending time together."

Arizona tilts her head in confusion at the other woman's hesitancy. Her admission didn't like such a big deal…She misses spending time with her girlfriend; that's normal and expected.

It makes sense that she'd be frustrated and irritable and doing that thing where she twirls with her hair a lot. Arizona's seen Callie like this before. During that year after the plane crash and her leg amputation. The blonde remembers how petulant her ex-wife was then. Arizona smiles in thought. It was mostly because they weren't having sex though. Callie's a very voracious woman when it comes to sex. Whenever she's without it, she just…

Oh.

"Calliope!"

Arizona's eyes widen and her mouth forms an 'O', and Callie blushes and locks her hands behind her back.

"Really?" She questions in disbelief (but not really that much disbelief), "You've been a total pain to everyone because you're not getting lai—"

"Sofia is here!" Callie interrupts quickly.

"I here!" Sofia yells innocently, throwing her hands up in the air and giggling. Arizona starts laughing along with her for much different reasons, and Callie's face gets redder and redder.

"Now, you have to drop it," the brunette says in a low whisper, and her ex-wife surrenders easily, shoulders still shaking in amusement.

Later that night, after Sofia's been reluctantly tucked in, Arizona and Callie linger around the kitchen, sharing a bottle of white wine and one piece of red velvet cake.

"Do you ever think it's weird that we hang out?" Callie mumbles as she licks a dab of icing from her finger. Arizona hums in consideration.

"We don't really hang out…outside of Sofia," Arizona says, shrugging as she takes a sip from her wineglass. "But if we did, it wouldn't be that weird."

"Exactly," the taller woman agrees, picking up the almost empty bottle from the dinner table and bringing it to her lips. Arizona eyes her in amusement.

"You know I have other glasses, right?"

The taller smiles cheekily before taking another sip from the bottle and returning it to the table.

"I think Penny thinks it's weird that we hang out," Callie says absently, running her tongue along her teeth,"She hasn't said anything about it, but whenever I mention us and Sofia spending time together, she gets this look on her face like she wants to say something…"

Arizona considers the other woman's words for a moment, trying to remain as impartial as possible. "Well," she starts finally after a few lingering seconds of silence, "I kinda understand it. When we first started dating and you were spending all that time with Mark, it drove me a little crazy sometimes...probably worse for her though. I mean, you actually married me."

Callie hums in thought before scrunching up her mouth a little. "I also divorced you so…"

"Low blow!" Arizona laughs, shaking her head before pushing scoldingly at her slightly tipsy wife's shoulder. Callie snorts in return, resting her chin lazily in her palm.

"The point stands regardless," Arizona says, taking a long swallow from her glass before continuing, "Which mean you were interested in me enough to marry me—"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want to have sex with you now," Callie interjects bluntly, and Arizona scrunches her nose in faux-offense.

"Guess we're being honest tonight—

"I mean," Callie interrupts, ignoring her ex-wife's comment, "You're hot still…of course…but I wouldn't…" She glances at her ex-wife, her sentence kind of drawing out unfinished. Her brown eyes flick over Arizona's face before dipping down to her chest. They sit there for a long moment before lazily flitting away.

Arizona smirks a little embarrassedly at the obvious move.

"You just Sloaned me!" she laughs loudly.

"No!"

"You totally did."

"Whatever," Callie waves her hand around, red tingeing her cheeks, "I'm drunk; I need to leave."

A sudden wave of disappointment washes over Arizona, and she's pretty sure she knows why.

She loves Saturdays.

And when Callie leaves, this Saturday will official be over.

And she really doesn't want Callie to leave.

"Or…" Arizona says, following Callie as the other woman rises from her chair, "You could just…I don't know…crash here?"

Present

Arizona's hands are palming Callie's ass by the time a horrified gasp breaks the two apart. Behind them on the sidewalk, donned in jeans and striped crew top shirt, is Penny. Eyes already filling with tears, cheeks red with shock. She's muttering something wet and teary and hurt. And Callie looks like she's just been blindsided by a train.

And Arizona, for her part, looks guilty and sorry.

But that doesn't matter because almost immediately after Penny turns her eyes toward the blonde, she turns away and begins walking in the other direction.