A/N: Thanks for the awesome response to the prologue. I have some ideas where I'm going with this, but for the most part I have no idea.

How do we feel about that finale?

Chapter 1- Home

Bouncing the baby softly in her arms, Arizona stood in front of the large double doors, terrified out of her mind. In this moment, those glass and metal doors represented the change between now and the rest of her life. And it scared the hell out of her.

"We can do this, baby girl." She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince, Sofia or herself. She looked down into the little cherub face and smiled. Love spread throughout her whole body with just that one little look. She never could have believed how much she could love someone else until she held Sofia in her arms for the first time.

"Arizona, you're still here?" a voice called from behind the blonde, startling her from her own thoughts. "I thought you'd be home by now, settling that baby into her new home," Bailey said to her friend and former mentor.

Arizona turned around and opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again when she wasn't sure what to say. What could she say? That she was terrified of leaving the hospital. That she was scared the second Sofia started crying she wouldn't know what to do to. That she'd somehow hurt the little girl by being completely incompetent when it came to being a mother.

She didn't have to say anything though. All it took was a look in Arizona eyes and Bailey knew exactly what was going on. Apparently being a pediatric surgeon didn't save you from new mom jitters. "You're going to be fine," Bailey reassured. She stepped closer to the duo and found the baby fast asleep in her mother's arms.

"What if I do something wrong? Or scar her for life somehow?" Arizona asks softly. She didn't want to admit what she was feeling. She's much better at holding it all in, but she needs to talk to someone. And Bailey is probably her best choice.

"You won't," Bailey responded confidently.

"It isn't right. Callie should be here doing this with me. What if she never wakes up? What if…"

"Calm down. No, it's not fair and this situation sucks. I can't say for sure what is going to happen. But I do believe that Callie will come out of this. We just have to be patient." There were a lot of things that could go wrong, both of them knew it. But in that moment, Bailey needed to make sure Arizona had hope. The woman needed something to hold onto, even if it was just a thread. "And even if she doesn't, Sofia is still gonna have the best mom that little girl could ask for."

Arizona smiled, feeling better, even just a little bit. "Thanks Bailey," she nodded her head a little. "I think I needed to hear that."

"Good, now get out of here," Bailey ordered with her tilt of her head towards the door. "You do have a carseat for that baby don't ya?"

"Of course. Alex set it up for me," Arizona answered.

"Good. No more excuses then. Now go," Bailey shooed.

Knowing she really couldn't argue, that she wouldn't win if she tried, Arizona turned back towards the doors and took small steps. A cool breeze hit her as the automatic doors rolled open. Instinctively she pulled Sofia even closer to her body and lightly covered her face with the blanket to ward off the chill.

It was harder than she thought it would be to get the car door open while holding the baby, but she managed. Might as well start learning how to do things with only one hand. She would have the other hand occupied for the next eighteen years or so.

Amazingly enough Sofia stayed asleep through the entire transfer from her arms into her seat. Not even the snap of the buckle roused the infant. After double and triple checking that Sofia was secure and that she had everything she needed to return home, Arizona finally climbed into the driver's seat of Callie's car. She hadn't gotten around to replacing her own yet after the accident. She had been told her old car could be fixed, but it would always bring back horrible memories so she didn't bother.

The drive was quick since they only lived across the street, but she had a lot of stuff to bring home with her so she was glad she'd driven that day. Besides driving gave her a few extra minutes each day with her girls. Now she'd have to find a new way to schedule her time between caring for Sofia and visits with Callie. At least she had some time to figure it out. Webber had kindly approved some much needed maternity leave for her since she was currently Sofia's only capable guardian.

Turning off the road into the underground parking for their building, Arizona realized she would be faced with her next dilemma. How to get Sofia and everything in her car up into the apartment. Going over the list in her head, she needed to make sure she had her purse, the diaper bag, and Sofia. Plus there were several other bags of gifts and items that had been with Sofia for her months in the hospital. There was no way she could carry it all. And she very well couldn't leave her daughter in one place or the other while she ran back and forth.

How in the hell did other parents do it?

A glazed look came over her eyes as she starred into nothing, trying to make some sort of plan. Taking the seat in with them was probably a smart idea. Or at least that's how it seemed with the many woman she noticed carrying their infants in the contraption, not just in the hospital, but in the stores and banks. Of course the malls they usually pushed them in a stroller.

Stroller! That was it. The carseat was part of a whole travel set. Popping the trunk, Arizona ran to the back of the car and let out a sigh of relief. Thank you, Alex! He must have taken it out of the box as well and left it folded up, the instructions tucked neatly in it. Now all she had to do was figure out what all the diagrams meant.

Ten minutes later and she wanted to scream in frustration. She could cut open a human body and put it back together without thought. But a metal and fabric contraption were getting the best of her that night. She looked at the stupid diagrams from every angle and still could not seem to get the wheels to lock into place.

She was just about to give the damn thing a swift kick, her leg hanging in the air in preparation, when she caught sight of one of the bars still at an angle. The foot that was prepared for violence just a moment ago, set itself at the top of the point and pushed down. An almost silent click, told Arizona that she'd finally done it.

The bottom basket was filled to the top, and her purse and diaper bag hung across the handlebar, giving the blonde a sense of accomplishment. Now all she needed was to lock the carseat into the stroller and she'd be on her way. Thank goodness their apartment building had a working elevator.

Pushing the blue door open, she gave her home a quick look over, seeing it for the first real time in months. She'd barely stepped foot inside in months. She'd only slept here when forced to by her co-workers and even then she went to bed and raced back off to the hospital as soon as she was awake. Home had been the hospital for the last four months.

"Well kiddo, this is your home," she whispered to the sleeping babe. "Your mom and I spent so many hours talking about the day we'd get to bring you home. I could never have imagined it would end up like this." Arizona choked on her words a bit, but held it together.

"You'll get to meet your mom tomorrow. We'll go visit her, I promise. She wants to be here with you, I know she does." Even if Sofia was awake, Arizona knew she wouldn't understand her, but it made her feel better just to talk.

Unbuckling the straps, she moved one arm and then the other out from under them before lifting Sofia into her arms. She held her like precious cargo, because that was exactly what she was. "We haven't gotten you a crib yet. Mama's been procrastinating that one," she spoke softly as she swayed back and forth. She wouldn't admit it, but with every milestone Sofia reached, Arizona was terrified the other shoe was going to drop. She couldn't bring herself to buy a crib and have it be a reminder if everything went terribly bad.

Plus, it didn't feel right picking one out without Callie. She knew she'd have to do it now, but she had a little more time. Sofia wouldn't be sleeping in her own room just yet anyway. No, that was too far away from Arizona for her liking. For tonight, a wall of pillows on her own bed would have to do.

"Sorry I wasn't more prepared to bring you home, kiddo. I really didn't think Dr. Stark would release you so soon. We'll go and get you a bed tomorrow. You can help me pick it out."

Laying the infant down in the middle of the bed, she placed pillows around her on all sides for the time being. Although Sofia hadn't yet started rolling over, she wasn't willing to risk it. Safety was her main concern. She hadn't done her best to protect the baby while she was in her mommy's tummy. She wouldn't make that mistake again.

Backing out of the room, she left the door wide open so she'd be able to hear if Sofia woke up. Next item on her list was getting things put away. She dropped the diaper bag and purse on the couch before pushing the stroller into the second bedroom.

Cristina had left behind a dresser when she left, having bought all new furniture when she moved in with Owen. So at least for the time being, she'd fill it with Sofia's stuff. It would make her feel better to have everything put away and not left in bags throughout the room.

Next came a little bit of cleaning. Dusting was a must, too much had accumulated in her absence and she couldn't have Sofia breathing that in. Her immune system seemed to be good, but Arizona wasn't going to take any chances. She wouldn't mind doing a little vacuuming but didn't want to chance waking the baby up. So she swept the hardwood floors and deemed it good enough for the moment.

There really wasn't dishes to do since no one had really been home, but that meant the clean ones probably weren't so clean anymore either. She'd have to take a day and wipe them all down, but that wasn't a project for tonight.

She had barely taken a seat on the couch when small whimpers filled the silence. Her feet were moving before her brain could even catch up. Her true test of parenting began now.

Although she wasn't full out crying, Sofia's little face was scrunched up, waiting to let out that scream. Arizona scooped her up and into her arms, rocking her gently in an effort to keep her calm while she figured out what she needed to do next.

Her diaper felt a little damp, but that was easily fixed. She'd changed some diapers in her time, she could do this. Unfortunately the clean ones she had were in the diaper bag in the other room. So off they went.

Diapering was easy, but figuring out how to prepare a bottle with only one hand was no easy feat. She wasn't ready to put Sofia down. She knew it was healthy for children to cry at times but she wanted to keep as many smiles on her daughter's face as she could and that started by keeping the tears at bay.

Several ounces and burps later, Arizona was sure she had this situation handled. Sofia was now cleaned and fed. All she had to do was get the infant into her little onesie to sleep in and she'd be set. Or so she'd believed.

Just as Arizona thought the baby was about to nod back off to sleep for the next several hours when she finally let out the wail she seemed to be holding in. And no matter what Arizona tried to do, Sofia just wouldn't stop.

She was already failing and she hadn't even been a mom for more than a few hours.

There was only one thing left she could think of to do. She grabbed her phone and called one of the only numbers she knew by heart. "I need some help."