A/N: These versions of our favorite characters have serious potty-mouth issues. Plus, Arizona's kind of conflicted this chapter.

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Chapter FOUR

As soon as they got home, Arizona stalked into their bedroom. Tension radiated from her shoulders, and Callie sighed. She placed the call to order food, and then opened a bottle of wine, letting it breathe on the counter as she followed her girlfriend.

Arizona had rid herself of her prosthetic and sat on the bed rubbing her residual limb when Callie entered the room. She hung her head for a moment, and then met her girlfriend's eyes. "You want to adopt that baby, don't you?" she questioned, voice shaking. Callie could only nod. She did. Something about that little girl tugged at her heart like nothing else. And what was more, she knew Arizona felt the same. Could tell it by the look on her face when she caught sight of Callie holding the baby. "And what exactly can we offer a baby, Calliope? Anything happens to us, there's nowhere for her to go to, and god knows our business isn't exactly safe." She grabbed her wheelchair and maneuvered herself into it. Pushing herself into the living room, she pointed to the coffee table. It was covered with disassembled handguns that Callie was in the middle of cleaning. "Is this the life you want to bring a baby into? A beautiful, sweet, helpless baby?"

Callie shook her head, "You're forgetting something. Yeah, our lives are dangerous. Things can suck. But kids need love, and time, and support. You think anyone could do better than us?"

Arizona closed her eyes, "No, I don't. But, Calliope, you couldn't even get into my hospital room when this," she gestured to her missing leg, "happened. Some bigot in bum-fuck Idaho decided you didn't count as my family and I had to raise holy hell once I woke up to get you by my side – a place that should have been yours by right. And we might not have been domestic partners, or wives, even here, but you and I carried every piece of paper that said you were my next of kin and power of attorney, and they still disregarded that in favor of the assholes who spawned me." She met Callie's eyes, rage still underneath everything when thinking about that time in their lives, "And you think it's gonna be easier with a kid? I like that little girl. I could love her so so easily. Maybe I already do. But how much can we protect her from that kind of hate?"

Callie settled into a chair facing her girlfriend, "We can't. But let me tell you something, sweetheart, that kind of hate? Irrational, unyielding, cruel hate based on something no one can control? She's gonna face it already just because of the color of her skin. I know I have. Her mother probably faced it every day scrubbing toilets for slave wages in some suburban Desperate Housewives hell when she came here searching for a better life. We can't do shit for that woman except avenge her death and take care of her baby."

Hanging her head, Arizona breathed deeply. "I know. And I know full well you probably got her a full funeral Mass from O'Malley."

Her girlfriend laughed, "Yeah, I did. What's the point of our boss basically funding an entire parish if you can't get a quiet burial out of it once in awhile? George owes me, and he knows it. He'd do a funeral Mass for Adolf Hitler if I told him to."

Arizona laughed. It was true. Callie's ex boyfriend turned parish priest did owe her everything – from presiding over his own parish to still having his kneecaps after he cheated on her. Sobering, she asked softly, "And how many Masses are going to be said for Teresa and the other baby's mother?"

Callie stared at her hands, "One a week for the next year. Even if it wasn't their faith, and who knows what was, really, they still should have someone praying for them."

"So the congregation of St Dismas will," Arizona confirmed softly. "I will."

With a watery smile of gratitude, Callie started, "Look, we have each other, and we could have a beautiful baby. We've got some money saved up. You don't want to parent a child here, with our jobs? Fine. We can go to Chicago, or New York. We can build a house or start a business. You could do people's taxes and I could teach rock-climbing at a gym. Whatever you want. You know Meredith would understand."

"She would," Arizona nodded, "but this is our home, Calliope." She took a deep breath, "Our friends, our family because really, neither of us have anyone else. We could strike out on our own, sure. But why leave when we have everyone we love here?"

"Because those kids we talked about years ago? I think I want them," Callie murmured, refusing to meet her girlfriend's eyes. "And maybe you're right, that this isn't a home for a child," she waved her hand, gesturing at the dark concrete walls and weapons lying around.

Arizona paused, searching her heart and mind. "A home for a child is one that has love in it. And a bed, and some toys and books and good food. We can paint the walls, take a trip to Babies R Us, get you an even better gun safe. We could move somewhere else, somewhere that isn't a single floor above a bar." She laughed softly to herself – when they'd first moved in together, they'd been on the fifth floor, but after the car accident that took her leg, they'd moved down to a more accessible level for her, one that didn't involve needing the oft-broken elevator. "I held both of those babies today, Calliope. And I wanted to bring her home too. Just her."

"We'd talked about adoption," Callie breathed, hope starting to fill her heart. They had dismissed having Callie carry a child due to her work, and Arizona had had an emergency hysterectomy as a result of the car crash.

"We did. And this… this isn't a traditional adoption. By any means. Maybe Teresa intended to raise her, or maybe she would have given that girl up for whatever reason. We don't know. But she's not here, so we have to do what is best for that baby. Best for us."

"The baby you have is the baby you were destined to have. It was meant to be. That's what all the adoption people say, anyway," Callie mused, recalling something from their research into the process.

"Well that's just a shit implication for the kids in foster care, isn't it," Arizona muttered. "But yes. Things could have been so worse for that little girl. Addie says she's in pretty much perfect health, and was probably only a little early."

A wide grin was Callie's first response. "Are we gonna have a baby?"

Arizona smiled back, dimples popping, "We're having a baby." She took stock of the room around them. "Though, first order of business, you put those guns back together. And then lock them up. There's gonna be a baby here tomorrow night, and no weapons allowed on the coffee table any more." The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their dinner. Arizona rolled over to the door, grabbing her purse on the way. "So get to it, mami!"

Laughing, Callie started to reassemble her guns and lock them away, making room not only for the order of Chinese at the door, but for the baby in need of a new family.

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A/N2: Baby/mafia AU crackfic. Look at what I'm doing!