"How are you doing, Riley?" Arizona said cheerfully as she entered the young girl's room. Riley just laid on her bed, motionlessly staring out the window at the thick clouds. Ignoring her lack of response, Arizona reached over and grabbed her chart, "Well, it seems like you're healing well—"

"Oh, so I'll start walking soon?" Riley snapped sarcastically, before rolling her eyes and continuing to gaze out at the dreary sky. Arizona sat down on the bed next to her. It had been nearly a week since she'd woken up and Riley had been like this the whole time. At least she was talking now. "You have your first day of physical therapy today," Arizona stated, her voice upbeat but calm, "It's not walking, but it's a chance to get out of this bed, teach your body how to move."

"I don't want to go," Riley grumbled, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and scowling at her lap. Arizona chuckled, "I understand that, believe me, I understand." Placing a hand gently on Riley's shoulder, she continued, "It won't be fun, but it's important."

Still getting now response, Arizona decided to try a different tactic, "You know, we in the peds ward have an excellent on demand Disney movie collection. You can access up to twenty movies with just this remote! Finding Nemo, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, Hercules. And if you have any favorites that aren't on there, just let me know, because I can probably order it—"

"Disney movies are stupid. How old do I look? Six?" Riley snarled, sticking Arizona with the meanest glare she could muster. Pursing her lips, Arizona persisted, "Well Riley, tell me. What do you like to do?"

Riley scoffed, "I like to play basketball." She tried to maintain her scowl but Arizona swore she could detect the girl's lower lip quivering, almost indiscernibly, but present none the less.

Arizona stood, deciding it was probably best to give the girl some space and try again later, "I'll let you get some rest before PT." She paused for a moment, waiting to see if Riley had anything else to say, but when she didn't get an answer, turned calmly and exited the room. When Riley heard her footsteps fade down the hall, she turned her face into her pillow and let her tears fall.

"Well, that was intense," said Callie as she sat next to her wife on their couch, a laptop sitting open in her lap. They had just finished watching some required training videos for the foster licensing process. One in particular pertained to taking in children from abusive homes and how to help them cope with that trauma.

"Yeah," sighed Arizona, "It's just heartbreaking what some kids have to go through." She snuggled up against her wife as they set the laptop down on the coffee table. Callie exhaled slowly, "Do you think we could handle that? I mean, we're both surgeons and we already have a kid—"

"I do," Arizona stated firmly, "I think we can handle anything. Don't you?" Callie gave her a skeptical look; this wasn't just anything, and she wanted to be realistic about the energy involved. Sensing her hesitancy, Arizona went on, "Calliope, I know it would be difficult. But these kids need homes, and someone has to provide them. We're looking to have another child, why not us?"

Callie shrugged, "I guess you're right. It just makes me nervous, that's all." Arizona nodded in understanding and exhaled slowly, "Me too."

Hearing some feet pattering down the hall, the pair looked up to see their daughter bouncing into the room, "Are you done with your videos yet? Is it time for Cupcake Wars?" Callie looked to her wife, "I think it's about time we take a break for the night." Arizona nodded adamantly, scooting over to the edge of the sofa and patting the spot between her and Callie for their daughter to sit.

"Where did we leave off, m'ija?" Callie asked her daughter, scrolling through the Netflix menu. Sofia answered eagerly, "It was the one where they were baking for the monster truck rally." Callie laughed heartily, "Of course, how could I forget?"

"What videos have you two been watching out here anyway?" Sofia asked, looking back and forth between her mothers as they exchanged looks. Arizona raised her eyebrows, silently asking her wife if now was the time to tell their daughter. Callie pondered for a moment, but eventually nodded. They liked to be as honest with Sofia as possible, and if this was something they were serious about, they needed to start preparing their daughter for the possibility of a foster sibling.

"Well, bug," Arizona began carefully, "You're Mami and I are working on becoming licensed foster parents." A perplexed look crossed Sofia's face, "So, like, is that when you take in another kid? Like an orphan?"

"Sometimes an orphan, sometimes a child whose parents can't take care of them. It can be temporary or permanent," Arizona continued calmly. Sofia squinted her eyes, still wrapping her head around it, "Why don't you guys just have another baby?" Callie and Arizona both exchanged a look of mild horror, before Sofia continued with a laugh, "I mean, I know that the two of you can't make a baby. Geez, moms. I'm not an idiot."

Callie let out a sigh of relief, "Had us fooled for a second there, m'ija." Playfully flicking her Mami's arm, Sofia continued, "I just meant, aren't there ways that you could still have a baby? Like adopting a baby or IVF?"

"Neither of us has a uterus that's ideally equipped for IVF right now," Callie supplied matter-of-factly. "And we still might adopt a baby. But that could take a long time, and we wanted the option to take in a child sooner."

Sofia nodded, "I guess that makes sense." Arizona rubbed a hand on her back, "How do you feel about this, bug?" she asked gently. Sofia shrugged, "I don't know. It's fine, I guess. It's just a little weird." Callie nodded, "That's okay. Just let us know how you're feeling, okay?"

Sofia thought for a moment, before responding, "I feel like it's time to watch Cupcake Wars."

Arizona chuckled, pulling Sofia close to her as she leaned back into the sofa, "You got it. What are you waiting for, Calliope? Press play!"

The next day, Riley was still laying sullenly in her bed—her physical therapy appointment had been an hour ago, but she had refused to go. When she saw a perky blonde doctor walking toward her room, she groaned. She was not in the mood for a pep talk about how everything was going to get better and she just needed to hang in there and go to her PT, which Riley was pretty sure was exactly what Dr. Robbins had in mind.

But she was surprised with Arizona walked in carrying a small toy basketball hoop that she proceeded to hang on the bathroom door, basically a straight shot from her bed. Handing Riley a foam ball, she commanded, "Go ahead. Take a shot."

Riley looked at the doctor, perplexed and annoyed. She grabbed the ball and hurled it at the hoop. When she missed by several feet, she sighed, "Well, game over."

"Nope," Arizona contradicted, handing her another ball. Reluctantly, Riley tossed that one up at the hoop, aiming it closer this time, but still missing significantly. Immediately, Arizona handed her a third ball, which she tossed up; this one bouncing off the rim and rolling back, landing next to the bed.

"How many of those do you got?" Riley challenged. Arizona shrugged nonchalantly, "Just those three." Rolling her eyes, Riley crossed her arms back over her chest and slumped back onto her bed, "Well, game over, then. I'm stuck in this bed. In case you've forgotten, I can't exactly get up to go get them."

To Riley's surprise, Arizona didn't seem disheartened, but rather gave her a mischievous grin, "That was only the first part of the game." From her pocket, she pulled out a sticky hand, the kind that you could fling and splatter against the wall before pulling it back towards you. Aiming at the ball in the farthest corner of the room, Arizona flung the sticky hand toward it and, after a couple of tries, managed to roll it toward the bed. Then, from her sleeve, she extended dinosaur head on the end of a pole, with a handle at the opposite end of the pole to control its mouth. Reaching it out toward the ground, she grasped the ball in the dinosaurs jaws and brought it up, gently depositing it on the bed in front of Riley.

Handing the young girl the gummy hand and dinosaur claw, she instructed, "You try the next one." Hesitating momentarily, Riley grabbed the toys, "I mean, it's not like I have anything else to do here," she grumbled, but Arizona could tell she was trying to hide her enthusiasm. Letting her maintain the façade, she stood from the bed, "Of course. I'll leave you to it." She was almost at the door, when she turned back toward Riley and casually suggested, "So, you'll try PT tomorrow?"

Riley was engrossed in coaxing the ball over to her with the gummy hand by this point, and wasn't about to break her focus. But she managed a noncommittal, "I'll think about it." Arizona nodded, "Cool. I'll come by tomorrow then."

As she exited the room, Arizona practically slammed into Alex, who was eavesdropping from the hall. He looked at her in awe, "How did you do that?"

Arizona smiled cockily, "I'm awesome," she told her protégé, swaggering down the hall.

"Seriously? The Dixie Chicks?" Timothy whined in annoyance as Arizona passed her CD forward to her mother to put into the car stereo player. The family had been driving for several hours that day alone, and it was customary to trade off selecting music on their family "road trips." Fourteen year old Arizona rolled her eyes dramatically in response to her younger brother's complaint, "Shut up! I just listened through the whole Lion King soundtrack twice, so you can just—"

"Arizona, don't tell your brother to shut up, please. And I thought you liked the Lion King?" her mother asked genuinely from the front seat as she opened the jewel case and carefully removed the CD her daughter had handed her. With a scoff of annoyance, Arizona responded sarcastically, "Yeah, like a year ago. I'm not a kid anymore."

Now it was Timothy's turn to laugh sarcastically, "Oh, don't act like you're too cool for the Lion King when you're listening to country music. Seriously, no one likes country music. It's so stupid—"

"Not any country, the Dixie Chicks. They're really cool. And will you be quiet? I'm trying to listen!" Arizona snapped back, glaring maliciously at her brother.

Plugging his ears dramatically, Timothy mumbled bitterly, "Seriously, the only good thing about moving again was getting away from the country music on every radio station, and now we're still—"

"Not quiet enough, you stupid—"

"Quiet!" the Colonel shouted from the driver's seat, causing the two blondes in the back seat to cease talking instantly. With an impatient huff, their father continued, "Now, we will finish this ride with no music at all if the two of you don't stop this childish—"

"Daniel," Barbara whispered placatingly. He sighed and took a deep breath as his wife continued, "I think it's about time for a rest stop. We've been in this car for too long, and it seems like everyone's a bit cranky and could use a break. This is supposed to be a fun road trip—"

"It's not a road trip. It's a permanent change of station, and it sucks. So, stop trying to make it sound fun," Timothy grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. The Colonel shot him a warning look through the rear view mirror, but Barbara placed a hand gently on his arm, "Daniel, it's okay."

Turning around in her seat, Barbara faced her son, looking at him sympathetically, "Bug, I know you're disappointed to be moving again so soon. You made some friends and you're sad to leave them." Timothy looked out the window, and Arizona shifted guiltily as she saw tears swimming in his eyes through window reflection. This PCS couldn't have come sooner for her; she had just finished a hellish middle school experience and was more than ready to begin high school with a fresh start. However, she was aware that for her brother, this was one of the hardest ones yet. For the first time, there had been boys his age living on their military base, and he had made some close friends. Barbara continued gently, "But you always have me, and your father and your sister. So, why don't we try to enjoy this time as a family?"

Timothy shrugged begrudgingly, "Whatever." With a sigh, Barbara turned back to face forward, "How about pulling into that next rest stop Daniel?" The Colonel, while usually averse to taking too many stops that would slow down their progress, nodded calmly, turning on his blinker to prepare to change lanes as "Wide Open Spaces" began to play over the car speakers.

Arizona and Amelia stood in the kitchen with Sofia and Zola, frosting the cupcakes for Zola's Harry Potter themed birthday party. With red, yellow, blue, and green frosting, they were designing the cupcakes to represent each of the four Hogwarts houses. It had been Sofia's idea, a fact she was intent on reminding them of frequently.

"Where on earth are Meredith, Cristina, and Callie?" Amelia asked in annoyance as she lopped some green frosting onto a chocolate cupcake, "Weren't they supposed to be here to help by now?"

"They're surgeons," Zola stated with a shrug and Sofia nodded casually in agreement, eliciting a chuckle from Arizona, who exchanged a look with Amelia. She didn't know whether to be proud that the children seemed to understand their profession so well, or sad that they'd become so accustomed to tardiness and canceled plans from their caregivers.

"Slytherins, all of them! Am I right?" Amelia asked with a smirk, raising her right eyebrow. Both girls giggled, but Sofia shook her head, "I think Mami's a Gryffindor."

"Oh, is she?" responded Amelia playfully, looking up to meet Arizona's eyes, "A bit scandalous to be shacking up with she-who-must-not-be-named then, isn't it?" A look of confusion crossed Sofia's face, looking from Amelia to Arizona, "I don't get it."

"Oh, really?" Amelia beamed, eyes lighting up with glee, "Your Momma never told you the nickname the residents dubbed her with at Hopkins?" Sofia shook her head while Arizona rolled her eyes, "Amelia—"

"Tell me, Aunt Amelia!" Sofia pleaded enthusiastically, jumping up and down by the kitchen counter. Zola had also paused frosting her cupcake to listen to her Aunt's story. Smiling mischievously, Amelia continued, "When your Momma was Chief Resident at Hopkins, the younger residents were so scared of her that they would refer to her as she-who-must-not-be-named. The brave ones called her Lord Voldemort." Amelia finished with a wink.

"Is that true, Momma?" Zola cried through her giggles, to which Arizona reluctantly nodded. "Why were they scared of you? You aren't scary!" Sofia protested, laughing with bewilderment. "She was as a resident. A full on horror show," Amelia continued, seeing Arizona mouth "Filter!" from across the table before turning to Sofia.

"Bug, we've talked about how sometimes when women are strong and assertive, people think they're mean or scary, right?" Arizona explained patiently, and Sofia nodded with understanding. "I mean, sometimes women can actually be scary control freaks." Amelia added jokingly, causing Arizona to playfully fling a dollop of frosting in her direction, to the gleeful giggles of the two younger girls.

"What's all the laughing about in here?" Callie and Meredith had just arrived, bringing with them a couple bags of food and decorations from Party City. Callie set them down on the table, planting a quick kiss on Arizona's lips before beginning to arrange a veggie platter they had purchased on a plate.

"Zola, why don't you and Sofia start putting up those decorations in the living room?" Meredith instructed, seeing that the cupcakes were basically finished. Excitedly grabbing the bag from her mother's arms, the pair dashed into the living room to begin decorating the walls with streamers and Hogwarts flags. Turning to Callie and Arizona, Meredith asked, "Zola wanted Sofia to sleep over tonight. Is that okay with you two?"

"Well, we have the social worker coming by tomorrow morning for the home visit," Arizona stated. Callie raised her eyebrows that information, looking over to her wife, "Does Sofia need to be there for that?" Callie asked. Arizona shrugged hesitantly, "I think it's probably a good idea."

"I can bring her by tomorrow morning on my way in," Meredith provided. Arizona smiled appreciatively, "Thanks Meredith. That makes things easy. Then we can spend time in the morning cleaning."

"Or we can do other things," Callie mumbled seductively, laying her hands on Arizona's hips. Her wife giggled, but shifted out of her grasp, "Calliope, we have so much to do before she comes—"

"Okay, have you read the requirements? They just want to make sure we have a house that's inhabitable for humans, and that we aren't planning on shoving the kid in the cupboard under the stairs."

Arizona sighed, "Yes, but we still need to make a good impression." Rolling her eyes, Callie relented, "Fine. We'll clean tomorrow. But only because you're such a control freak." Callie swatted her wife's bottom playfully, causing Arizona to blush with embarrassment as Amelia snickered in the corner.

When she arrived at the hospital the following afternoon, Arizona was in an excellent mood. The home visit had gone smoothly, and the social worker had told them that her that she and Callie should be officially approved as foster parents within the week. On top of that, they even had enough time to have lunch as a family before work. Smiling to herself, Arizona was planning on catching up on some charting before her appie that afternoon. However, before she reached her office, she was startled by a scream from a familiar voice. Turning on her heel, she rushed down the hall, following the noise into Riley's room.

Walking forcefully into the hospital room, Arizona was horrified to see Riley laying on the ground in tears, "What happened?" she hissed at the resident who was kneeling next to her.

"I left her here for three minutes and she was on the floor. She tried to move by herself, even though I told her not too," he stammered defensively. Arizona sighed in frustration, "Go get another resident or doctor to help you lift her. I don't want anyone injured." Riley wasn't a big kid, but she was tall for her age. Arizona would have helped lift her, but with her prosthesis, she was worried about her balance. Especially with this idiot resident for a partner.

After the resident left, Arizona carefully lowered herself to the floor so that she was sitting next to the Riley, who was sobbing into her hands, "I know it's hard, Riley, but you really need too let us help you move, at least—"

"You don't know," Riley snarled, glaring at Arizona through angry tears. "I can't walk. I literally can't even go to the bathroom by myself. You don't know what that's like." Arizona inhaled deeply, meeting Riley's gaze. Slowly, she reached forward and pulled back her pant leg, revealing her prosthetic, "I lost my leg. More than five years ago now. And I was scared and in pain, and for a while, I couldn't do anything for myself, not even go to the bathroom." Arizona swallowed, revisiting that particularly painful memory, but continued to look at Riley, "But I got better. I got stronger, and I learned to do things with only one leg. Now, there's very little I can't do."

Riley shook her head, "But I'll never be able to walk again." Arizona nodded, "That's probably true, Riley. And that sucks, and I'm so sorry. But you will learn to do things for yourself. Many people in wheelchairs live very independent lives. It won't always be this hard."

Riley was silent for several moments as the two of them just waited on the floor for the resident to return with his companion. After a few moments, Riley finally spoke again, her voice thick and desperate, "I want to see my dad."

She looked up at Arizona, pleading blue eyes filled with giant tears. "No one will take me to see him. That's where I was trying to get too." Arizona bit her lip, nodding vehemently as she took Riley's hand in hers, pushing aside a lock of her dark blonde hair, "Let's go see your dad, then."