Title: Aftermath

Author: Danielle

Summary: post 7:18, post accident

Disclaimer: only the story is mine the characters belong to Shonda and ABC.

Just have to say that all of these writers that pop out story after story have my admiration and respect, it's definitely harder than it seems.

Thank you all for the story alerts it makes me feel inspired to write more and hopefully the continuation of the story is to your liking.

I'm going to attempt writing from the first person perspective so hopefully that goes okay, if not let me know.

Arizona's POV

It's been four days since the accident and two days since Callie woke up and it seems much like a dream. It seems so surreal to think that less than a week ago we were celebrating at the baby shower and now I am lying in a dark hospital room on a cot next to the bed where my fiancé is lying connected to so many tubes and wires. Callie has always been a strong individual and now she seems even stronger than before. I don't know what I would have done waking up after surgery and finding out that my baby had been delivered and was lying in an incubator fighting for her life.

Morning came and once again my Callie woke up to the sound of her own heart beat and looked down at me. "You know you can sleep at home."

"Callie I am not leaving you."

"Arizona its right across the street and you and I both know that your cell phone is never far from your side and I could call you if I need anything."

I must have looked at her like she was crazy because she responded with, "I am doing better now, I am and you not getting sleep and spending your day between me and the baby is going to drain on you and then what good would you be to either of us?"

"You just woke up two days ago Callie, you were in a horrific accident two days before that and I am not going anywhere until,"

"Until what?" she questions.

"Until I think that you aren't going to die on me." I almost shout at her.

That silenced her, and put a weird look on her face. "I am not going anywhere."

"You can't know that" with a tear running down my cheek.

"Yes I can because you and I we are engaged, we're going to get married as soon as I get out of here and we are going to have our happily ever after. You, me and our daughter."

At this point I stand from my place sitting on the cot and sit next to Callie on her bed careful not to touch any of the wires and tubes that are connected to her. I reach my hand over and stroke her cheek careful of the now healing scratches that still remain on her face. "I'd like that, our happily ever after."

Callie's POV

Mark walked in and ruined our moment exclaiming something about the baby waving her hand at him. I could tell that Arizona was pissed and all I wanted to do was take the wind out of his sails so he would leave so I told him like it was, "Involuntary muscle movement Mark, she can't wave yet."

I know I shouldn't have said it but what Arizona said in the car before the accident was right, Mark gets most of me. Unfortunately most of me also included most of my time too. I guess I didn't realize it before the accident but something about being so close to death giving you a totally new perspective on life. I just wanted him to leave but first I had something to say to both of them.

"We need to name the baby. She is four days old and nameless."

"Cal, we didn't even discuss names yet." Mark stated.

"No we didn't but we can now." He didn't need to know that when Arizona and I would have dinner together after work we would talk names both boy and girl. There was one that she had her heart set on if it was a girl and I liked it too, let's just hope Mark agrees to it. "How about Sofia?"

"Sofia?"

"Yeah, Sofia." Arizona looked surprised as she sat next to me, I had never said either way to her if I even liked the name Sofia. But this is her baby too and she needs to be a part of this so if it means the baby gets Arizona's favorite girl name then that's what we'll do.

"Sofia, I like it. Sofia Sloan sounds great to me."

Ooh, not a good sign. There is no way in hell that I am making my daughter's last name Sloan. But there is no nice way to say it.

"I was actually thinking Sofia Robbin Sloan Torres, that way we are all a part of her."

I looked over at Arizona and saw the tears running down her face and I could tell that Mark wanted his last name as hers but was restraining himself from saying anything.

"Okay," he stated, "are we talking hyphenated here?"

"No I was thinking that Robbin and Sloan be her middle names and for her to have Torres as her last name."

I could tell that he did not like this idea but wasn't going to press it, I think that he was thinking back to our prior conversation of him pretty much being a sperm donor and remembering it was up to me how much a part of her life he would have.

I noticed him look over at Arizona and look questionably at her. "I'm okay with the name I guess. Are you okay Robbins?" Look at that he does have a heart. Arizona just nods as the tears continue to stream from her eyes down her face. "Well I guess I'll get back to the NICU and let them know baby Torres is now Sofia Robbin Sloan Torres."

He emphasized the Sloan in her name but I decided to let that go for now as I was more concerned about my fiancé's reaction to the name.

Then thankfully he left. So I looked at Arizona, grabbing her chin with my working hand and brought her eyes to meet mine. "Are you okay with her name honey?"

She started to cry harder and sobbed out "So So Sofia? Sofia Robbin?"

"Yes Sofia Robbin." I stated to her.

She leaned over to me and hugged me hard but not hard enough to hurt me.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you I love you."

"I love you too."

So now down the hall was Sofia Robbin Sloan Torres all one pound one ounce of her with her 'beautiful hair' and her strength.