Ok so i finally, finally wrote down the story. And it turned out a little different from the others, but I hope you still enjoy it. Would love to hear from you what you think about this one.
And about updates on my other story, I'm working on it. Should be up in a day or two.

Disclaimer :All characters belong to Shonda, I'm simply playing with them :)

"You can't make the phone ring by staring at it, hon" I tell Arizona wrapping her in a hug from behind as she is seated on the kitchen stool and place my head on her shoulder. I feel the tension flowing out from her as she allows herself to relax against me. But she doesn't respond immediately. When I turn my head to look at her I find her eyes closed and they open only when I place a light kiss on her cheeks "You ok?" I ask her gently.

"hmm…" is all the reply I get.

So I just continue to hold her tighter to my chest for a few more minutes. I think this is the best part of being married that I like. The sex and the fun and happy times are great, but these quite moments when we can both just connect, when we can both understand each other without words and can be the only source of comfort for one another, are my favourite moments. Our moment is interrupted by the "ding" of the microwave. I place another kiss on the side of her head and gently extract my arms "Dinner's ready. Let's eat something and then we can continue with that, and maybe add something more to the mix huh?" I ask her with a wink as I move to take out the plates from the microwave.

She simply laughs a little at that and then her eyes automatically flicker to her cell phone lying on the table. She lets a heavy sigh escape.
"You could just call you know, If you're so worried." I tell her as I put our plates down and settle down on the table next to her.
"I'm…" she runs her hand through her messy blonde hair "I'm not…" she meets my eye and she knows it's no use denying it so she lets out another frustrated sigh. "Aargh…ok. I'm worried. But I can't call them because I already spoke to them this afternoon and I don't want to be one of those over-bearing mothers who keep track of their child's every move. They should have their space." She speaks animatedly letting her hands join in in the talking, a sure-shot sign of Arizona Robbins "processing". So I decide to nudge her along.
"But if you are worried you should call, and once you know they are fine, you will feel better" I say and dig in to my food.
She considers it for a moment, just like I want her to. Then she shakes her head and let her shoulders sag "I just miss them. And the thought of them being alone out in the cold, dark forest scares me" she finishes with a pout.
Did I ever mention before my wife looks adorable with a pout. I believe she is the only grown woman I know who can pull off the pout as cute. I can't but laugh at her statement.
"Our kids are with their father on a camping trip just two and a half hours drive out of town. At a camping site that boasts of such wonderful amenities that it even seizes to be a proper camping experience, if I may add. And it's August, so even at such altitudes the weather is beautifully warm and dry." I smile as I cover her tiny hand with my own. "They are fine" I say with conviction. "And our initial doubts about Mark have been proved wrong and he's turned out to be a responsible father."
"I'm not doubting Mark's parenting skills. Of course he's a great dad. It's just…Usually it's just Mark and Sofia, but this time there's Timmy too. And it's his first time, and he's just so small and Sofia…Sofia is right now in her adventurous phase." She huffs out.
"Tim's eight. That's how old Sofia was when we let her go on her first camping trip. And as much as she loves her adventures, she takes her role as big sister quite seriously, especially when her mom's asked her specifically, you know?" I bend my head slightly and wait for Arizona to raise her eyes to meet mine. "Mark's got them."

When I don't get any response from her I decide to change tact "How old were you on your first camping trip?" I ask as I feed her a spoon of pasta from my plate.
She swallows. "Six. But that's irrelevant. I hated camping and was forced to go nevertheless. So you can't use that Calliope"
I laugh as I wipe the sauce from the side of her mouth "You hated them, but our kids actually love it! Did you see Timmy bouncing about the house yesterday? He's been reading up the brochures from Sofia's previous trips and he's even made a list of all the things he wants to do." She smiles at that. "And Sofia, well I'd be surprised if there's anyone at the hospital who hasn't heard from Sofia about their camping trip"
"Alex knows their schedule as well as us." She concedes with a small laugh. "You're the one responsible here. Coz they totally get that from you" she adds.

"Hey, did I complain when you decided to take them ice skating last winter? Me, an orthopaedic surgeon who has to operate on people getting hurt from all such stupid activities, did not complain when my beautiful wife who still uses Heelys, decided to take our children to such a dangerous activity." I say with mock seriousness and it gets an eye roll from Arizona. "The love for skating, that, they totally get from you." That evicts a smile from her but before she can say anything in her defence I continue "And if I remember correctly, I did manage to make you love camping didn't I?"
After a second's confusion, realization dawns on her and she colours lightly at that "Calliope, that's not really camping. It's Derek's trailer in the woods, and there's a proper bed and sexy lingerie" she adds the last part in a near perfect imitation of me.
"I remember you saying you love camping" I whisper as I lean closer to her.
"Well you kinda made me really happy before and I simply said that not to hurt your feelings you know" she whispers back.
"Kinda, huh?" I ask pulling back a little.
She lets out a quite laugh "Ok. Very very happy" she says as she leans in completely and captures my lips.

The kiss starts out slow but like all our kisses our emotions catch up to us and quickly it shifts from PG to Mature as I suck at her lips and she continues to concentrate solely on tasting mine and seems intent to draw blood from them. We only stop when I hear a small growling noise.

I laugh as I detach our lips, but I keep my forehead pressed against hers.
"Sorry" she says sheepishly.
"Someone's hungry" I say kissing the tip of her nose.
She chuckles "Haven't had anything since an early lunch. Then I had two back-to-back surgeries. Which was good, otherwise, I would have too much time worrying about the kids."
"And driving the Peds floor crazy" I add. She laughs but there is still that full-on blazing twinkling missing from her eyes.
"I miss them too. I miss them being noisy and fighting and competing with each other to be the first one to tell us about their days at school…and Timmy's tactics to avoid eating vegetables and Sofia's enthusiasm about the next crazy thing on the planet." She squeezes my hand. I smile.
"But you know what else I miss?" she raises her eyebrows at that.
"You. Me. And an empty house." I add with a wiggle of my eyebrows and I get the first loud, whole-hearted laugh of the entire evening.

"Rotate it to get an even toasted feel on all sides" I tell Timmy as I settle down next to him on the ground near the camp fire. But it only results in him twirling the skewer stuck with a marshmallow faster in his fingers.
"Not so fast." I scold him. But then I remember what mom told me, that I had to look out for him on his first camping trip. "Gently, like this" and I show him how to do it.
He draws his knees closer to his chest and puts his chin on top of it. I can tell he's scared, because he isn't talking much. And my brother, he usually talks a lot.
"Are you feeling cold?" I ask him.
He shakes his head slowly from side to side. But then there's a movement behind us in the bushes and he is startled. He unconsciously moves closer to me. "What was that?" he asks me in a whisper.
I try to see what it could be, but even after minutes nothing appears. "Just a wild rabbit I guess. The brochure says there are plenty of wild rabbits here. There aren't many wild animals on this side. They can be found only in the denser part of the forest." He seems only slightly relieved by that.
Talking to your patients helps to calm them down. I remember Mom's words.
"And besides animals are afraid of fire and we here have a huge camp fire" I gesture to the modest camp fire in front of us.
"Who told you that?"
"Mami. On my first camping trip when I felt afraid and I called back home, Mami told me that if I zipped up the tent nicely, listened to everything that daddy said and not wander far away, and kept a fire burning in front of the tent all night, I would be safe." He considers that for a moment and then nods. "Ok" and he gets back to concentrating on roasting his marshmallow.
"And then there's dad. If any animal came to attack us, I'm sure dad would be able to fight it off" we both glance towards the tent and we can see only dad's feet sticking out of the tent as the tent door flaps in the wind. Although I've never actually seen dad fight any animal before, or for that matter any man either, but just knowing that dad would be there with us, makes everything a little less frightening.
"Hey, it's done" I tell him drawing his attention back. I hold out a Graham's cracker with a chocolate and he gently places the marshmallow on it. I put another cracker on top of it and then hand it over to him. He takes the first bite and moans in delight.
"So how's your first ever self-made s'more?" I ask him gleefully.
"It's awesome!" he grins. "It's even better than the microwaved ones we make at home."
I laugh. "Let's not tell mom that." And he joins in.
"What are we not telling mom?" asks dad as he joins us on the ground. "The sleeping bags are ready. And if you guys want to be able to catch the sunrise tomorrow, you need to get into bed early." He says as he draws both of us close on either side of him. "So what are we not telling Arizona?"
"That camp s'more is tastier than microwaved s'more" Timmy answers and dad laughs "Ok. It's our secret!" and he holds out his pinky.
"Dad?" I ask him raising my head to look at him more clearly.
"Yes love?" he asks gently.
"Can we call mom and mami now to tell them good night?"
He understands and he nods. "Sure." He fishes out his cell from his pocket "It's quite surprising how Arizona hasn't called yet for an update you know."

We are settled in comfortably on the couch sipping wine and watching something mundane on tv. Callie's arm is wrapped around me and she draws lazy circles on the side of my shoulder. That's when the Callie's cell starts ringing. She stretches and picks up the phone from the side table and a huge smile appears on her face.
"It's them." And she puts them on loudspeaker.
"Hi babies" we chorus.
"Timmy is a baby, not me" we hear Sofia complain.
"Am not" we hear Timmy's voice next.
"Yes you are"
"Hey are you guys still fighting?" I ask them. "Isn't there a rule about no fighting during camping trips?"
"You just made that up right now, momma" answers Sofia "and no we aren't fighting. This is just healthy discussion" she quotes me.
Callie laughs loudly at that. "How was your day?" she asks.
"Great" Timmy answers. "We clicked loads of pictures. And we saw so many different birds and animals. You know…"
"Blah blah blah." Sofia cuts him off. "Dumbo, that's why we clicked loads of pictures, we'll tell you all about them when we come back." I can almost see her sticking her tongue out and Timmy pulling a face. "But right now, we called to say good night. Coz we need to go sleep early. So that we can get up early and watch the sunrise." She continues to babble.
"Good night mom. Good night mami" Timmy calls out too.
After our "good night"s and our "Love you"s are over we speak briefly to Mark who updates us on their upcoming activities and we finally switch off the cell with broad smiles on our face. It felt so good hearing my babies' voices. I can finally go to bed peacefully.
Callie is still looking at her cell with a dreamy look on her face and smiling when I nuzzle closer to her. She looks at me and I whisper "So what were you saying our plans are for tonight?"

SO did i succeed with it? Those of you who don't like Mark, I tried keeping his involvement to a minimum but this idea did need him, i mean i cant let the kids wander off all alone. So if you didnt like that part (Yes im aware that most of you Calzona fans dont like Mark) I would have to put it down to "The Story Demanded it"
Honestly, I'm running out of ideas for what happens over dinner so if you guys have ideas that you would like to share or have issues that you would like me to address, or you want to know more about them, please let me know, and I'll work with them. As of now, I have no new ideas.
So read and please review and let me know. Love- G