The week passed like any other, but Arizona lay every night in bed dreading for Saturday. She loved her daughter more than she could ever explain. Just because they didn't share the same blood, it didn't mean that she didn't love Sofia just as much Callie did. When the alarm woke her, she got up with a heavy feeling in her chest, like this whole thing with Sofia leaving was wrong.

"Are you okay?" Amelia asked her as she watched her put her prosthetic on. She'd seen her do it many times already that she'd gotten used to it.

"No. But I will be," she answered. "I will be." She smiled, but Amelia knew it was a sad smile. Her eyes couldn't hide anything.

She went to wake her child for one last time before she'd leave for months. She took a deep breath and entered her room quietly. She was sleeping so peacefully, so innocently like any other kid but this felt different, obviously. This was her daughter, not a child in the NICU. And it broke her heart to let her go, even if it was just for a matter of time, even if she knew she'll be safe and happy with Callie. Arizona felt her eyes tearing up again. She sat down on the bed next to her. Seeing she was waking up, she wiped way her tears and said in her soft, warming voice, "Good morning, Sof."

"Mama…" She cuddled up in her mother's arms. "I don't want to go."

"Oh, I don't want you to go either." She really didn't, but she knew Callie loved her daughter more than anything as well. "But Mommy loves you so much and misses you. You will have fun with her. Promise me you'll feel good?" Sofia nodded. "Okay, come on. Let's get dressed up."

After they were ready to go and Sofia said goodbye to her room, they jumped in the car and drove to the airport. Callie was already waiting for them. Seeing her, Sofia ran to her mother's arms and Arizona could see Callie's eyes tearing up as well. Except those were happy tears, unlike Arizona's.

"Hey, Callie," said Arizona walking over to her. "How was your flight?"

"Good. It's good to see you again. And Amelia, you too." Confused by the fact that she was there, she asked, "What's going on with Owen?"

"Not good. We got a divorce. It wasn't working."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't expect this," said Callie frowning.

"It's okay, I'm happy now," she said looking at Arizona who smiled in exchange.

"Really? That's good," Callie said. Then she widened her eyes. "Wait; you're together?"

"Yes," answered Arizona. "We are."

"Wow… That's great then, I'm really happy for you. For both of you."

"Flight 504 to New York boarding in 10 minutes," a loudspeaker announced.

"Right, that's our plane," said Callie. Sofia hugged Amelia first and she said her goodbyes. Then, she moved to her mother's arms.

"Sof, I love you so much," Arizona said, her voice shaking. "I'll miss you, but we'll talk and then we'll meet on Christmas, alright?" Her daughter nodded, who also started crying. Everyone was crying by that point. "But you'll be happy with Mommy." She let her go and Callie took her hand. After Sofia waved one last time, they turned around and walked away. Arizona burst into tears and buried her face in Amelia's neck as she couldn't watch her leave anymore. Even if they were in the middle of the airport, Amelia held her until she was ready to go. She didn't care about the people watching, or that they were standing in their ways. She cared about Arizona. So after Amelia drove them back home, she took care of her. Not that she needed to, but she wanted to make this as easy for Arizona as she could. Watching her kid leave was heartbreaking and Amelia knew that very well. She watched her own child leave, but leave and not be able to come back, ever again.

They sat down on the couch and Arizona stayed in Amelia's arms, not wanting to be anywhere else. It was comforting and so safe. So they just sat there, not saying anything. A silence that was exactly what Arizona needed.

Later that evening, Arizona's phone rang and Amelia checked who it was. Arizona was sleeping, so she didn't want to wake her. She picked up and talked quietly.

"Hi, Callie, it's Amelia. Arizona's sleeping," Amelia said quietly.

…

"Alright, I'll let her know," she said. "Is she okay?" she asked, referring to Sofia.

…

"Okay, thank you," she said, closing the phone.

Couple of minutes after the phone call Amelia dozed off too and Arizona woke up minutes later. She looked at Amelia and seeing her napping so calmly, she got up carefully, not to wake her. She covered her with a blanket and out of instinct she went towards Sofia's room. She made her bed, gathered some clothes that were on her chair, cleared the desk and left the room clean for when she was going to come back.

Sometimes this whole thing felt fairly strange for her. Looking back to when she wanted to have no children and now when Sofia was someone she loved to death. She has been through a lot and she has changed a lot in the past few years. But she was happy the way she was now and that mattered. Thinking of what made her happy, she glanced back at Amelia sleeping on the couch and she smiled widely. I love you, Amelia, she thought. For so much time she admired her from afar, knowing she can't tell her. She thought she'd never stand a chance. But now… now Amelia Shepherd was sleeping on her couch and she was in love with her. And all she wanted to do was tell her she loves her. She thought of just waking her up and telling her, but she didn't want to rush this. She was not going to screw this up.

She sat down on the couch and Amelia started to wake up. When she opened her blue eyes, she saw Arizona's super magic smile and she smiled back to her, getting up lazily.

"How are you?" asked Amelia, kissing her.

"I'm better. Thank you for being here," said Arizona.

"Well, you're gonna have to get used to me being here," she said, standing up to stretch.

"I think I can make that happen," Arizona replied, pulling her back next to her and kissing her harder. She pushed her on the couch maintaining the kiss and slipping her tongue to it. Arizona wanted more of Amelia, but something kept telling her 'not yet', so she continued to kiss her.

Amelia's phone interrupted them and growling, she went to pick it up. She finished quickly, while still smirking at Arizona.

"So I have to go check on a patient," she said, sitting back on the couch.

"Are you even on-call?"

"No, but Bailey requested it." Arizona nodded and kissed her briefly, saying, "Then you'll check on the patient and we'll have lunch afterwards."

"Perfect," Amelia grinned and went to change.

"You want me to fix this?" Amelia asked Bailey, looking at the scans.

"Yes," Miranda answered simply. "He's a 30 year old male, he's got his whole life ahead of him."

"Encouraging," Amelia said, not taking her eyes off the scans.

"Look, he went to several hospitals and all have told him he has two more months to live. I know you can give him his life back."

"Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful tumor, but deadly," Amelia said. "One wrong step and he's dead. Not even blind or deaf, or his memory gone. Dead."

"It's Herman all over again," said Arizona, looking through the patient's chart.

"That wasn't even this dangerous. And she still came out of the surgery blind."

"I know it seems impossible, but I know you can do it," said Bailey. "You're the Chief of Neuro," she added, walking out of the room slowly. "And remember; she might be blind, but you gave Nicole her life back." Bailey smiled and disappeared around the corner.

"She's defiantly cut out to be a Chief," Amelia said, looking back at the scans.

"So you'll do this?" Arizona asked her.

"It's a massive challenge," she said. "But I love challenges," she smiled at Arizona.

Amelia took a copy of his chart and his scans home, so that she can study them. With this new challenge and life on her shoulders, they left the hospital to have lunch and forget about their problems for how long life will let them.

It was Sunday morning when Amelia sat down at the kitchen counter looking at the 30 year-old patient's chart and labs and scans and all his history that was needed. She had written down several ways to extract the tumor without killing the man but all of them seemed to have a dead end. In moments like this she would've wanted her brother more than anything.

"Morning," said a sleepy Arizona, as she stepped out of the bedroom. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking. Trying to save him," she answered. "Want some coffee?"

"Yes, please. Since when have you been awake?"

"That doesn't matter. I can't find a way to get through with the surgery from one point to another. The tumor has taken over almost his entire frontal lobe. His head movements, speech, behavior, everything. His damn life! "said Amelia, handing Arizona a cup of coffee. Arizona remained quiet. She didn't know what to say. She was right. His life was in the game. Then again, every patient's life is in the game once they enter the OR and every surgeon's career. But that's what drew each of them towards it. The challenge; the game.

"I need Derek," Amelia said, sitting back down on the chair.

"Hey, you can do this. You saved Herman without Derek. You can do this," Arizona said, taking her hand.

"I'm really unsure of my plan, though."

Arizona's eyes widened. "So you have a plan?"

"Of course I do. But I'm not sure of it."

"It's good that you have one, it's a good start. Listen, tomorrow you can go over it with Bailey."

"I'm almost certain Bailey will not like it," Amelia told Arizona.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because it would involve keeping this man awake during the surgery."

Arizona started laughing and went on to make some breakfast, saying, "Yeah, I wish you good luck."

The next day, Arizona and Amy walked in the hospital, holding hands, smiling and talking. They spotted Owen waiting for an elevator. Arizona considered letting Amelia's hand go, but Amelia just held it tighter.

"Good morning," said Arizona smiling. Amelia said something similar and so did Owen. He stepped inside first and the couple stood in front of him, still holding hands.

"So I have to go talk to Bailey," Amelia said to Arizona, kissing her. It came as a surprise to Arizona, but she figured Amelia really didn't care anymore of what Owen thought. "See you later," she smiled at her partner and walked out of the elevator and soon as it reached the first floor. Arizona and Owen rode the elevator in silence. Owen was probably still sort of shocked after seeing the two women kiss, but Arizona didn't turn around to look at him. He got off on the next floor, saying, "Have a good day."

"You too," replied Arizona. That's nice of you, she thought.

She got through half of her day which consisted of mostly surgeries and rounds. At lunch she spotted Amelia in the cafeteria sitting next to Bailey, so she headed towards them.

"But then you might damage his hearing," Arizona heard Bailey say as she approached the table.

"Hey," she said to the doctors. "How's it going?"

"Well, Bailey rejected my plan," said Amelia.

"It's too dangerous," Bailey told her.

"Didn't you do this once?" she asked Amelia. "Didn't this hospital do this multiple times?" Arizona asked.

"We actually did," Amelia said.

"But the tumor was not this invasive," the Chief shot back. "It wasn't this dangerous. Figure out something else, Shepherd." She stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.

"Right," said the brunette. "Figure out something else. Like it's that easy," she added.

"I know it's not easy," Arizona said. "But I also know you're a great neurosurgeon. And you will find a way."

"Well, in that case, I should go work," said Amelia standing up.

"See you at home," Arizona said. "You got this." Amelia just smiled at her and left. Not long after she left, Meredith and Maggie sat down next to Arizona.

"Hey. What's up?" Maggie asked.

"Not much," she answered.

"What's wrong with Amelia?" asked Meredith.

"Bailey's asked her to save a patient with an impossible tumor."

"Herman style tumor?"

"Yes."

"So… Sofia left?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, Callie came after her on Saturday. You'll see her next for Christmas," Arizona said, taking a sip from her juice and finishing her meal.

"Oh," Meredith started. "Christmas… That's far away."

"It is. But she needs Callie too. It's all been very though and confusing for her. But she's a smart girl. She understands things so well."

"True," Maggie said.

In the evening after both Amelia and Arizona had arrived home, they talked and thought about the tumor and Amelia was ready to give up when she got a page from Bailey.

"He needs the surgery now," Amelia said with a voice and eyes that were screaming panic. "He's coding and he might be brain dead if we don't get in there now."

"Go!" Arizona yelled out.

"I don't have a plan," Amelia said, starting to freak out. "He can't be awake and I don't have a plan!"

"Get dressed, we're going to the hospital," Arizona demanded.

"Arizona!"

"Now!" Amelia listened to her and in 10 minutes they managed to arrive to the hospital.

"What happened?" Amelia barged in the patient's room.

"His heart stopped. The tumor is starting to take over his brain, you have to operate on him," Bailey said.

"I don't have a plan!" Amelia repeated for the hundredth time.

"Then just go in and get the damn tumor out!" Bailey said.

"Blindly?!" Amelia looked at the Chief of Surgery not knowing what to say.

"Blindly."

"If this goes wrong, it's on you."

Arizona went in the gallery to watch the surgery. Amelia scrubbed in and entered the OR. She opened his brain up and once she faced the tumor, Bokhee asked her what instrument she should hand her.

"Doctor?" Bokhee repeated. But Amelia didn't say anything. She stood and watched the tumor occupying more than half of his brain.