Once again, this was written in math and typed over lunch break before my english class =P typos will be addressed later. I think theres this thing called a beta reader? And I think it corrects typos for you maybe? IDFK! You get typos until I read later tho so hush and deal xD. I Am going to try to include more Calzona moments in this fic because I feel they're lacking and besides, I love me some Calzona as much as the next horny lesbian xD SO Here is some insight to part of their date. I haven't dropped the situation between Liyah and Nattie, you'll just have to wait for that :) I wanna say thank you VERY much to those who comment on my fic and read every update. Muchas gracias! (and thats about all the Spanish I know xD) Also, I know some people are bothered by the use of the nicknames "Ari," "Zona," and "Callie." well tough shit bc I love them =P. Okay, Enjoy :D
Chief's was a quaint outdoor restaurant built by the edge of the bay, partway through a rocky cliff. Lanterns were hung on the ceiling, which created a romantic orange glow to settle on the faces of the few diners the establishment held. Reservations were limited; seating only allowed for 10 people at a time. It was expensive but the atmosphere was worth it, the view was worth it, and so was the food.
The waves from the bay crashed softly below the restaurant into the rocks that held fast to the mountainous base. Calliope hadn't made reservations really, because the owner's son was once a duel patient of Arizona and her's, and he knew that as a doctor, reservations were nearly impossible to keep. And so he let the doctors in before anyone else without a reservation was allowed, as soon as a table opened up. They had waited there an hour, but they had called ahead around breakfast time to inform Corey, the owner of Chief's, that they would be coming. He told them the small space between reservations that they would be able to sneak in, much later in the evening. So they spent the majority of their day together, walking the trails in the woods, visiting the fudgery on the corner of Brook Street, Much to Arizona's delight, and taking in a movie before dinner.
The woods they walked were covered in green and speckled with various shrubbery. Butterfly gardens were strategically planted along the main path, grown over with periwinkle and pink colored flowers. The women stopped, hand in hand to admire them every now and again. Yellow colored butterflies like lemons fluttered over the flowers, worshipping them with featherlight kisses.
Calliope let go of Arizona's hand just long enough to wrap her arms around her waist. "Mmm.. This is nice."
"Peaceful." Agreed Arizona, who leaned back into her wife's body, a content smile unveiling on her lips. Callie giggled.
"They remind me of your old scrub cap kind of." Arizona smiled fondly now, remembering her beloved scrub cap, which she'd replaced with a slightly less perky one when Aaliyah was seven.
Aaliyah had been sick and kept home from school. She was playing doctor along with Trauma: Life in the ER on the medical channel, when she felt the full impact of her cold. She dizzily sat herself down, pulled her mommy's scrub cap from off of her head, and let it settle infront of her, where she proceeded to get sick.
Callie, who had been in the room with her at the time, was torn between throwing it away, and cleaning it before Arizona ever found out. But she couldn't stand the thought of her babe wearing something that was covered in vomit at one time, and so she called Arizona into the living room. "Baby, uhm.. um.. can you come here?" Arizona entered the room with a thermometer in hand, obsessed with taking their daughter's temperature every hour. She was afraid that the cold was something more life threatening, like meningitis, which put her on edge all day.
Callie almost laughed when her wife arrived with the thermometer in only a matter of seconds, because she had sent Ari to bed, thinking she needed to calm her nerves down and relax. But as soon as she appeared it was clear to Callie that she had been laying in bed, tapping her fingers the way she always did when she was nervous, waiting for the shit to hit the fan.
For Arizona, however, it was almost a good thing that she was called to the living room. She hated the idea of sitting around while her baby was sick. She didn't really believe that Aaliyah had a life threatening illness... exactly, but she still hated not being able to make her all better.
She ran to the hallway as soon as she was called, and stopped herself sharply, almost falling flat on her face, before she reached the living room, where she walked as normally as possible, not wanting to give Calliope the satisfaction. Calliope had bet her that she couldn't relax if she'd tried. And to think, Callie was the down to earth mom.
But as soon as Ari saw the pile of puke and their crying daughter, who was being soothed by Calliope, she couldn't have cared less if she proved Callie right. she grabbed her keys and said she was taking Liyah to the hospital. Callie let her without argument, even though she knew it was an over reaction. She also knew not to mess with a scared mother. She stayed behind to clean up the mess, hands adorned in 2 sets of gloves as she scrubbed the fowl contents of her daughter's stomach from the carpetting. She used the mini hand held steam cleaner to clean as deep as she could, and when she was done, she tied off the plastic bag which held Arizona's scrub cap. Afterwards, she waited for her two girls to get home.
A few hours later, after every test imaginable was performed on their seven year old, Ari and Aaliyah made their way home. Liyah was asleep in Arizona's arms, her own pudgy little arms snaked around her mommy's neck. Arizona was just grateful she was so petite or she would have had to wake her and make her walk to the apartment. Together, the women tucked their daughter into bed, who happened to have "just a cold," and Calliope guided Arizona to the bar in the kitchen.
She poured her a glass of wine and told her they needed to talk. This was a sensitive issue and Callie didn't want to upset her love. "Arizona... there comes a time when the things- when the things we love have to leave us." Callie started, unsure at first, but eventually her voice grew stronger. Arizona stared at her with a calm exterior.
"I can be calm..."
she thought to herself. Callie had wished to herself that for once, her girl wouldn't be so relaxed. It only made it harder to tell her, because she looked like she couldn't even imagine anything bad could happen to her. But she continued.
"Sometimes we grow apart from the things we love, and after so many years I hope you feel the same way I do about it. I mean it was getting old anyway." Arizona couldn't keep calm any longer. She threw her wine glass at Callie, not hard enough to hurt her, just to let her know how upset she was.
"How dare she leave me! She wouldn't! She... she asked me for a family and I gave her a daughter. We're married! I married her!"
"Arizona, what the- okay.." Callie stopped herself from cursing. "Okay, I know you're upset but lets be rational... no need to throw things, its really not a big deal." Arizona began to ball her eyes out. She picked up the wine bottle but couldn't throw it. She didn't have the energy to pick herself up, or even lift her head up, as it was being focused on releasing the sea of tears she was crying. And even though Callie was saying these hurtful things, she didn't really want to hurt her. She loved her so much, even still.
Callie stared blankly at her, trying to figure out why she would be so upset over a scrub cap. She thought she would frown, and maybe mourn her scrub cap for a few minutes; not try to kill her. "Maybe Danny gave it to her.. Maybe it was the last thing she had of him." Calliope wrapped her arms around her frantic wife, shooshing her. "Baby doll, shh... it's okay, it's OK! Look we can get you another one, with... uh.. doughnuts on it, yeah! And sprinkles! It'll be cute. Hush now baby you'll wake Aaliyah." She rubbed her back as the blonde took in her words. They didn't make sense. Something didn't add up.
"Another wha... What?" Arizona blubbered out.
"Scrub cap?" Realization punched Callie square in the jaw. "Oh, right! I never got to that part... Liyah was playing doctor and she got sick on your scrub cap. I put it in a bag, I didn't know if you'd want to keep it." The latina explained with her hands. Arizona stood up, her tears has come to a halt. She stared silently into Callie's eyes with a pair of dark greyish blue ones; eyes that had been crying a flood capable of the apocolypse a few minutes ago. She stood there staring her down for a few minutes before she yelled in a rant so quick and full of various tones that Callie hadn't really understood any of it. "Is this what it's like when I speak Spanish?" She pondered. All she knew by the end of Arizona's rant was that somehow Ari thought she was going to divorce her, and that for punishment she was going to withold sex for a week. Two of the more important points to have picked up on.
When Arizona finally calmed down, she threw the scrub cap in the trash and said a silent goodbye. She had loved that cap but in comparison to what she just thought was happening, it really didn't matter. Suffice it to say, Calliope didn't recieve sex for a whole week, and she learned to be more direct when she had bad news to deliver.
The women thought back to that day and were able to laugh about it now. Their relationship had lasted through many tough times that only made them stronger, and they knew they had that forever kind of love. Even Arizona couldn't doubt that anymore.
They joined hands once again and continued their walk, marveling at the butterflies, the small, serene fish pond, and the flowers along the way. Further down the trail they came to a park that overlooked Seattle. They sat down on the familiar bench they'd found an oasis in over the years and instantly snuggled up together. The two talked a while about their jobs, about what movie they wanted to see, what food they were thinking of getting at Chief's - anything but the kids. Kids were a non topic on date night. Date night, whether spent in a park, at a fudgery, in a movie theatre, or in a restaurant, was their "Spain."