Chapter 8

Callie eased her eyes open, pleased to find a dimly lit room. The sun was just barely peaking out from the horizon, meaning it must only be around six-thirty. Her fingers danced on sticky skin as she reminisced about the night before. She was afraid to move or flex, as her muscles were already sore. Arizona's breathing was a soothing sound. The latina kissed the pale shoulder before her, pulling the blonde's body closer to her front.

"Mmm, good morning," Arizona hummed, waking up after sensing the lips on her skin and rolling over.

"How'd you sleep?" Callie questioned, tracing careless squiggles on Arizona's skin, not wanting to break contact.

Arizona smiled at Callie. She smiled in a way that could send skyscrapers crashing to the ground. The dimples indented into the flesh of her cheek made Callie's heart tingle in her chest. Arizona pursed her lips, begging for a kiss from the Latina that she gratefully granted.

"I slept very well, thank you," Arizona stated, shooting the brunette another earth-shattering grin.

"God," Callie gushed, turning onto her back. Arizona instantly snuggled herself against an exposed chest.

Arizona noticed the rapid beating beneath her, but decided against pointing it out. She just closed her eyes and concentrated on every single beat thumping through the chambers of this perfect woman's heart. She knew these thuds in Callie's chest were so furious because of the blonde's presence and that made Arizona's insides ignite.

"Up, up, up," Callie said, rising up just as Arizona got into a groove of counting the murmurs, "I'm gonna make you some breakfast. You need a good hardy meal before your shift."

Work. Arizona completely forgot about having a few surgeries on the board today. She released the Latina from her grip, eying her up as she stood and headed towards the bathroom. The Latina's body was a work of art. Every curve and toned zone strategically positioned into one perfect figure. Even her messy sex hair looked magnificant. When the brunette reached the door frame, she looked over her shoulder at the blonde in her bed. To Callie, Arizona resembled an angel, the rising sun at the window shining against her tousled locks and fair skin, "are you coming to join me?"

Arizona smiled. Who could refuse an offer like that?

After washing one another's hair and sharing simple kisses, the brunette holted the water flow and the ladies wrapped themselves in a pair of fluffy white towels. When they stepped back into the bedroom, Callie offered Arizona a clean set of clothes to change into, before stepping out to start breakfast.

Arizona pulled herself into the sweat pants and the Army hoodie that Callie appointed to her and looked into the mirror. She loved this. Being in Callie clothes that smelled just like her. She knew Callie would never get this hoodie back no matter how much she begged.

When Arizona was all prepped for breakfast, she scaled the steps and holted just before entering the kitchen. The low hum of country music filled the air along with another sound. The gracious sounds of Callie's beautiful singing voice.

"Lying here with you,

listening to the rain,

smilin' just to see,

a smile on your face,

these are the moments i thank God that I'm alive,

these are the moments I'll remember all my life," she sung, stirring something in a bowl on the granite counter top.

Arizona snuck up behind the brunette and wrapped her arms around her, "I've found all I've waited for and I could not ask for more," Callie continued singing.

The Latina spun on her heels, fluidly turning Arizona's hug into a slow dance. She continued to quietly sing into the blonde's ear, giggling during the instrumentals. Arizona tried her hardest to remember a time in her life that she'd felt more comfortable, safe, and overall ecstatic to be with someone like Callie, but no one compares to Calliope Torres. She truly was thanking God that she was alive.

"ROBBINS!" a loud voice bellowed out as she was just about to exit the ER. She'd just finish her last surgery of the day, "I need you."

"What's up?" she asked. She was already changed from her scrubs, but she was always willing to help, despite her lack of sleep for the past eighteen hours.

"Someone in trauma room one is asking for you," he informed her, leading the way.

Entering the room, she instantly wished she would have left just a few minute earlier.

"Zona," the woman said, taking the blonde into her arms. The woman was crying uncontrollably.

Arizona noticed a young girl, maybe four years old, being worked up by a few doctors she knew very well, including her apprentice, Alex Karev, "Robbins, I need your help over here."

Arizona disregarded the woman and pulled a sterile paper gown over her clothes, dropping her bags at the door. After snapping on a fresh set of gloves, she switched back into work mode, "Alright, what do we have?"

"Female. Four years old. Hit by a car after running into the street," Karev explained.

"I looked away for one second. I'm so sorry, honey!" The girl's mother cried from behind her. Arizona completely disregarded her personal connection to the woman and focused on saving the little girl.

"She has some pretty bad internal bleeding. Page Bailey and Shepherd," Arizona demanded, "and get an OR prepped."

"Were on it, Boss," Karev replied, pulling up the rails of the little one's bed and rushing her out of the room, leaving Arizona alone in the room with the girl's mother, someone in her life she used to treasure so dearly.

"I'm going to take good care of her, alright? She's in the best of hands," Arizona explained, trying to ease the sobbing women, "What's her name, Jo?"

"Mika, her-her name is Mika," Joanne fumbled, her body shaky and fearful.

"I have to get up there. I'll keep you updated. I'll have a nurse bring you upstairs," Arizona said, tearing away at her gown and gloves.

"Wait!" Joanne holted the Pediactric surgeon. She glared into those crystal blue eyes she used to know so well. They weren't looking at her in the way they did back in high school, "I'm really sorry for everything. For leaving you behind. If I could go back..."

Arizona shook her head, "there's no need for apologies. We were just kids. We didn't know any better."

Arizona gave her a reassuring smile and headed into surgery to save her ex-girlfriend's daughter's life.

A ten hour surgery followed and Arizona wasn't sure she'd be able to stay awake long enough to make it across the street to her apartment. She'd been in the hospital for much longer than twenty four hours and she wasn't sure if the clock she reading meant three in the morning or afternoon.

After giving her ex the good news that her baby is stable, she finally made her way out of the hospital. She couldn't wait to crawl into her bed and forget all about the world.

Just as the blonde passed through the sliding doors of the main entrance, she spotted the one person she'd been missing.

Callie spotted the blonde as she made her way towards the main entrance and put an extra pep in her step to catch her before she turned the corner to cross the street.

"Hey," Callie articulated breathlessly, taking the blonde into her arms. She could tell the woman was delirious. She wanted to surprise her after her long shift in the OR.

"It's 3 am," Arizona stated, resting her head on Callie's shoulder as they walked across the street, "why are you here?"

"I figured you'd be hungry," Callie explained, holding up a plastic bag that reaked of enticing aromas, "and I've missed you."

Arizona found some strength in her body to smile, "Thank you, Calliope. I missed you as well."

"I'm just hoping you're up for some sex because that's what I'm here for. I'm just buttering you up with the food and the 'i miss you's'," Callie joked, pulling the blonde in closer.

"I'm too tired to know or care if you're kidding, but you're definitely going to get me into bed tonight," Arizona told the Latina, "just not in the way you're thinking."

Callie helped the blonde into the elevator and somehow managed to get her to her apartment without having to carry her. She forced a few bites of food into Arizona's stomach before settling her into bed and pulling her into strong, tan arms.

"Goodnight, Calliope," Arizona slurred, before quickly drifting into a heavy sleep.

"Goodnight."