A/N: Shonda owns everything but Arizona's obsession with Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. This chapter contains mild sexuality. Like, mild. I suck at writing porn.

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Callie stared at the computer screen in front of her, one foot gently rocking the bouncer her daughter was cradled in as she typed. She hated employee evaluations.

Has a great right hook, and her use of blades is phenomenal was rewritten to Assertive, with a strong skill set for her position. Then she checked the boxes recommending April for a bonus and a raise. Her protégé was worth it, she was even in the middle of some online accounting courses to make her more versatile within the organization. Callie could appreciate a woman using her brains and her muscle, even if she and April had had a rough start as a team.

While she appreciated that Grey Enterprises LTD was the official employer of herself and her subordinates, since the company offered good benefits and a more standard W2 made filling out her taxes easier, she despised having to fill out publicly acceptable forms. Actually, she just despised forms in general, but she especially hated having to translate what she did into the gibberish that didn't make her sound like a thug. She was a thug, and she was okay with that. She was a thug with a brain, who was also a fairly decent person, she liked to think, a pretty damn good wife, and at least an acceptable mommy, if the adorable smile her daughter was giving her at the moment was any indication. They had recently passed the point where smiles equaled only gas, and made it to the land of smiles actually meant smiles.

Meeting Nadia's eyes, she grinned broadly as her daughter gurgled and waved her hands. With a laugh herself, she set aside the laptop and reached to pick her daughter out of the bouncer. Settling the little one into her arms, she started to quietly croon one of the songs her mother had sung to her as a child.

With a gentle click, she heard the front door unlock and open. "And momma's home!" Callie whispered. She felt the warmth of her wife behind her, blond hair coming into her vision from the side, Arizona draping herself over Callie's strong back.

"How are my beautiful girls today?"

"Better, now," Callie grinned as Arizona blushed lightly. "We were just having a bit of a sing-along."

"Without me?" Arizona asked, a pout on her face.

"Weeellll… yes." She shifted over on the couch, making a free spot, "But now munchkin can have both her moms for the sing-along."

Arizona shrugged out of her jacket and carefully flopped down onto the couch, sliding an arm around Callie's body and using her free hand to tickle the sole hidden by tiny footy pajamas. "And what were we singing?"

Callie cleared her throat softly, "Umm… whatever you want, babe." She shrugged, "I don't think your Spanish is good enough yet to sing what I was."

Arizona raised an eyebrow at her wife. "It will be, soon. I promised you Nadia would be bilingual, and it would help if both her moms spoke Spanish around her."

"And you're doing great! I promise!" Callie refused to think of the various rude/obscene/hilarious things her wife had accidentally said in the past while trying to speak Spanish. Breaking out into laughter at this point would be counterproductive.

Narrowed blue eyes met her innocent expression. "I'm not sure I believe you, Calliope, but I'm trying. I even ordered a Rosetta Stone!"

Privately, Callie thought that could only help, "That'll be good, babe." She curled her lips into a smirk, "I'm not sure I'm teaching you all the vocabulary you need to know, anyway." Leveling her gaze at her wife's outstanding breasts, Callie leered openly.

Flushing, Arizona licked her lips. "Behave," she scolded with a grin. "None of that right now." She met her wife's eyes steadily, "Though of course, she'll hear those words tonight, I think."

"Good thing she's too young to remember them," Callie pointed out.

With Nadia kicking lightly in Callie's arms, Arizona was free to lean over and tug Callie's earlobe with her teeth. Gently, of course. Just enough for a moan to work its way free of Callie's throat.

"Behave," came the guttural admonition. Apparently neither of them were going to actually follow through on the idea of behaving – not when such a wonderful, sexy woman was there to tempt them.

"I will," promised Arizona, standing up and steadying herself before offering a hand to her wife.

"Will is for the future. Are you behaving now?" Callie smirked, taking the proffered hand and levering herself out of her seat with Nadia cradled in her other arm.

"Possibly," was Arizona's impish reply, dimples making an appearance. Together, the pair made their way over to the kitchen, Callie grabbing a bottle out of the fridge to heat for Nadia while Arizona started to assemble dinner for the adults of the household.

Callie supervised Arizona's cooking carefully. Her memory of the stirfry-from-hell was still far too sharp. Luckily neither of them had gotten sick, but the taste would linger in her mind for years. Within an hour, Nadia was fed, burped, and growing sleepy while her mothers had eaten dinner and done the dishes. Evening turned into true night as Nadia nodded off in her bouncer, while Callie and Arizona simply watched their daughter.

It was everything Callie had ever wanted since she was a child – the loving spouse and child she'd craved, wanting to give her child(ren) everything she had been denied as a girl: stability, open affection, freedom instead of the harsh upbringing she had endured. It was everything Arizona had desired upon meeting Callie – that ephemeral future she'd never quite envisioned that suddenly became insistently real when the two had first laid bare and twined together under soft sheets and covered in a sheen of well-earned sweat.

"I think someone needs to be in her crib," murmured Arizona.

"So mommies can have a bit of grown-up time?" Callie asked hopefully. Their eyes met, blue to brown, and Arizona gulped, nodding.

With gentle hands, Arizona freed her daughter from the bouncer, rocking her softly as she stirred and then moved into the nursery. They'd bribed April, who was a bit of an artist, to paint a simple border reminiscent of the Neighborhood of Make-Believe - complete with King Friday's Castle, Oak Tree, Grandfather Clock, and Museum-Go-Round. Callie had smiled at Arizona's enthusiastic insistence on the theme, indulging her wife with the surprise of a wooden Trolley replica a week after the border was painted and even buying Arizona a zip-up cardigan. Arizona had squealed in delight at the Trolley and the sweater. Callie had come home more than once in the past week alone to Arizona wearing it and watching Mister Rogers with their daughter. Her wife was a child, sometimes. Adorable, full of life and enthusiasm. It was as if she was rediscovering the world through Nadia's eyes, shedding the world-weary cynicism she had carried like a heavy cross since the car crash that took her leg.

But right then, Arizona was a mother, tenderly tucking Nadia into her crib, rubbing soothing circles on a tiny belly as the little girl fussed, singing softly. Though once Callie caught the words of the song, she was hard pressed not to laugh. Her wife's obsession came through as Callie joined in, singing, "It's such a good feeling to know you're alive."

When Nadia was settled and snoozing, Callie slipped behind Arizona, sliding her arms around her wife as Arizona nestled back into the embrace. For long minute, the two women simply watched Nadia breathe in and out. It was enough. It was everything.

Callie switched on the monitor and turned off the light, then moved her hands to Arizona's hips, leading the both of them backwards, out of Nadia's room. Arizona closed the door behind them as Callie pressed a kiss to her neck.

A soft groan was all the response Callie needed from her wife. She directed them into their own bedroom, pressing Arizona into the door as it shut. Lips met fiercely, need burning in both of them. Life with a newborn was a challenge to both, and the frequent, casual sensuality of their relationship had taken a temporary backseat to diaper changes and midnight feedings.

Nadia had slept through the night for the first time the week before. The bone-deep exhaustion was waning. Energy was returning for the both of them.

Arizona slid one hand into dark hair, the other cupping a firm ass. She moaned as Callie's tongue traced her lips, opening her mouth to her wife's explorations.

Tonight? Tonight was for them. Need and lust and love swirled together until they were naked in bed, muscles arching and cries muffled. Hours later, sated and happy, they curled into each other, Arizona burrowed in Callie's arms and both listening to not only their own breathing but the soft sounds of their daughter's sleep in the next room. With that, skin to skin, their love reaffirmed, they drifted off.