A/N: At this point I'm thinking this story won't be more than 15 chapters. But anything could happen I guess. Hope you all continue to enjoy!

Chapter 5

"So, Arizona, how are things going this week?" The redheaded therapist asked as Arizona took a seat on the couch in front of her. It had been awkward her first few visits to Grace Thompson's office as she wasn't exactly sure where to start. But now, several weeks later, Arizona was getting used to her weekly visits and was able to express herself just a little bit better.

"Things are going about as good as can be expected actually," Arizona admitted. She looked into Grace's eyes as she spoke so that the other woman would know she was telling the truth. She had learned quickly that if you didn't look her in the eye, then Grace believed you were hiding something, which was typically true. "My parents are back with all their stuff and have for the most part settled into Mark's old apartment. At least temporarily."

"Temporarily?" Grace asked in an attempt to get Arizona to explain further. She'd figured out early on that her patient wasn't one to go into a lot of detail. It was something she was working on with the younger woman. It was holding back those little things that went hand in hand with holding back her emotions.

Arizona sighed, knowing exactly what was expected of her. "They would still like to find a place of their own, Mark's apartment is just convenient while they look around. They aren't really apartment people either, they prefer having their own space."

"How do you feel about having them just right across the hall?"

"It's kind of nice. At this point in my life I've lived away from them almost as long as I lived with them, so I do like having my own place, but knowing they are just right across the hall is kind of a nice security blanket."

Grace nodded her head and made a few notes. She tried not to do that, instead wanting to give her patients their full attention, but sometimes she needed to write things down so that she could review it later.

They spent the rest of the session talking through Arizona's feelings on where she was currently. Grace wanted her to get a handle on her emotions and feeling her way through them before they began to get into the past. They could work their way backward as they needed to, but with all that was still going on in Arizona's life, she felt it best to focus on the last few months first. And she believed her patient was making good steps of progress already.

The first session Arizona had attended, she didn't really know what to say, so instead Grace told her a little bit about herself and some of her personal beliefs about therapy and how it could help. It seemed to put Arizona a little more at ease.

Their second session went a little bit better as Arizona opened up and gave a little bit of background of her life and everything that was currently going on. She explained to Grace the reason why she had sought out therapy and everything that had led up to that decision.

Their third session, however, was just a little bit different as well. Arizona's parents had finally decided it was time to go home and begin packing, as well as put their house up for sale. They originally had intended to go earlier but had stuck around a little longer to help their daughter get settled into her life as a mother. Arizona wasn't yet comfortable with leaving Sofia with anyone but her parents so she had shown up to her appointment with the baby fast asleep in her carseat.

The therapist hadn't said a word, just waved them both inside the room. She'd rather have Arizona show up then cancel even if that meant some distraction from the baby. She had cooed over the infant for a few minutes before turning them to the direction they needed to be in.

Now it was six weeks later and Arizona was feeling a lot more mentally healthy. She still worried over Callie every day that she couldn't make it to the hospital, but she had come to accept that some things were just out of her control.

On her way home from her appointment, she stopped and picked Sofia up from her parent's place and took her to the hospital for their visit. Sofia was always such a good baby while they were in hospital, well in general really. She always had smiles for all the doctors and nurses that stopped them on their way towards Callie's room.

It didn't matter if Sofia was in need of a nap or if she'd only just woken from one, a few minutes after she was laid beside her other mother she was fast asleep. She would study Callie's face, or feel her breathing depending on their position, and it would put her to sleep. It was a bond between the two of them that Arizona loved to watch.

After settling her daughter down with her other mother, Arizona made her way around the small room making sure everything was just the way she wanted it. The flowers were still fresh and had water. The picture board Arizona had been building was still nice and full of pictures of her and Sofia.

Once she was satisfied, she settled down into the chair by Callie's bed and picked up her girlfriend's chart. She couldn't help herself, she had a need to know how the night had gone. As usual nothing much had changed. Nothing suggested that Callie was waking up soon.

She put the chart back in its place before attempting to wiggle herself in the bed next to her girls. She laid her hand over Sofia's back and kissed the baby on the forehead. She did the same to Callie's cheek before laying her head down on the pillow.

Therapy had been helping. She was a little more ready to accept the possibility that Callie may never wake up. But in her heart she kept her hope that they'd be together again someday. She just couldn't imagine her life without Callie in it. Especially now that there was Sofia. Their daughter couldn't grow up without her Mommy. It just didn't seem reasonable.

She hated to hear it from her friends, but they had also started mentioning that even if Callie did wake up, she wouldn't be the same person she was. Arizona knew this was a very real possibility. Her head injury could have affected her in ways they had no way of knowing until she was conscious again. She could even have amnesia, which was a possibility Arizona wasn't prepared for.

But as Grace had also explained, there really wasn't reason to worry about any of those bridges until they came to them. There was also a chance that Callie would be just fine. She had to believe that.

"Knock, knock," a voice called from the door, pulling Arizona from her thoughts. You never could get peace and quiet for very long in this place.

Arizona sat up, careful not to disturb the two sleeping girls beside her, even if one of them she wished she could disturb. She ran a hand through her hair in hopes that she didn't look a mess. "Hey, Sally," she greeted quietly.

"Did you want me to come back later?" the physical therapist asked.

Arizona glanced at her watch, realizing how late it had gotten. Apparently she had either been more lost in thought that she knew or she had fallen into a light sleep. "No, no. It's okay," Arizona told her quickly. "Let me just move Sofia."

The blonde lifted her daughter into her arms, trying her best not to wake the baby. Although it probably was pointless since Sofia would be up soon anyway for a bottle. Still she'd rather not wake her. She sat down in the chair out of the way so that Sally could do her job.

Over the last few months she'd gotten to know Sally fairly well. Arizona and Sofia had been there on several occasions when the physical therapist had stopped in to work Callie's muscles. Even though Callie would need therapy when she woke up, Arizona wanted to make it as easy on her as possible and had insisted on having someone come in frequently to keep the other woman's arms and legs moving as much as possible, and get massages to keep the limbs from atrophy. She didn't care if she had to pay out of pocket for it so long as Callie was getting the care Arizona wanted for her.

"Your daughter is getting so big," Sally commented as she moved the blanket to begin work on Callie's right leg.

"Yeah, she is," Arizona agreed. She couldn't believe Sofia had been home for almost two months already. They had finally settled into a routine and Arizona was getting comfortable being a mother. They had a few ups and downs, but overall they were doing awesome.

"She's trying to rollover now. She hasn't quite succeeded but she's really been trying. It's so fun to watch," Arizona smiled. Considering Sofia's premature birth, she was so excited that her baby was even close to such a milestone. "She sleeps five to six hours a night now, so that's nice. I'm actually getting some sleep. So long as I go to sleep right when she does," she laughed.

"Wow, that is pretty good," Sally agreed with a smile.

Arizona ran a loving hand through Sofia's dark hair. It was almost getting long enough she could do something with it. Put it in little ponytails or something. She hadn't attempted yet, but she was looking forward to trying.

Maybe when she was older and in school, Arizona could take the time to braid it. Have a little Sofia/Mama time while she did her hair for school every morning. The idea was one she had thought she never wanted, and now couldn't see life without.

The sad thing was, her leave was almost up. She had little more than a week left before she had to return to work. While getting back into the OR held appeal, spending quality time with Sofia was her number one priority. She probably should have brought that up in therapy earlier. At least she had one more session before she was back to the grind.

She couldn't even begin to imagine going a whole day away from her little girl. Even if she was in the hands of her very capable grandparents. She dreaded that first day back at work. A part of her wished she could just quit and stay home every day.

Besides the fact that financially that wasn't possible for her, she still had some school loans to pay for. She would also miss being a surgeon eventually she knew. She loved saving lives. But it no longer was the high it once was. Being Sofia's mom was her new drug of choice. She wondered if she could talk the chief into letting her back part-time to start off. It was something to consider anyway.

She left Sally to her work and packed Sofia up and headed home. They'd had a good enough visit. Her main goal was just to let Callie know that they were still there, and she believed that at least a part of her lover could feel them there even in her sleep.

When she reached her floor the door to her parents' was wide up and the smell of chicken filled the hallway. "Hey, Arizona, dinner's almost ready if you want to join us sweetie," Barbara yelled out into the hallway.

Arizona smiled. It really was great having her parents so close again. Especially because she wasn't the greatest cook, that was more Callie's deal. Her mother was making sure she had well balanced meals.

Not bothering to even enter her own home just yet, she went into the adjacent apartment and sat Sofia down in the swing that took up her parent's living room. Once the baby was settle she walked over to give her mother a kiss on the cheek. "It smells amazing," she told the older woman.

"Do you want to set the table?" Barbara gestured towards the small dining table that occupied the space by the window.

"Sure, but Sofia's gonna need a bottle soon," Arizona explained.

"That's where grandpa comes in," Daniel called from where he had been reading on the couch. He laid the paper down on the coffee table and stood up. He went to the cupboard where they kept bottles and Sofia's formula and started making a bottle for his granddaughter.

Arizona smiled. She was really glad to have her parents here.