Chapter 2: Our Baby
Malawi was a long three years for both of them; because they did decide to make that trip together; and Arizona was quickly learning that's how she'd want to spend the rest of her life: together with Calliope Torres. The work they did in Malawi was great, and the lives they saved that would not have been saved without them were innumerable. But Callie and Arizona were ready to go home. They were tired of stolen glances and quick kisses in the storage room. Callie was tired of not being able to hold Arizona's hand. And Arizona was tired of not being able to tell the world that the stunning Latina was hers; although Callie didn't mind going home on the nights when someone had approached her. She really liked jealous Arizona because jealous Arizona always made quick work of reminding Callie that she was in fact hers. But they were ready to be home.
Mark and Lexie had gotten everything ready for them at their apartment after the sub-letters moved out and the two women could not have been happier to return to their space, just as they had left it.
"Baby, I'm so glad you thought to get a rental car instead of having anyone pick us up, because right now I don't want to see or talk or tell anyone anything. I just want to go to bed." Callie half-whined when they walked in the door.
"You don't think Mark's Spidey-senses are going to go off and he's going to know we're here?"
"I told him we weren't coming home until the day after tomorrow. I wanted a few days here with just you." Callie said, taking Arizona in her arms just outside of their bedroom.
"Callie, you've been with just me for a little over three years, you don't miss him?"
"Well of course I miss him, but I also spent three years not being able to this," Callie places kisses along Arizona's neck and jaw finally landing on her lips, "whenever I wanted."
"Touché."Arizona says, sliding her hands down Callie's back, resting them finally on her ass.
"Arizona, I love you. And I love making love to you, but I think we both just need to sleep. Is that okay, baby?" Callie quietly asks, still locked tightly in Arizona's embrace.
"For the record, you started it. And yeah, we can just sleep; but you better believe you'll be making it up to me later."
"I can do that. Now get your cute butt in the bed so we can get some sleep." Callie says, placing one more kiss on Arizona's lips.
After a perfect night's sleep, Callie wakes up to light kisses all over her face, and Arizona giggling.
"Good morning beautiful," Arizona whispers once Callie finally opens her eyes.
"Hi." Callie says placing a lingering kiss on Arizona's lips, causing the blonde's mega-watt smile to take over her face. "I know you're glad to be home, and that last night was the first pager free night in a long time, but what's going on in that pretty little head of yours because that can't just be it."
"Well, I was thinking…"
"Uh-oh."
"Calliope, hush. You can't ask me and then take it back when I try to tell you."
"You're right go ahead." Callie says, adjusting position a little so the two are lying sideways facing each other.
Taking Callie's hand in her own, Arizona tries to find the words to explain the dreams she just had. "I know that the past few years we've been talking about a baby, and I guess we'd both always just assumed you'd carry it, based on my little, you know, not ever wanting to do that thing. But Calliope, I just had the most amazing dream about our baby, and she was a little mini-me; blonde hair and blue eyes, and you were chasing her around the yard, and she was giggling and you looked complete, like you'd never need anything else in life, and it was perfect. It was beautiful."
"Baby, I can carry your baby."
"I know, I know," Arizona say, "but I guess, what I was thinking was, I don't want to miss out on any part of it. And my biological clock is ticking a little faster than yours, and we did wait three years in Africa not having a baby, and I guess what I'm saying is," Arizona takes a deep breath, "Calliope Torres, can I have your baby?"
"I'm confused. You want a mini-you, but you want to carry my baby? That doesn't make any sense."
"I might need coffee." Arizona giggles, "Let me try that again. I want to carry your baby now, I want our first baby to be your baby, and I want to carry it. That way you can carry my baby, and then maybe rest of them?"
"What, you think I'm some baby making machine?"
"If two women could actually conceive a baby, I'd definitely say you're a baby making machine. You're fantastic in the sack." Arizona says with a wink.
"You know, you're lucky you're so damn cute because if not-" Callie doesn't get to finish because she's cut off by Arizona's lips on hers. The two roll around the bed in a passionate kiss until oxygen is necessary. With Arizona beneath her, Callie props herself up with a hand on either side of Arizona's shoulders; she places one more kiss on Arizona's lips before finishing; "of course you can carry my baby. I'd love that."