The dinner table was silent as the four sat around it, picking at their food. Arizona had made mac and cheese with broccoli—Sofia's favorite, and one of the few meals she knew how to prepare. Her daughter had barely said a word when she explained that Riley would be staying with them for a while. While not blatantly angry, it was clear that she wasn't thrilled with this change. Riley just stared at her plate, avoiding making eye contact with anyone.

Giving her wife a pleading look, Arizona gestured towards Riley with a tilt of her head. While Callie was still upset with Arizona for her lack of communication on this subject, she could see that Riley was scared, and it wasn't like she was heartless. Clearing her throat, she turned to Riley, smiling gently, "So, Riley. Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

Riley shrugged, not taking her eyes off her plate, "I don't know. I'm ten, I had just started 5th grade before…." She trailed off, pushing her macaroni around her plate. Callie looked to Arizona who nodded again, pushing her to keep asking. "So, what do you like to do for fun?"

Riley looked up at Callie, a subtle scowl crossing her face, "I play basketball. Or, I guess I don't anymore. Unless you count the toy hoop Dr. Robbins set up in my room."

"Riley, I told you. Call me Arizona now," Arizona stated gently, ignoring the way she challenged Callie. "And you can always look into adaptive basketball once you get used to the wheelchair."

"Whatever," Riley mumbled, returning her eyes to her plate. Callie, wavering somewhere between guilt at somehow directing the conversation toward Riley's wheelchair and annoyance at the girl's apathetic attitude, decided to make one final effort at conversation, "So, I heard you playing guitar earlier?"

Riley nodded, "Yeah." She stated flatly, not bothering to elaborate, but Callie grasped at the straw she'd been handed, "It sounded really good! The Dixie Chicks, right?"

Scratching her fork across her plate, Riley responded with irked confusion, "Arizona said you hate country music." Laughing nervously, Callie reluctantly admitted, "It's not my favorite, but I like it when you play it." Riley waited a moment to respond, carefully chewing the macaroni in her mouth before swallowing and responding with a terse, "Okay."

Callie shot her wife an exasperated glance and Arizona smiled apologetically. Turning her attention to Sofia, Arizona asked, "So, Sofia. Tell me about your camping trip." Sofia shrugged, "It was fun."

"What was your favorite part?" Arizona asked with an excited smile, hoping her enthusiasm would elicit a more positive response from her daughter. But unfortunately, her normally contagious smile just wasn't catching tonight and Sofia responded with a weary shrug, "I don't know. I caught a salamander. That was pretty cool."

"You did?!" exclaimed her mother, "Can I see it?"

Sofia looked at her mother as if she'd grown two heads. "I didn't bring it home. You hate it when I bring 'critters' into the house," Sofia snapped harshly, making air quotes with her hands to sarcastically parrot her mother's words back to her. Arizona's smile froze on her face awkwardly, before she finally responded, "Well, then. That was very considerate of you."

"I guess," Sofia mumbled. Pressing onward, Arizona continued, "Tell me more. I want to hear all about it."

"Momma, I'm tired," Sofia whined. Sensing that she wasn't going to get anywhere by pushing, Arizona conceded. "That's okay, bug. Why don't you clear your plate and get ready for bed? I'll be in to tuck you in soon."

"I'm not a baby, Momma," Sofia insisted as she got up from the table. "Fine," Arizona sighed patiently, "Then I'll just come by and say good night." Ignoring her mother's words, Sofia dropped her plate in the sink with a clatter and stalked off to her room, shutting the door forcefully behind her, leaving Callie, Arizona, and Riley sitting tensely at the kitchen table.

"She hates me," Callie mumbled into the dark as she lay in bed next to her wife. They had barely spoken to each other as they prepared for bed, only mumbling a brief good night before turning the light off. But neither was asleep, and now, in the darkness, Callie's anger had begun to fade and she was ready to talk.

Arizona turned over on her side, facing toward her wife. "Oh, Calliope," she whispered, her voice soothing and full of care, "She doesn't hate you. She's scared. She's testing you. She did the same thing to me."

Callie shrugged, "Maybe. But what if I fail her test and she keeps hating me? Arizona, we can't adopt a kid that hates me—"

"Hey, hey," Arizona whispered, gently placing a hand on the top of her wife's head, running her fingers through her hair as she laid her head atop Callie's chest, "Slow down. First, we don't need to talk about adoption yet. At this point, this is only a temporary placement. Her father is still alive, after all. And second, it's been one night. Give it time. Because I think she's gonna love you."

"You do?" Callie whispered, tears hovering on the brim of her eyes, and Arizona gave her one of her super magic smiles, "I do. Calliope, who wouldn't love you?"

Callie sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes and taking Arizona's hand in hers. "I understand why you took her in. I mean, I'm still mad. I'm planning on being pretty freakin' pissed about if for a while, actually. And you can never do something like this again but… but I get it." Arizona nodded, whispering, "Thank you. But I'm still sorry. And I won't do it again. I promise."

Bringing Arizona's hand to hers and kissing it, Callie whispered, "Do you really think we can do this?" Arizona nodded confidently, "I think we can do anything."

"Okay, so what if we move Meredith and Derek over to table nine?" Arizona suggested, moving two of the pins on the table over to the opposite end of seating chart they were working with, but Callie shook her head, "I told you, Meredith and Cristina have to sit together."

Arizona squinted skeptically, "It's just for one night, Callie. I mean, what are they going to do?" Callie laughed heartily, "They're going to ignore the seating chart and sit together if we don't put them together. They might just ignore it anyway. Arizona, why don't we just have open seating? It's so much easier—"

"We need to make sure that everyone gets along!" Arizona protested, "We can't just have anyone sitting wherever. This is an event with both our families and half the hospital and a fair amount of alcohol. We need to have some control—"

"Arizona, listen to yourself! I know you're a bit of a control freak, which I say with love, but honey we can't possibly control it all. Not to mention with the number of surgeons we invited, half of them probably won't even show up," Callie insisted, crossing her hands over her chest.

Resting her head in her left hand, Arizona tilted her head to face her fiancé, "Calliope, this is our wedding. It's important." Her eyes pleaded with Callie, who softened, uncrossing her arms and taking Arizona's right hand in both of hers, bringing it toward her and massaging it gently.

"Okay, let's move Meredith and Derek to our table then. I mean, I know it will be a little weird because we don't know them that well, but then Cristina can sit with us, and Meredith can sit with Lexie who can sit with Mark," Callie suggested, moving the pins around. Arizona shook her head, "There isn't room for both of them."

"What are you talking about? Sure there is!" Callie responded, counting the people off on her fingers, but Arizona continued to protest, "No, with us, both of our parents, your sister—"

"Oh, Aria's not coming," Callie stated, casually folding her hands in her lap. Arizona stopped, her face dropping as she turned toward her fiancé, "Calliope…"

"It's not a big deal. Her kid's in a play that weekend; she sends her best though," Callie continued casually, but Arizona shook her head, "It is a big deal! Calliope, your sister should be at your wedding."

"Well, she's not going to be. And I mean, I get it. She can't really miss Julia's play, she's one of the orphans in Annie. Big deal for a seven year old." But Arizona just shook her head, "Callie, don't you want her there? I mean, should we reschedule?"

"No! Arizona, we already sent out invitations. And she would just find another excuse. Look, we're not that close, she doesn't need to be there—"

"She's your sister," Arizona insisted, reaching out to grasp her partner's hand, but Callie yanked it away, more aggressively than intended, "Look, Arizona. I told you it's not a big deal! My sister's not coming to my wedding. Can you just drop it?"

Arizona flinched at the aggressiveness in her fiancé's voice, looking down at the seating chart and trying to hide her hurt. Taking a deep breath, Callie looked over at her partner in shame. She knew she had overreacted. "I didn't mean to snap. I'm sorry."

Shaking her head gently, Arizona forced a small smile, "I shouldn't have pushed you." She whispered without quite meeting Callie's gaze. Callie put her head in her hands, wincing at Arizona's guarded response. Her fiancé was more sensitive than she liked to let on.

"Look, I know you don't understand this, but I'm just not that close to my sister. So she's not coming to our wedding, and I'm okay with that," Callie provided, cautiously reaching her hand out and laying it on Arizona's shoulder.

"Are you really okay with it?" Arizona asked tentatively, her eyes still focused on the seating chart in front of them. Callie sighed, "I'm really trying to be, because it's not going to change."

Arizona nodded sadly, tears welling up in her eyes once more as she finally looked up to meet Callie's gaze, "I really wish Timothy could be there." Callie's heart broke as she pulled her fiancé toward her chest, rubbing her back gently, "I do too."

"Wait, I don't get it. You're parents just took in another kid? Just out of nowhere?" Zola asked Sofia in bewilderment as they hopped off the school bus across the street from the hospital and made their way inside. They either had to hang out at their school's daycare program until their parents got off work, or they could take the school bus to the hospital and do their homework in the cafeteria—they just had to be sure and text one of their parents first to let them know where they would be.

"Yeah! I mean, they had just completed the foster licensing thing. But I figured they'd at least tell me before just bringing a random kid from the hospital home to live with us," Sofia fumed, grasping onto the straps of her backpack tightly as they waited to cross the street. Zola's face filled with even more shock, "So, she was at the hospital? Like one of their patients?" Sofia nodded in satisfaction. As upsetting as this situation was for her, she did enjoy sharing the juicy details with her enthralled friend.

"Mmmhmmmm. One of Momma's peds kids. I guess she was gonna be discharged and Momma didn't want her to have to go to a group home because she's in a wheelchair, so she just took her in. Didn't even tell Mami until we got home from camping," Sofia provided, crossing the street as the signal changed with Zola following on her heels. "Woah," muttered Zola, "You know, if one of your moms was gonna just bring home a random kid from the hospital, I would not expect it to be Aunt Zona."

Sofia's face shrunk with confusion, "Why not? Mami doesn't even work in peds." Zola shook her head, elaborating on her reasoning, "I know. But like, Aunt Callie is just more… like, instinctive and emotional. Aunt Zona always seemed more calm and reasoned to me."

"Yeah, well so much for reasoned. This doesn't make any sense!" Sofia lamented. Zola shrugged, "Well, you might get used to it. I know Bailey and Ellis drive me crazy a lot of the time, but I'm mostly happy to have siblings and you probably will be too—"

"Hold up," interrupted Sofia, suddenly halting and turning on her heel, placing a hand on Zola's chest to stop her friend from crashing into her. "That girl is not my sister. Momma told me that her dad's in a coma, so she needed a place to stay until he can take care of her." Zola cringed slightly, but responded hesitantly after a moment of silence, "Sof, how often do people wake up from coma's that have lasted that long? And do you really think your parents are going to dump this kid back on the street? I mean, I guess it's not a sure thing but—"

"No, it's not happening. And she's not my sister. Got it?" Sofia snapped, scowling at Zola as her hands rested aggressively on her hips. Zola sighed, "Sure. Got it."

"Good," responded Sofia, seemingly satisfied with Zola's response. Feeling the raindrops beginning to fall, Sofia pulled the hood of her green raincoat up over her head and began walking quickly into the hospital, Zola following quickly along behind her.

"So, I'm living with these two lesbians now," Riley told her father as she sat beside his bed. She still didn't like to look at him with all the tubes and the ventilator, but she'd gotten used to sitting with him. She spent most of her days hanging out in the hospital while Callie and Arizona were working. There wasn't a lot to do here when she wasn't at PT, so she figured she might as well spend some time visiting with her dad.

"They're alright, I guess. You met one of them. Well, sort of. She was my doctor, and she and her wife had just registered as foster parents so she decided to take me in," Riley continued, playing with the gooey hand that Arizona had given her to retrieve her ball a few weeks earlier. It wasn't really sticky anymore, but she still found it comforting to stretch it between her hands. "It was kinda weird. But it was nice of her. There aren't really a lot of homes for kids like me, in wheelchairs. And she has one leg, so she can handle it. And I think she sees it as this kind of a like… handicap camaraderie thing or something. Like I said, it's kinda weird, but … good."

Putting the hand back in her pocket, Riley started wheeling herself back and forth as she continued, "Callie's okay, I guess. Arizona didn't really tell her that I was going to stay with them, so she was pretty mad about it at first. But she seems okay now. She's trying anyway." Continuing to push on her wheels, Riley went on, "Their kid's a brat though. She doesn't want me there. I guess she's jealous or something."

She stopped and looked up at her dad, "But it doesn't really matter, because when you wake up, I'm gonna come live with you again." Forcing a smile that her dad couldn't see, she played nervously with her hands, staring at her lap.

"Arizona says I have to go back to school next week," she mumbled, looking away. "She says that my transfers are good enough that I can get around independently, so she can't let me stay out any longer." Looking up at her father, she continued, "I can either keep going to my old school, or I can go to Sofia's school. I think I'm gonna go to Sofia's school. I just wouldn't know what to say to any of my old friends. It might be better to go somewhere where no one knew me… before."

"There you are!" Callie burst into the hospital room, walking straight over to where Riley was sitting, "Riley, you know we don't mind if you visit your dad, but you've gotta let us know where you are, okay?" Riley nodded without making eye contact, but that was something Callie had learned to accept. "Sofia and Zola are working on homework in the break room. Why don't you go join them?"

Though she knew that Sofia didn't want her there, Riley nodded anyway, following Callie from her father's room, only glancing back briefly as she left. While she felt guilty for not saying good bye, she didn't want Callie to know that she had conversations with a man who probably couldn't hear her anyway.