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Chapter Three

ARIZONA'S POV

So, my wife is popular. Like, ridiculously popular. She left for Europe a little over a week ago, and the media absolutely love it. They love her. Everyone does. Each morning I wake up to a new review from her set the night before, and I've got to say…she is freaking awesome. I didn't think it was possible to be this proud of someone, but I am. Darryl bagged her a studio in Seattle when we returned from Portugal, and I spent most of my time there with her. She wanted new material, and she got it. She's amazing. I've never understood how someone can just put music and lyrics together, but Callie does it so well, and I know her fans will love her new album. Between shows, she is hitting the studio wherever she is, and things are really coming along. She calls me every day, and even though sometimes it's not ideal because of the time difference, I don't care. I'll stay awake all through the night if I get to hear my wife's voice. It is too beautiful to miss.

Today, she is booked for an interview on some French morning show. It can become a little confusing, but I'm quickly learning. It's 11 pm Wednesday right now, but it is almost 8 am on Thursday in Paris. She emails me to check I have the difference in time correct, and I love that. I love how she leaves me a little note at the end of her mail. She says she isn't checking up on me, but I know she is. She wouldn't drop the time into her conversations if she wasn't checking up. Opening up my go-to site online, I wait for the stream to begin. I promised her I wouldn't miss the show, and I'm sticking to that promise. I know she will call me when she comes off air, and for some unknown reason, I have butterflies. Sure, we have video called each other, but the feed isn't usually too great. Distortion makes for an angry Arizona and a pissed Callie. This stream looks perfect right now, and I hope it stays that way.

The opening sound of the morning show blaring through my speakers, I smile to myself. The sound of her name sends shivers down my spine, and the best thing? She is all mine. Every single piece of her. Seeing her sitting behind a piano, I furrow my brow. She didn't tell me she is performing on the show. Unsure as to why she didn't drop that little piece of information into our conversation, I shrug it off and listen intently. Her fingers running over the black and white keys below, I can't help but wish I was there with her. I want to be there with her. I've promised myself that I would get out to her at some point, but it isn't going to be as easy as it usually is. I'm editor of the magazine now, and unfortunately, that calls for more of time at the office. Callie understands that I have work commitments, but it doesn't make any of this any easier. The camera focusing in on my beautiful wife, I smile at the screen in front of me and take a breath.

You are the one girl

And you know that it's true

I'm feeling younger

Every time that I'm alone with you

We were sitting in a parked car

Stealing kisses in the front yard

We got questions we should not ask but

How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?

It's just something that I want to do

I'll be taking my time, spending my life

Falling deeper in love with you

So tell me that you love me too

"You know how much I love you, Calliope." Speaking through the screen and somehow hoping that she can hear me, I feel the tears forming in my eyes. She has the most amazing way with words, and right now, I want to wrap my arms around her and never let her go. You should never have told her to go back on tour. I know I made a mistake in insisting that she continue with her music, but she has her own life and her own job. I cannot and I would not expect her to leave it all behind. She has an amazing talent, and she should share it with the world.

In the summer, as the lilacs bloom

Love flows deeper than the river

Every moment that I spend with you

We were sat upon our best friend's roof

I had both of my arms round you

Watching the sunrise replace the moon

How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?

It's just something that I want to do

I'll be taking my time, spending my life

Falling deeper in love with you

So tell me that you love me too

Her song coming to an end, I release a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Her words, her voice, and that gorgeous smile…they do something to me. Something that I cannot explain. Words fail me where my wife is concerned. The sound of her voice breaking me from my thoughts as she is introduced to the panel, my head snaps up and I swear she is staring back at me.

"It's great to have you here, Callie."

"It's great to be here." My wife smiles, but I can see straight away that it's not quite her full smile.

"How has France been so far for you? Have the people been welcoming?"

"They have." She smiles. "It's been awesome."

"So, you have a longer tour this time around? I know you are only a week into it, but how are you finding it?"

"Honestly?" Callie looks into the camera and shrugs. "I'm finding it hard. Being away from home is a little…Um, it's just harder than I thought it would be." A sad smile forms on her mouth. She's killing me right now. I can see the hurt in her eyes. I can see how she doesn't want to be there, being interviewed. I can see that she wants to be at home.

"Surely you aren't missing the Seattle weather?" The host laughs and I can see my wife shift uncomfortably in her seat.

"I do miss the weather back home. Not Miami, but my home with my wife. I'd take the Seattle weather any day if it meant I was at home and settled."

"Ah, your wife." The host smiles and gives a nod of the head. "How is she doing? You've both had a pretty tough time, right?"

"Yes." Clearing her throat she nods. "We have. She has. We came out of it, though."

"How is married life?"

"Better than I ever could have imagined. Although, I've not had much time to enjoy it so far. Everything happened so quick when we returned from our honeymoon. We've barely spent any time together."

"Will she be joining you at any point during your tour? It's a long time to be away from home."

"It is." Callie gives a nod in agreement. "I hope at some point she can join me, but she has a very important job to do back at home."

God, I wish I were with you. Sighing, I lean back in my seat and wrap my arms around myself. I need her arms. I need her presence. It's been a week and already I feel like I don't belong in my own home. I zone out and don't hear the rest of my wife's interview. Her voice I can here, but her words? Not so much.

Minutes pass and I'm startled from my thoughts by the buzzing of my cell on the kitchen island. Smiling to myself, I know exactly who it is going to be. Lifting it from the surface in front of me, I see the one name I miss flashing on the screen. "Hi, beautiful." I smile into the receiver and my heart skips a beat when Callie gives me an adorable sigh.

"Hey, you."

"All good?" I ask. I know she is far from good, but I don't want her to think that I'm not coping here. I'm not, and honestly, I'm barely hanging on, but what good would it do for her to know this?

"Yeah, I guess." She states. "Did you catch the show?"

"I did. Awesome as always. New song?"

"Yeah. It was for you." I can feel her smiling back at me, and right now I feel like a teenager. "Did um, did you like it?"

"Calliope, I loved it." Releasing a yawn, I try to hold it back but she hears me.

"You sleeping okay, baby?"

"Mm, could be a little better but yeah, I'm sleeping." That's a lie. One I hope she won't see through. I've barely slept since she left. Instead, I spend my nights gazing out onto the amazing view we have. Sure, it's awesome, but I really need some sleep. "Almost midnight here."

"Go to bed, Arizona." It's more of a demand than a suggestion, but I don't like it either way.

"I'm okay."

"No, you need to sleep." She states, and I roll my eyes. "And don't roll those beautiful blue eyes at me."

"Wha-" I try to argue but it's no use. "I, uh, I didn't."

"Arizona, I know you better than you know yourself. Are you done for the night? Work and anything else that needs taking care of?"

"Yeah, why?" I quiz.

"Lock up, right now." She demands once again and I'm not going to lie, I like demanding Callie.

"Ugh!" I groan as I remove myself from the spot I've been holed up in for the past hour. "Now what do you want me to do?"

"Get into bed. I'll stay on the line until you fall asleep."

"What? No. Callie, that is ridiculous. You have things to b-"

"Arizona!"

"Fine." Checking the locks and the security, I flick off the lights in the main room and head off down the hallway. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, baby." She lowers her tone and I know she is upset. "Can I just come home? I'll refund everyone."

"No, you can't just come home." I laugh as I climb into bed and snuggle down. Her voice is soothing, and I'm beginning to think that she may have to do this every night if I have any hope of sleeping for the next few months. "Besides, Miranda has me working like a dog."

"Uh, I thought you were the editor?" She scoffs.

"I am, but when Miranda wants something doing, you do it. No point arguing with her. You know how she is."

"Yeah." Callie laughs and it melts my heart. "Yeah, I do know how she is. Do I need to pay her off so she will leave you alone?"

"Oh, yes please." Another yawn falling from my mouth, I close my eyes. "Pay her off and come save me."

"I'd love to."

"I'm so freaking tired." My voice becoming heavy with sleep, Callie shushes me and I smile.

"Go to sleep, Arizona."

"I love you, Callie."

"I love you, too."

This morning, I woke to the sound of my cell blaring out around our bedroom. Once I'd realized that I'd fallen asleep whilst I was on the phone with Callie, I felt bad. I hate that, but it was just what I needed. Her voice…soothing me. Sending me off to sleep. Making me feel protected even if she is thousands of miles away. I love that about her. How she calms me. Makes me feel safe. Like nothing and no one in the world can touch me. I just…I needed to hear her voice before I closed my eyes. Rushing into the office and preparing myself for another day of paperwork, prints, and a very irate Miranda Bailey, my head pounds, and my heart is heavy. Hearing my wife so sad on the phone last night has played on my mind all morning and knowing there is nothing I can do about it only makes it all so much worse.

Stepping off the elevator, I find Miranda standing at my office door with a look of complete annoyance on her face. "Um…good morning?" I chance.

"Mm, would be if you kept your promises." She shrugs.

"Excuse me?" Furrowing my brow, I stare at her, blankly.

"You said you would be here by 8 am." She scoffs. "It's now 8:04."

"Oh, calm down Miranda." I laugh and sidestep her. "I'm four minutes late."

"Mmmhmm." She purses her lips and steps into my office. "I have an idea."

"Oh, really?" I feign shock. "Like you aren't already full of those? Usually, ones that give me a headache." I smile as I take a seat behind my desk.

"Well if you don't want to hear it, that's just fine." She shrugs. "I mean, it's not really an idea… it's pretty much set in stone, but I figured I should tell you about it since you will be heading it."

"Oh god! What now?" I roll my eyes and scoff. "Like I don't have enough freaking work to be getting on with."

"Leave whatever you are doing. I'll take care of it." The shorter woman states as she rounds my desk. "Anyway, you have been working pretty hard lately and it looks as though you have everything pretty up to date here."

"So?"

"So what?" She scoffs.

"So, what is this idea you have?" I shrug and turn in my seat.

Taking a seat near to the window, Miranda clears her throat and squares her shoulders. "The magazine needs an overhaul."

"O…kay." I frown. "Um, is my work not good enough? I know I didn't get this job for the sake of it, Bailey."

"No, Arizona. Some of the best issues have been from you. I just, I think we need to expand. I'm not saying that we should move away from the architecture completely." She shakes her head and places her hands in her lap. "I'm saying that we should broaden our focus."

"On?"

"Artists" She shrugs and gazes out of the window.

"So, like the people who provide us with the beautiful architecture we photograph and pick apart? Or are you talking like…Picasso?"

"No. Neither." She shakes her head and I'm now at a loss as to where this conversation is going.

"What kind of artists then?" My concentration on this conversation lessening because of this woman's inability to give me anything but short answers, I raise my eyebrow. I have enough to be tackling without Miranda adding to our schedules.

"Like…um….musical artists?"

"Sure. Sounds great." I shrug. Turning my attention to the computer screen in front of me, I power it up and sigh. "I bet Alex would love to love to shoot an orchestra."

"Orchestra? Oh no, Robbins. Not that kind of musician. Superstars. Record breakers."

"Awesome. He would love that too. I'm sure he will try to bed a tonne of them along the way." Laughing, I hit the email tab and check for anything from Callie. "Maybe you should put something in his contract that informs him that he isn't allowed to sleep with the clients."

"Uh, unless you want him getting his filthy paws on your wife, I suggest you turn off that screen and listen to what I have to say."

The mention of my wife turns my attention back to the woman sitting in the chair across the room from me. "Um…my wife? You've lost me, Bailey."

"Yes, Robbins. Your wife. I want to do a piece on her. Not just her, but she would be our first edition."

"A piece on her? You do realize that she is in Europe right now? You know that she is kinda busy?" I laugh and shake my head. "You're going to struggle to get anything from her until she's back. I mean, if you want to wait…I'm sure she would love to help you out."

"Why would I want to shoot her when she is sitting at home doing nothing? That doesn't give me an insight into her life. Her personal life, yes. Not her professional." She's right, it doesn't. I'm also pretty sure that Miranda doesn't want images of us in bed, and that is all she is likely to get once Callie returns home. We will have a lot of catching up to do after all.

"Well, then I'm not sure how I can help you. She is working on new material so maybe once she comes home, she would allow you to be in the studio with her." I shrug, genuinely lost as to what she wants me to do about her idea.

"Did I, or did I not tell you that I want you to head this project?" She stands and pulls an envelope from her pocket. Raising an eyebrow, she waits for me to catch up.

"Um, yeah…but I've just told you that I can't help you. Callie won't be home for a few months yet."

"Well, then you'd better get your ass home and pack. Your flight leaves for France tonight." She hands me the envelope and I open it to find one-way tickets to Paris. Stamped with today's date.

"Uh…I don't understand." My heart pounding in my chest, am I actually going to see Calliope tomorrow? Surely this is a joke?

"What is there to understand?" She laughs and heads to the door. "You are leaving tonight and you will be in France ten hours later."

"B-But why?"

"Because you may be an awesome editor, Arizona, but I prefer you behind the camera. No one captures their subject quite like you do. Now, go home, pack your crap, and I don't want to see you back here for what? Three months or so?"

"Uh-"

"You are to follow Callie around. I want her life in pictures. Whether she is backstage, eating dinner, or waking up from a power nap. I just want the pictures. This edition isn't going to go out anytime soon anyway. There are things I need to do, and plan before I even think about releasing an edition based on musicians. You know that. Get me the images, and I'll do the rest."

"B-But three months…seriously?"

"Yes, I want her whole tour."

"God, this is…uh, I wasn't expecting this. Does Callie know I'm coming?" I ask as I power off my screen and stand. My excitement building. Fuck, I'm going to see her.

"Of course. We worked this out together. She loved the idea." Mm, I bet she did. "She doesn't know that you will be arriving so soon, though. She thinks you are headed out a month into her tour."

"Okay." I nod and release a deep breath. "Thank you."

"For what?" She scoffs. "You're just doing your job."

"For allowing me to be the one to go and do this." Stepping closer to the smaller woman, I wrap my arms around her. "Means a lot."

"I don't know what you are talking about. You are going to photograph the world famous Callie Torres. Whatever else happens in Europe is your own damn business." Shrugging me off of her, Miranda leaves my office and strolls down the hallway. "Oh, and you might want to pack a mixture of clothing. God knows what the weather will be like."

Holy crap…did that just happen? Have I just been given the opportunity to spend the entire tour with my wife? My wife, who I hadn't planned on seeing for at least another month or so? Shaking myself from my thoughts, I try to lessen the smile appearing on my face and close my office door.

My Calliope…

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