Chapter 12

"She has a kid?!" Teddy yelped in disbelief as the two women sat at a table in the cafeteria of SGMW.

Arizona knodded her head, "Tim said that Callie told him everything. She said that the guy was just a one night stand and that he's not in the picture anymore," It still stung the blonde to speak of this topic. She'd been avoiding the discussion for a couple of weeks now, but finally decided that it was time to open up about it. Maybe it would make her feel better about the situation.

"Wow," Teddy began, gathering her thoughts as she brought a fork full of macaroni salad to her lips, "Well, I'm glad you got out when you did. Kids are a handful. You should know that. You shouldn't be taking on anyone else's kids."

This angered Arizona. Not just the fact that Teddy was being so insensitive, but because she didn't know how Arizona felt at all about dating someone with children. Maybe she wasn't okay with it before. She never thought that she was cut out to be a mom, but maybe Callie was an exception. She would give anything to be back in her arms again. She hoped this feeling went away soon. She was sick of being sad and irritable all of the time.

Arizona stood up and dumped her tray without a word.

"Hey, Robbins!" a man's voice called out from behind her. She recognized the doctor, but hadn't had the chance to work with him yet, even though they've been working together for such a long time.

"I've got a Peds case for you. Actually, I've got thirty Peds cases for you. I need all hands on deck, are you in?" the chizzled-jawed man asked, sending the woman a flirtatious grin she knew he couldn't control.

She smiled politely, "sure, what do we have?"

The doctor explained that thirty patients from Africa were flying in this afternoon for cleft pallet repairs. Fifteen of the surgeries would be done in the next few days. This excited Arizona. It was something to keep her mind off of Callie. She happy accepted the challenge.

Halfway through their tenth surgery, however, Arizona was becoming irritable. It annoyed her that Mark Sloan, the self-proclaimed God of Plastics, took so many calls in the middle of surgery; booty calls. His flirtatious voice and chuckle annoyed the Peds surgeon to no end and she couldn't wait to get out of there and away from Mark.

Mark noticed this irritablility and hung up on one of his girls, "you doing alright, Blondie? You seem tense."

Arizona mentally talked herself down from picking up a ten blade and jamming it into his sly little eye, "I'm fine, let's just get this done."

"Guy problems?" he queried, shooting Arizona a look that almost made her throw up.

"The only guy I'm having a problem with right now is you, Mark," she snapped, "let's just get this over with."

"Ah, so the rumors are true," she snarked, allowing the blonde to take over most of his job on the tiny human.

"What rumors?" she questioned, keeping her eyes on the girl's face on the table before her.

"That you're...you know," Mark looked around and leaned in so the nurses couldn't hear, "batting for the other team."

Arizona chuckled. She always found it fascinating how the men reacted to this news. She knew Mark would only be picturing her with one of his skanky booty calls, then later joining in on it. Arizona decided against answering and instead focused on the task at hand.

"Mija! Come on, we've got to get you to the hospital!" Callie called out as she cleaned up the kitchen after a messy breakfast the two ladies spent time preparing and sharing. Roe has been staying at Callie's home for a couple of weeks now. She has definitely been distracting the soldier from her heartache. Callie was hesitant about bringing Roe in for her check-up at SGMW. She knew if she spotted Arizona it would make all of the progress she'd had made trying to get over the Peds surgeon come crumbling down. Not that she had made a lot of progress. She still hadn't washed her sheets since the blonde occupied them last, which was way over a month ago. The aroma comforted her in heart-breaking ways. She wished that everything could just go back to the way that it was, even though it what the women were living in was a lie.

Callie accompanied her daughter to the car, where four-year-old appropriate conversation erupted. After discussing plans for an upcoming holiday, Roe took It upon herself to bring up a topic that even her little mind tried to wrap around.

"Mama, how come I don't see Dr. Robbins anymore?" Roe asked, fingering the velvety fabric on her stuffed moose, a present from Addison when she was just born. She carried it everywhere. The fur was even becoming a bit matted and discolored.

Callie looked at her daughter in the rear view mirror. That kid had a spectacular memory. There's no doubt about that. How was she supposed to explain something like this to a four year old? She decided against it completely, by shifting the topic slightly.

"Why? Did you like Dr. Robbins?" Callie queried, unable to help the smile that crept onto her cheeks.

"Yeah," Roe giggled out, "she's really pretty and she made my arm feel better." She held up the bright pink cast on her arm. It wasn't as pink anymore as it was a rainbow of all sorts of colors. The night after she got her cast, Callie offered to draw a pretty picture on the pastor. It actually wasn't a bad piece of art, if Callie could say so herself.

"She did make you feel better, huh?" Callie questioned, recieving a toothy grin and a knod from Roe.

The tiny Latina shook her head 'yes.'

Callie brought her attention back on driving. She wondered what Arizona thought of her daughter despite the secret she had become.

Callie and Roe waltzed hand in hand into Orthopedics. She loved all of this. The bone-breaking and the resetting. She almost wished she had went to school to be the surgeon she secretly wanted to be. It was just too late now. Especially since she was now dedicating herself to raising Roe now that she was home.

Dr. Chang greeted the girls, asking Roe a bunch of simplified questions about pain and healing. He turned to Callie next, asking a few more questions. Mid-conversation, they two were interrupted by a wail expelled from Roe.

"Hi, Dr. Robbins!" the little Callie exclaimed, waving her arms around.

Callie turned, spotting the woman on the other side of the door. She looked just as stunning as ever. Her blonde locks tucked into a scrub cap. Callie noticed a tinge of sadness in her eyes. Arizona quickly poked her head in, avoiding Callie's glare, "Dr. Chang, can I speak with you?"

The doctor excused himself, leaving Callie and Roe alone to their thoughts. Callie was a bit insulted that Arizona didn't even acknowledge her existence. Maybe this was for the better though.

Dr. Chang stepped back into the room without a word. He cut little Roe's cast off and fitted her with a brace. After giving the final instructions, Dr. Chang stated, "Dr. Robbins has requested your presence in the employee lounge now that we are finished."

Callie's heart stopped, before convulsing in rapid, unsteady beats. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this. Not right now. Completely disregarding the instruction, the two snuck their way towards the front door.

"Mommy, aren't we going to see Dr. Robbins?" Roe asked as the duo headed towards the front door.

Callie looked down as they snuck towards the front door, "I'm going to tell her to come and visit us, how does that sound?" she told her daughter, before coming in full-force contact with another being. She stumbled, but strong arms kept her upright.

"Oh, I'm sor...Cal?"

Callie's pupils widened at the man before her. No. This wasn't who she thought this was. It couldn't be. Roe's father. Mark.