After Arizona closed the door behind her, Callie crept slowly back to hers. She leaned up against the door as she shut it quietly, closing her eyes and exhaling loudly. Hoping that if she kept them shut for a couple seconds longer Arizona would appear on the bed just as it used to be… Callie would come out of the bathroom with a freshly washed face and teeth with tired eyes and a messy bun, while Arizona sat up in the bed reading some medical journal that Dr. Herman advised her to memorize before the next day. As Callie walked by, the blonde would rake her eyes up and down the Latina's caramel body and gently bite down on her bottom lip. Except Callie wouldn't notice because she would be too busy counting down the seconds till her head hit the pillow. Every night this would happen. It was their routine they had developed even way before they were married and had a child. But when Callie opened them, she wasn't sitting on the bed with her medical journal and no makeup, with just a tank top and boy shorts. How she missed those boy shorts. Shaking her head and running her fingers through tangled hair, she began her new routine. One without Arizona in it..
After hearing Callie's bedroom door shut, she fell down to the floor in a heap and began crying. She wanted nothing more than to let herself go with Calliope, like it used to be, but her mind wouldn't let her. When Callie finally told her to stay it was like the world stopped turning, and nobody else mattered but the two of them. How badly she wanted to taste Callie's lips again, explore her entire body, to worship her wife like she deserved. Something was stopping her, and she couldn't figure out why. The tears wouldn't stop streaming down her flushed cheeks, and now she was beginning to gasp for air in between sobs. Arizona was crying more now, being confused, than she did when Callie left her. She was hurt that Callie left, but she understood why. Arizona did terrible things to her, and still let her come back. Deep down she knew that moment was coming, but the love she had for Callie was so much stronger than the fear of losing her wife. Maybe Callie was just lonely and wanted to use Arizona because she knew she could? Or maybe Callie really did want her back and all of this was the brunette's way of trying to forgive and forget. It wasn't that easy for Arizona to forget though. She already forgave Callie for leaving, she hadn't told her yet but she did. Maybe that was it, she needed to be one hundred percent honest with Callie in order to know that the brunette was still on the same page as she was an hour ago.
Their relationship had become built on lies and secrets. Coming from both sides of the playing field. They were both at fault. Maybe that's all she needed from her love, was honesty and reassurance that they wouldn't go through all this again. If it weren't for Sofia keeping them linked together day by day, they probably would be divorced by now. That's what scared Arizona the most. That she wasn't enough for Callie. In the beginning the Latina was willing to give up her entire family for her, then slowly she started losing her grip on Callie. When she wanted a baby, Arizona gave up their life together so Callie could have that. When she came back from Africa, only to find out that Callie was pregnant by the man she despised most, she stayed and claimed her daughter. Calliope almost didn't marry Arizona because a few things weren't turning out the way she had hoped. And when Arizona got pregnant and lost the baby, Callie almost left because she figured the blonde didn't want kids anymore. Even the slightest hesitation made Callie take two steps back, making Arizona feel like she wasn't enough. It was her fault too. She cheated, and treated her wife like garbage for months because she blamed her for losing her leg. She left for Africa, leaving Callie behind. But out of all the bad times they had, the good ones outweighed them completely. It was all worth it in the end.
Finally pulling herself together, the blonde made her way to the bed and sat on the edge. She always hated this bed, it was too hard, and there was a reason it was in the guest bedroom and not in theirs. Their room. The room they "practiced" for days trying to make a baby. The room they cried in each other's arms at night when they had a terrible day. The room where they would have their pizza and beer date nights, because they couldn't find a sitter for Sofia. She missed the softness of the sheets, the smell of the pillows, the way the bed creaked when you moved a certain way. But what she missed most was the warmth that radiated off her Latina when they cuddled together. How an arm would be thrown over a waist so naturally in the middle of the night. Waking up with hair sprawled everywhere, and shirts pulled up. Opening their eyes only to be met with sleepy but sparkling ones right back. Wrestling because one would want a kiss and the other didn't because of morning breath. Arizona's heart sank when she thought about the conversation in the hall, 'She said Our Room'.
Throwing her head back onto her shoulders, she began to laugh. 'I'm in my own home, sleeping in the guest bedroom, with a woman who wanted me to stay the night with her.' She said to herself. She brought her hands up to her face and rubbed the tiredness away. Her eyes were still puffy, and her chest still hurt from all the gasping. Bringing her hand down to her chest she played with the gold heart shaped necklace. Making her wonder if Callie still had her silver one. Glancing at the door, she contemplated on going to see if Callie was still awake. 'And what if she was, what are going to do?' the blonde thought. Looking at the door again, Arizona made the decision to do it anyways.
All the lights were off, but the door was cracked. Callie must have opened it to make sure she could hear Sofia. Quietly and smoothly opening the door, Arizona peaked in making sure she didn't disturb her beauty. Thankfully, she could hear faint snores, and continued to walk in. Callie looked so stunning while she slept, the blonde would gladly never sleep again if it meant watching Calliope for the rest of her life. The blonde almost began crying again because Callie did the same thing she always did when she tried to go to sleep. The Latina had taken Arizona's pillows and lined them up behind her, pretending to act as her wife.
As quietly and she possibly could she began taking her clothes off, leaving her only in a black silk bra, and matching panties. The hard part would be taking off her leg, plastic sockets and Velcro weren't exactly always the quietest. Managing to somehow not disturb the goddess next to her, she slid underneath the covers and scooted as close to Callie as possible without barely touching her. But the movement in the bed woke the Latina up, but not enough for her to realize who it was or what she was doing. And just like that Calliope turned over and laid a strong arm across Arizona's toned stomach, pulling the blonde close and settling her tired head on her wife's smooth chest. Lightly caressing Callie's raven black hair, she placed a feather light kiss on her wife's forehead and whispered, "I'm home baby.."
Sorry I didn't post around my regular time, today was a busy day. I know that this chapter seemed like I was bashing on Callie, but it needed to be said. I don't like how everyone hates on Arizona all the time for the things she did, but won't look at the things Callie did. I love them both dearly but this chapter needed it. Comment your opinions! Everything will start to fall into place VERY soon I promise(: