Chapter 4

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I've been trying to keep the chapters longer to make up for my writing less often. Do you guys like them long or should I space them out more?

I'll be a little busier for a while, cause I'm working on registering for the spring, and moving away from my roommate. In a way, part of this chapter is for her, cause without her, the Becky story wouldn't exist.

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Arizona POV

The time since my first visit had flown by. Cristina and Owen had gotten married, and Calliope and I worked on what was to become our apartment. Things were turning around and I was thrilled. My personal life was not the only thing to be happy about.

I had a fantastic week at work, despite coming back from such a horrific incident. I hated seeing my friends and coworkers so torn up over the event that had been no one's fault but the crazed gunman. Whatever they needed from me, I would be happy to oblige, especially if it meant everything would get back to the way it was. I still had hope in me that not all was lost.

One of my first patients since coming back was an adorable six-year-old girl named Felicity. She had been having sore throats too often, so it was up to me to take out her tonsils. I was happy that the surgery was an easy one, and that the patient wasn't dying. It was one of the few perks of being a PED's surgeon; helping a sick kid and knowing that they would go on to live an incredible life.

Felicity had struck a nerve with me the moment we had met. I introduced myself to Mr. and Mrs. Morales and was leaning down to introduce myself to my little patient, when I was taken aback. Felicity had wavy, dark hair and gorgeous, tan skin. When she and I locked eyes, brilliant blue met brilliant blue.

"Hi there, Felicity, I'm Dr. Robbins, I'm very happy to meet you."

The child grinned and deep dimples appeared, just as mine had moments before. I then explained the procedure to parents and child.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

"Will it hurt?" the little girl asked.

"Well," I started, "you'll be a little sore, but not much worse than you are now. When it's all done, you'll feel a whole lot better, and you can have as much ice cream as you want!"

"As much as I want?" the excited girl asked.

"Absolutely," I responded with a dimpled grin.

"This is going to be the best day ever!"

I laughed and said goodbye. As soon as I'd left the room, I let my mind take over. The shocked thoughts overtook the doctor thoughts, and I smiled at the irony. I couldn't quite see it before. I know I had agreed to the possibility of having children someday, but I didn't really see it. That was until I met Felicity. I had never seen a child with traits so similar to both Calliope's and mine before.

As I walked down the hallway, it all became a little clearer. I saw our big house, white picket fence around a huge yard. I could see a little girl with her dark hair in braided pigtails. I watched as she played on the swings, dirt covering her overalls. I could hear her laughing and smiling, dimples and blue, blue eyes, complementing her beautiful, olive features, as she urged her mother to push her higher. I could see Calliope doing just as she was told. And I stood there with the happiest smile plastered on my face, feeling happier than I had ever remembered feeling. She jumped off the swing when it was at the highest peak, making Calliope's face full of worry. Landing gracefully, she got up and ran to me, as I bent down with outstretched arms. I lifted her and we spun around, as if it had happened multiple times before. We both laughed as Calliope neared us so that she could be close, once again. It felt incredible. Calliope wrapped her arms around the pair of us as I heard,

"Arizona?"

"Hmm?" I had been drawn out of my daydream.

"Why are you standing in the middle of the hallway with a dreamy look on your face?" she asked while an amused half-smile began to form.

"I was just thinking," I said.

"About me?" she asked, laughing.

"Always," I said, as we walked together to the end of the hall.

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"Hello, Andrew," I said as I sat.

"Hello, Arizona," he countered, "how has your week been?"

I told him all about my week and the surprising ease at which I returned to normal.

"And this patient…?" he asked, waiting for me to continue.

"She made me see something in myself that I don't think I was able to see before. I saw my future with Calliope. Before, I could see us in a big house with a white picket fence, dogs, and chickens, like I planned. I couldn't visualize the kids that I promised Calliope. I finally saw her. I couldn't believe how happy I was to see her."

"Her?"

"My daughter. Mine and Calliope's daughter."

He smiled and asked, "How does this make you feel?"

"I'm not sure. I was so happy. When I thought about the three of us, I was so happy. I never knew the idea could make me feel that way. I never knew you could fall in love with an idea."

"Have you told Calliope about her?"

"No," I guiltily responded, "I don't even know what I would say."

"Do you want to tell me about her?" he offered.

"She was beautiful. She was so beautiful. She looked just like Calliope, but with dimples and my father's eyes. She was playful and messy, just like me as a little kid. I could tell she was naughty and adventurous, like a little Calliope. I saw her and I knew. I knew that I wanted for her to be mine. I want that perfect little package of Calliope's and my best traits. I haven't ever felt this way before."

"Do you think this is all because you are in the process of moving in with Calliope?"

"I don't know. I think that finally, there's someone I would never mind seeing two of every day."

"Have you ever lived with anyone before?"

"Oh, God, no! Not since my first semester at college. Her name was Becky. She seemed nice and I didn't think she would be hard to live with at all. The first couple of weeks went all right, until she started to show her true colors. She would stay up all night, insisting that she needed all the lights on because she was busy doing homework. She said I didn't understand because her major was so much harder than mine. She was a Computer Science major and I was studying to be a doctor, I got it just fine. The only reason she was doing homework so late was because she spent all day, literally, all day watching television and playing video games. She wouldn't get up to go to class, though she always set her alarm to ring before I had to get up. Then, she'd let it ring, always pressing the snooze button, with no intention of ever getting up. When she wasn't keeping me from sleeping enough, she was disgusting me with her smelly food and bad personal hygiene. She showered once every few weeks and she left her dirty clothes all over the room. She also expelled gas, from both ends, with more force and vigor and manliness than I had ever experienced in my life. I grew up with a father and brothers, so that was a lot. My only happiness came on Friday night, when she would go home until Sunday night. As soon as her parents drove away, the rest of the floor opened their doors and we all hung out and had fun. I loved when she left because I could do whatever I wanted to. I couldn't do that when she was around. She didn't want me to put up my Cindy Crawford poster, she hated gay people, and she badmouthed the military constantly. My life with her was torture. I made it to the beginning of October before I asked to switch rooms, and that spring, I got a single and lived alone ever since."

"Sounds like you had quite the college experience," he said as he laughed.

"Oh yeah. I love people, but I hate the idea of sharing my space with anyone else. Calliope is the only person in the world that I don't feel limited living with. Maybe I feel like we're one person. All I know is, I can't sleep or eat or smile or love my life as much as I do when I'm with her. Had I a Calliope instead of Becky, I would have had an overall different sort of college story to share."

"Is that what you see?" he asked.

"What I see?"

"When you think about your future."

"I see myself," I said, "and Calliope," I smiled, "sitting on a couch, in our home's huge living room, holding each other and listening to the fire crackling. Just as we're about to have the perfect moment, squeals and shrieks and running children fly past us, followed by two big dogs, and..."

"And?"

"And Calliope tells the dogs to sit and be calm as the kids run around again, and we both manage to scoop one up. Then the four or five, I'm not even sure anymore how many of us there will be, of us sit there in the quiet until one of the little ones speaks, and Calliope sweetly answers in her best motherly way. Then the room goes back to quiet, all except for the fire, and our kids sleepily lay in our arms. Then we look at each other and at all of the things we are lucky enough to have, and we have our new perfect moment."