A/N: Thanks so much for liking my story, here is chapter 3 as promised! As you noticed, I don't write long chapters, but I update quickly! If you have any ideas or suggestions, or see anything I can approve please tell me, I love feedback.
I don't own Grey's... BUT THANK GOD SEASON 8 IS AVAILABLE ON NETFLIX!
Italics - memories or thoughts
It's going to be okay.
We'll get through this.
A week passed since Arizona was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.
She had been given a weeks leave from the hospital and spent her days home with Sofia while Callie worked.
Arizona was adjusting to life with needles and insulin.
Sofia had many questions for her mommy, which Arizona tried to explain the best she could.
Callie and Arizona woke early one Saturday wrapped in each others arms.
"Morning," Callie said, kissing Arizona.
"Morning," Arizona said cuddling into Callie's side.
This whole thing has been pretty hard on Callie, though she wasn't the one who had to inject herself, count her calories or constantly check her blood sugar, she witnessed Arizona doing it, which hurt even more.
Callie is starting to get used to the whole process, and is becoming accustomed to Arizona's behaviors when her sugar is high and low.
One thing Callie was not getting used to was Arizona's mood swings.
She had always been used to an emotional Arizona, with the weeping and "authority issues."
But she wasn't used to a bitchy Arizona, who snapped often without warning.
Callie woke to find the sun shining in their bedroom and her bed empty, but warm, meaning Arizona must have not been gone long.
She heard the sink in the bathroom and leaned against the doorway, silently watching as Arizona was testing her glucose level.
"How is your glucose level this morning?" Callie asked softly.
"I thought you were sleeping," Arizona said.
"I woke up and you weren't in bed. I wanted to see if how you are doing."
"It's fine." Arizona said, placing the test strip in the garbage and placing the meter back in the case.
"You need to mark that in the book," Callie said.
"I know, I'll do it.," Arizona said, growing annoyed.
"We need to tell Mark, get him up to speed," Callie said.
"It can wait," Arizona said.
"We have to keep kits in multiple places, and make sure you always have one with you at the hospital," Callie said.
"I know Callie, I heard the doctor- I'm not deaf," Arizona said.
Callie sighed.
"Did you tell your family?" Callie asked.
"No," Arizona said pulling out a syringe.
"Why not?" Callie asked.
"I'll do it when I'm ready," Arizona said.
"Okay," Callie said.
"You know, this isn't a group activity Callie. It's my body, how I handle it is my business. I'd really appreciate some privacy right now," Arizona said, placing the syringe on the counter.
"Okay, I'll be in the room," Callie said, placing a kiss on Arizona's forehead.
Arizona loaded the syringe with the amount of insulin she needed and took a deep breathe, looking in the mirror.
She raised her shirt and stuck herself with the syringe, releasing a deep breathe.
She placed the needle on the counter and wiped away a stray tear.
As a doctor, she is used to sticking people 10-20 times a day, but you never get used to sticking yourself.
"We better get out of bed before little miss morning monster comes knocking on our door," Callie says.
Arizona headed into the bathroom, the first thing she does when she wakes up is she her glucose levels and administer her insulin.
She took out her kit from the bathroom cabinet and dropped it as a scream echoed through the house.
She ran to the origin of the scream to find a terrified Callie standing on a chair with a frying pan in her hand and Sofia kneeling on the ground.
"Mommy, look a mousey!" Sofia said, pushing her classes up her nose.
"Sofia, don't touch that," Arizona said scooping Sofia up and sitting her on the countertop.
Callie and Arizona were truly blessed to have such an amazing, healthy daughter, despite the accident.
Sofia's only problem was nothing a pair of glasses couldn't fix.
Arizona turned to Callie.
"A frying pan? Really?" Arizona said, grabbing the frying pan from Callie and offering her hand for Callie to step down from the chair.
Arizona grabbed a dust pan from under the sink and scooped up the mouse
"Sofia, mama is scared of a little dead mouse," Arizona said teasingly.
"I am not, baby, don't listen to her," Callie said.
Arizona pushed the dust pan towards Callie and Callie screamed again, nearly falling on her rump.
"Sleep with one eye open Robbins," Callie said.
"Robbins- Torres," Arizona said with a smile, placing a kiss on her wife's lips.
After the mouse was disposed off, Callie made breakfast for the girls while Arizona and Sofia played on the floor.
After breakfast, Callie kissed Arizona and Sofia goodbye and was off to the hospital for a surgery, promising to be home as soon as she is done, seeing it was her day off.
Hours later Callie finished scrubbing out from her surgery.
She grabbed a coffee from the cart and sat down with Mark.
She hates having to come in on her days off, but it was a pro bono case and it was important to the Chief.
Callie felt her phone buzzing in her pocket and pulled the phone out to see her beautiful wife's picture fill the screen.
"Hey baby, I know I said 5:15, and it's now 5:50, but I'm just grabbing a coffee and I'll be home quick," Callie said, figuring Arizona was wondering where she was.
"Callie," Arizona said, her voice off and sluggish.
"Arizona? What's wrong?" Callie asked, Mark looking at her with worry.
"I need- I need help," Arizona said.
Callie jumped out of her seat before Arizona could finish the sentence, her coffee left spilt over the table.
A/N: Thanks for reading, have a lovely day