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Chapter Fifty-Nine
Hope you enjoy! I actually had the chapter ready for a few days now, but for some reason I couldn't upload to the website. Sorry for the delay. I try to get the chapters up as soon as I can.
AN: FYI, both point of views in this chapter.
Callie's POV
"Okay so your parents took Sofia with them to go pick up some things for the shower." I say stepping into the bathroom where Arizona just finished taking a shower. Per usual, she is standing in front of the mirror in a matching black set of a bra and underwear. Quickly my mind has déjà vu to the last time I walked into the bathroom with my wife standing in only her under garments. Hopefully I have better luck this time.
"Callie, look how big I am." She says brushing her hair and squinting at her body.
"Oh no, no, no. We are not having this conversation again." I step in front of her between the bathroom counter and her body, taking the brush from her hand and placing on the countertop next to me. "Today is a good day. It's your baby shower! Your mom and Aria put work into this. Your friends and cousins from out of town are coming over. Some folks from the hospital as well, just think about all the fun games and gifts you get to play with and enjoy."
"We already have everything we need in the nursery and baby games don't seem that much fun to me."
"Okay…well there will be lots of food! I picked up the cupcakes myself this morning and they look delicious."
"Ohhh…" She says curling her lips in a smile, "did you get the pretzels?"
"Yes, I got the pretzels, babe." Arizona has been obsessed with chocolate covered pretzels for the past month. Every night she keeps a small bowlful on the nightstand on her side of the bed, but ends up asking me to go back downstairs and get more. That got old after a week so instead I put a bag of chocolate covered pretzels in her nightstand drawer so I don't have to keep going back downstairs. Sometimes in the middle of the night I can hear her open the drawer, dig out a few and eat them. Then she takes a couple big gulps of water from the glass she brings up every night. She lets out a soft, satisfied groan, gives me a kiss on the cheek and roll back over to fall back to sleep. She thinks I'm sleep and don't notice, but I do and it's so cute.
"Best. Wife. Ever."
"Ehhh, I do what I can." Leaning forward to give her a kiss.
"See, this is what I mean. You literally have to lean over my belly to reach my mouth to kiss me. I'm huge!"
"New rule, every time you say you're huge I'm going to call myself fat."
"That's ridiculous you're not even remotely fat and you shouldn't talk bad about your body."
"My point exactly! No more body shaming." I state firmly. Deep down I know she doesn't think she's fat, huge, or whatever word she choses for herself lately, but the mirror does show something different. I can't count all the time I called myself names, but I never really meant it.
"Fine," She says with a slight huff. "Did you talk to your sister this morning?"
"No, I've called her a bunch of times and she's not answering. I still can't believe she just said she wasn't coming." When Arizona told me the news last night about Aria not coming I was upset. She and Barbara worked on this baby shower together. It doesn't make sense that she would just bail all of a sudden. Something isn't right, but I haven't been able to get a hold of her.
"I guess she'll call you back when she gets time."
"She better, cause right now I have a few not nice words I want to say to her."
"None of that, she might be going through something. I'm sure she has her reasons."
"Whatever." I say dismissively. "On a brighter note, you look nice today. I like this set you're wearing." Motioning my hand up and down her body, leaning my back against the counter to get a good look at her.
"This little get up?" She plays, looking down at herself, "Just something I picked up the other day from the store."
"Well it looks nice." I say straightening myself up.
"It does, huh?" She says giving me a sultry look.
"Mhmm." I grin nodding my hand in confirmation. I look forward again to recapture her lips in a slow, warm kiss. My hands are placed securely at each hip and her arms wrap around my neck holding me close. I start nipping and kissing at her jawline and neck, which gets a few giggles from her. Like a bee to honey, my hands slowly make their way to her firm ass that I can help but give a gentle squeeze. Sometimes I just can't help myself and I'm not even ashamed. That ass does not quit.
"I see someone is a little handsy." My wife whispers in a low tone.
"Can't help myself." I say pulling back a little and giving her another kiss. Truth be told, I love pregnant Arizona. I mean I love regular Arizona too, but watching her go through this pregnancy is amazing to me. Besides a few mood swings and a couple weird cravings – which are completely normal – she's been great. I know that isn't the case for every pregnant woman so I consider myself lucky. Even better, she lets me touch her basically whenever I want. Every now and then she isn't in the mood, but when she is it's honestly the best thing ever. Sometimes she initiates sex and other time I do, either way she has given me free range to touch and roam all over her body. "We do have the house to ourselves…"
"So what do you suggest we do?" Thinking we could move to the bed, I shake that thought and something else pops into my mind.
"I think you should stay right here…" Moving her back just an inch to give me some room, "and I'll stay down here." I say kneeling before her. I reach up to hook my thumbs into her underwear and I pull them down slowly. She moves to step out of them, and I toss them to the side. Positioning my face right in front of her center, I can already smell her sweet scent. Grooming has never been an issue for us, but I do notice it's not what Arizona usually has going on down here. I'm not one to judge, and I surely don't care. At the end of the day, pussy is pussy and I'll take Arizona's any way I can. I bring two fingers up to begin stroking her folds. I try to look up at her, but some of her stomach gets in the way.
"You know we have a bed like twenty feet away right?" She offers, but I know she doesn't really want to move there right now but the hesitation in her voice.
"I know…" Licking my two fingers that have collected someone of her wetness, I flick my tongue out, dipping my head just enough to get the perfect angle, and give her a long lick along her now wet folds. "but I don't really want to stop, unless you want me too."
"Please don't, baby." She says, pushing my head back to where she wants me. Giving her more licks, and collecting her juices with each roll of my tongue I feel her stance open up and expose more of her wet core to me. Being greedy, I put some more force into my licks and kisses savoring everything she's giving me. She leans forward just a tad to grip her hands on the counter top and that reminds to slow down some and be mindful of my eight and a half month pregnant wife. Soft moans escape her lips while her arousal begins to cover my mouth and chin. She begins rocking herself against my mouth, essentially riding herself against me. "Uh huh, uh huh, keep going baby." She gasps out above me. Keeping in time with our rhythm, I bring my fingers up and slowly enter her with ease. I start a steady pump in and out of her, but that quickly turns into thrusts as I add more energy. Feeling my wife move against my fingers just turns me on more, so I replace my fingers with my tongue needing to have more of her.
"Fuck Callie!" She yelps and grinds down harder against my stiffened, pink muscle. She tastes so fucking good I wish I could just do this all day.
Her arousal is coating the lower half of my face, but I don't care, I love it. Knowing she's almost at her peak I withdraw my tongue and use my fingers to part her wet folds. Without missing a beat, I wrap my lips around her aroused clit and suck on it. A loud groan rips from her mouth and I continue to suck. I dart my tongue out to flick and massage her bundle of nerves, giving it everything I can. I hear curse words fly out her mouth as she rocks furiously against me. I trail my hands up the back of her thighs to her ass. I give it another squeeze and use it as a little leverage to pull me even closer to her center. A lick or two later she comes. I feel her lean her body on the countertop to recover. Me? I'm just happy to be stuck between her legs as she comes down from her high. The smell of her invades my nose, but I ignore it and start licking her liquid juices that are rolling down her inner thighs.
"Damn Ari you taste good." I trail my tongue along her wet folds some more, but a light tug of the hair stops me.
"Callie, Callie come up her." She says. Reluctantly I move out from between her legs and stand up behind her. She turns around to thrust her tongue into my mouth for a sloppy kiss. Pushing her back, I help her up onto the countertop and unhook her bra tossing it aside. Even with the belly barrier between us, I dip down to take a pink nipple into my mouth.
"God Callie, that feels great." Arizona moans out, arching up for me to take more of her in my mouth while tangling her fingers into my hair. She grasps my head and pulls me up for another passionate kiss, sucking my tongue into her mouth in the process. When we part for air, I stare at the still sex-filled haze surrounding her face. "How come I'm always naked and you still have clothes on?"
"I don't know, I guess it just happens that way." She reaches for the tissue box in the corner, takes one out, and begins wiping my face.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't do that. I like you on my face." I tease wantonly, moving her hand away. "Every time I lick my lips I still get a taste." I say demonstrating.
"Callie, stop being weird." She giggles and swats me on the shoulder. "A taste is one thing, but look at you." I glance at myself in the mirror and see what she's talking about. My face is still gleaming with her arousal, but to me it's just a badge of honor.
"So?" I shrug, running my hands up and down her smooth thighs that are lightly wrapped around my waist.
"Soooo, I don't want me all over you when people starting showing up for the baby shower."
"I guess I understand what you mean." I say playfully rolling my eyes.
"I think our little guy is excited." Arizona says putting her hands on her stomach. "He's moving again." I place my hands on her belly too and sure enough he's kicking in there.
"Has he been waking you up at night?"
"Not really. At night he doesn't really kick, I can just feel him rolling around in there."
"He's ready to come out!"
"Yeah, well he needs to hold on through the party. I don't really want my water to break in front of dozens of people. After that it's fair game." She puts out a hand, and I help her come down off the counter. "I'm in need of a post-sex pre-party nap." She says waddling her little naked body into the bedroom. Following her, I watch as she changes into some more comfortable clothes and make herself comfy in bed. I think about joining her, but my phone ringing distracts me.
"Oh maybe it's Aria!" I retrieve my phone and thankfully it's my sister. "I'm going to go finish up downstairs and take this call. You have a couple of hours before people come over."
"Mmmkay, wake me up in one though. Otherwise I'll sleep through the party."
"Okay, love you." I say giving her a quick kiss and answering my phone.
"And wash your face!" She yells once I close the bedroom door behind me.
"Aria would be like inform me on why your missing the baby shower you planned?!" I spit angrily into the phone.
"Callie, I—"
"I mean the day before too? That's just rude!" I say moving downstairs into the laundry room to get a fresh washcloth.
"Callie."
"Sofia wanted to see you too! So did Barbara and Daniel!" Wetting the cloth with some warm water from the laundry room sink, I wipe my face and throw it in the dirty clothes pile.
"Callie I swear to God, shut up!"
"You better have a good excuse, Aria."
"Mom is in the hospital."
"So?"
"So…she's in the freakin' hospital, Callie!"
"Is she dying?"
"Well not exactly, but—"
"Then I don't care."
"Callie, that's a little harsh."
"I'm sorry, but she made herself perfectly clear about what she thinks about me and my family. I have no compassion."
"I can tell by your tone." She snaps. "She's our mom, Callie. The lady who gave you life, the woman dad married, the person I still call mom." Scoffing at the last comment, I do relax some and soften my voice.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She has - well had a brain tumor. They removed it, but there are some post surgery complications. She's hasn't woken up yet, but the doctor's insist that everything went well."
"Waking up a little later then usual is not uncommon."
"Still, it's a little weird to see her just passed out on breathing tubes. I'm a little scared, Callie." Aria says with a wavering tone.
"Aria, I'm sure she will be okay. Just give it time. Is dad there?"
"Yeah and he has the best people working on her but all we can do is wait."
"So then listen to the doctors and wait."
"Damn it, Callie! Can't you just act like you care or something?"
"Aria, what do you want to me do? I can't make her wake up. I'm not leaving Seattle to fly down there and be at her side so when she wakes up she can just disown me again. In case you forgot I have a pregnant wife, a daughter, and close to thirty people coming to my house in a matter of hours. I'm sorry this happened, and I'm sorry you're going through this, but I'm done with mom. And I'm quite positive she's done with me."
"So what, should I just call you if she dies?" She quips heatedly.
"Yeah, either you or dad."
"Callie, are you fucking serious right now? Show some damn respect. You're a doctor for goodness sake."
"What do you want me to do, Aria? I'm all ears."
"Can you just come down and talk to the doctors?"
"No, I'm not leaving Seattle right now."
"Aren't her parents there? Doesn't she have like two or three more weeks anyway before she pops?"
"Aria, I'm not missing the birth of my child so coming down is not an option." I state directly. "I can talk to one of the doctors over the phone or something if that would help. Honestly I'm not sure what that would do, but if it would make you feel better I can do it." I offer up. In the background I hear my dad's muffled voice.
"Calliope, it's your father. Your mother is sick, but hopefully when she wakes up she will be all better. I would've called you myself but everything transpired so quickly. I know Aria spoke with Arizona earlier about this…" What the hell did he just say? "…it's a shame that she can't be there for the party. I'm sure it will be lovely. If everything goes well here – which I believe it will – I will be there for the birth of my grandson. It's not everyday a Torres man is welcomed into the world!" He boasts. "As soon as you are at the hospital let me know."
"I will dad, let me speak to Aria."
"Of course. Take care, love to the family, and I will call with updates." I hear him shuffle the phone over to my sister and then talk to whom I can only assume is a doctor.
"Callie…"
"You told Arizona about this?!"
"I just wanted to let her know I wouldn't be there today. I tried calling you but I got no answer." She quickly rants off.
"Then you call again or leave a message! Let me guess, you told her not to tell me?"
"Yeah…I just meant to tell her I wouldn't make it, but then she got all soft and compassionate and told me I could tell her anything so I spilled. It was before the surgery. If everything went well I probably wouldn't have told you about the surgery, but now that she hasn't woken up I just thought I should let you know."
"Why ask my wife to lie though?"
"Not lie…just wait until I had more information."
"Whatever," I start, taking a deep breath and collecting my emotions. "Look, if there is no change significant change call me again and maybe I can do something. In the mean time be positive, think good thoughts. Pray with father. I'm sure the hospital has a chapel. Trust me, mom is tough she will pull through."
"You think so?"
"Yes. She had surgery, everyone reacts different to it. What kind of tumor was it?"
"I don't know, a small one? They found it after she fell and hit her head. It's supposedly not life-threatening."
"Okay then, so that's good. Cheer up. Be strong for dad, he will try and distract himself with work or doing frivolous things, but keep an eye on him."
"I will. Tell Arizona I'm sorry and update her on mom. I'm really sorry about everything."
"It's fine. Do what you have to do. Call me with any changes." I say before hanging up the phone. I honestly don't know what to make of all of this. Yes, she's my mother but she made it clear that I'm not her daughter anymore. Am I a little sad? Sure, maybe a tad, but not enough to drop all my responsibilities here and dash off to Miami.
Arizona's POV
I swear I've never seen so much baby blue in my life. The whole lower lever of my house is baby blue. If it wasn't clear that I was having a boy, it's pretty damn clear now. The party started just over an hour ago and to my mom's credit it's not too bad. I told her that I wasn't thrilled about today's festivities, but so far it's been nice.
"Look what we made mommy." Callie says sitting down next to me on the couch and plopping our daughter down between us. "Show her Sof." She urges. Sofia passes a blank onesie that she decorated all by herself. It's basically a whole bunch of scribbles, but it came from Sofia so I love it. When I turn it over onto the back, "Torres" is clearly written in Callie's handwriting, with the number four just below it. We decided to give our boy the last name Torres so he could match with Sofa instead of one being "Torres" and the other "Robbins-Torres". In the end, he's my son and that's all that matters.
"Thank you, Sofia." I say giving her a kiss. She crawls into my lap and rests her head against my chest and puts a small hand on my belly.
"I need my camera!" My mom shouts. Whipping out her phone she motions for us to get closer and takes our pictures. "That's for the scrapbook! Time for baby Bingo!" My mom says, which gets a cheer from my party guests.
A couple of Bingo! Rounds later and three full cups of a blue drink, I decide to go upstairs to relieve myself. Once I'm done I open the bathroom door to find my cousin Shelly standing in my room. Shelly, Shelly, Shelly. She's an interesting character to say the least. In my opinion she's your typical All-American girl, who is sometimes still stuck in the 1950s. She went to college to pursue a career, got married, and stopped her career to become a mother of two and essentially a permanent housewife. I showed up to her house one day, with the white picket fence and all, and she had a freshly made apple pie waiting in the kitchen. Every night she has dinner prepared for when her husband comes home from work and breakfast bright and early waiting for him in the morning. She's happy with her life and that's all that matters. Is her kind of life for me? Hell no, but it works for her. That being said, she's religious, traditional, and firm in her beliefs. I was nervous to tell her I was gay for those very reasons and the fact that she can harshly judgmental sometimes when things aren't up to her standards, but over time she welcomed it more and now she seems to be completely fine with it. She's really the only cousin I stayed in contact with when we moved around a lot.
"Shelly!"
"Arizona!" She greets me turning around. I give her a big hug and smile. "I don't mean to snoop, but I just thought I would give myself a tour of the house. It's wonderful, Arizona."
"Thank you. We really like it here."
"I'm so, so sorry I missed the wedding. Little Elijah came down with a horrible stomach bug and I had to stay with him. Matthew has to work so he couldn't watch him. Your mother tells me it was something out of a magazine." She gushes.
"Yeah, it was really special. I'm sure I can dig up some pictures from it."
"That would be great! I still can't believe my cousin is pregnant! I thought I would never see the day. The day you told me you didn't want kids I think I almost died a little inside." She jokes. It's true, I was notorious about not having kids but thankfully that has changed. "Let's sit," Shelly says motioning to the bed. "How's Seattle? How's life?"
"Everything is really good." I say taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "My job is great, Sofia is growing everyday, and Callie is just perfect."
"I can tell by the way you talk you're a happy person. I met Callie earlier, she seems very nice. A doctor I hear?"
"Mhmm, she's an orthopedic surgeon." I confirm proudly. My wife is a badass and everyone should know.
"Now if you don't mind me asking," She begins carefully, I can only imagine what she's about to say. "What is she?"
"What is she?" I ask back confused.
"I guess what I meant to say is where is she from?"
"Ohh, she's from Miami."
"And her parents?"
"They are from Miami too, as well as her sister." For some reason I don't think that's the answer she was looking for so I decide to put her out of her internal debate. "Her grandparents are from Mexico if that's what you're wondering."
"Ohhhh, yeah. I just didn't want to assume. Everyone tries to be politically correct these days."
"I get it."
"So it works for you guys? What about the cultural divide or whatever?" Shelly and her nosey questions, I swear there is never a dull moment with her.
"I'm not dumb. I know I'm white and she's of Mexican descent, but we don't make it a big issue simply because it isn't one. It doesn't divide us, if anything we embrace it. She reads nighttime stories to Sofia sometimes in Spanish cause that's how she was raised as a little girl. I hope she does the same thing with our son too."
"But do you even know Spanish?"
"I mean I stopped taking classes after freshman year in college, but I'm willing to learn again. Especially as Sofia and our son grow up. If anything I'll be smarter for knowing two languages instead of just one. It's more then just language though; we grew up so different yet we have many similarities. A mean a year ago we were out at a bar and some drunk guy made some comments to us, while I'm used to some rude or suggestive comments because I'm gay, it was different when it dealt with our race, particularly Callie's. I was completely taken back by it."
"What happened?"
"I think he saw us kiss and for some reason couldn't understand why I was with her. He said it jokingly and maybe he thought it was funny, but it wasn't. I was raised to respect all people, regardless of anything. I wanted to say something, I really did but I was a little in shock. Callie said something back to him and then she said something again in Spanish. Thy guy didn't think either of us would say anything so he was surprised when Callie did. Five minutes later we paid our bill and left. We didn't really say anything afterwards. I'm not in her shoes, I don't know how it truly effected her, but it's just something that happened."
"That's deep."
"It didn't hit me again until I thought about how I would feel if someone called Sofia names or our little boy names. Sofia is biracial and our little guy will be to. It would honestly crush my soul if someone spoke to them in that manner. And even if they weren't, I would still them to stand up for what's right, and what that man said was wrong. I'll do anything to protect my family, but sometimes I won't be able to defend them from the harsh realities of life. Then you add the whole gay parents thing. People don't want gay people to me married, let alone be allowed to raise a family."
"I think its bullshit. A kid just wants to be loved, and if two people from the same sex can provide that then what's the issue?"
"Trust me, I agree! But some people don't. Even when we're out as just a family we've gotten looks. Truthfully, no look is better then any look."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you and Matthew get looks when you're out as a family?"
"No, not particularly."
"Exactly, people just walk by minding their own business. I don't want the looks. I just want to live my life, and for the most part no one pays attention to it, but when people nod their head in acknowledgment or shake their head with disgust they are acknowledging that we're different. In reality we're not, we are just a normal family."
"You're so strong for putting up with all of that."
"Thanks, but I don't see it as being strong or brave. I'm just me being me, and I just want people to respect that. There's nothing special or magical about it."
"So you mean the whole thing about lesbians having super magical powers is just a myth?" Shelly says laughing, lightening the mood that took a surprisingly serious turn.
"Total myth."
"You know I've always been a little jealous of you, Arizona."
"Really, why?"
"Because you get to live your life how you really want."
"Is Shelly Jamison a secret lesbian?!" I ask for my own amusement.
"You wish, but ever since the kids were born I haven't worked. Don't get me wrong, I love my children, but I miss working. I was a damn good businesswoman, but when I met Matthew and had the kids he just assumed I would quit my job and to his credit I did. But sometimes I miss it, and I see you and my friends working and being full-time moms. Clearly it's possible."
"Of course it is! Talk to Matthew, maybe he will understand. You have to be happy with your life, it's too short not to be. Matthew seemed nice the few times I met him. Talk it out and see if you guys can came up to some sort of compromise."
"I know you've got a lot going on, but we're only an hour or two from your parents in Virginia. Bring the family sometime and come visit us."
"Of course I will!" I say giving her a hug. A knock on the door interrupts us.
"Arizona, your mom wants you to come downstairs and open the gifts." Callie says peaking her head in.
"I'll met you downstairs, make sure you open my gift first. It's the best. Shelly says giving me a wink and getting up to walk out the room.
"Shelly, right?" Calliope asks once my cousin is gone.
"Yep."
"She's nice, a little odd, but nice. She asked to see a picture of Sofia's dad."
"Don't mind her." Callie crosses the room to sit next to me.
"You okay? You seem like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders." She says brushing some of my hair out my face.
"I'm alright, just thinking about us. Have I told you today that I love being your wife?"
"No, but I love being yours too." Callie says kissing my cheek.
"And I love that you're the mother of my kids."
"Is this the emotional stage of the pregnancy?" She clowns lightly.
"Calliope, I'm being serious!" I fake pout.
"Fine, fine. I love that too, and I can't wait to have even more kids with you!"
"Whoa, whoa. Let's get this nugget out first."
"Speaking of, let's go open your gifts!"
The amount of gifts I got was astounding. I don't think we will need to buy anything besides diapers and wipes for a while. Once the party was over it was just my parents, myself, and Sofia and Callie left at the house. Callie and my dad put together some of the gifts I got, Sofia and my mom spend some quality one-on-one time, and I prepare myself a warm bath. Sinking into the water, my body says a silent thank you. Now the waiting game begins. My little guy could come in one day or one month. Hopefully he won't be too late because I don't know if I'll survive that long. As each day passes I get a bit more nervous. I've never been around a newborn. Sofia was the youngest baby I've been around for an extended period of time. They are just so small and tiny, and completely helpless. I just want to do a good job and raise him to be a strong, honorable Robbins boy. Much like my father and brother.
"Hey you." My wife purrs walking into the bathroom. "How's the soak?"
"Good, you want to join me?"
"Nah, I think I'm good. I'm enjoying the view." She says taking a seat on the edge of the tub. "So I talked to Aria earlier and I know you two talked about my mom."
"She told me not to tell. She wanted to tell you herself." I say quickly coming to my defense.
"I know. I'm not mad her, a little bit I am but I more upset about the situation. I thought I was done with her. Not in the death sense, but just done. Somehow she creeps her way back into my life. Even inadvertently."
"How is she?"
"Stable I guess. She had the surgery but she hasn't woken up yet."
"Is that normal?"
"It's not un-normal. I don't have the exact details about everything."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to keep my phone handy and stay here. I have one more week before my maternity leave starts. Then it will be the four of us waiting for the forth member to join us."
"You could go down for a day or two. I could ask my parents to stay."
"No, I'm staying put. I'm where I need to be." I decide to leave that up to her. I know she will do what she thinks is best.
"Well since you're here do you think you can help me up?" I ask stretching out a hand. The last thing I need is to fall on my ass in a slippery tub. With my wife's help I successfully get out the tub and prepare myself for bed.
The next morning was a lazy one. My mother made breakfast for everyone and now we're eating together in the dining room with no rush.
"So I got some cute thank you notes, you could work on those during your time off." My mother suggests.
"Yeah I'll start on those soon. I want to go over the gifts one more time."
"I think Sofia got a little jealous at all of the new toys." My dad states.
"She has plenty of toys, give her five minutes in her room and it'll look like a tornado."
"Nado!" My daughter says cheerfully waving her arms. "Doorbell!"
"I think it might be Shelly, she said would stop by before going back home."
"I'll get it." My father says getting up from the table.
"Pop Pop! Up! Up! Pwease." Sofia says wanting to be lifted out her seat.
"Arizona, let me just stay. Once the point of all this flying." My mom says once again. She 's been coming up with little excuses to stay and I think she's wearing me down. I might as well let her stay.
"No way!"
"Arizona, I beg your pardon."
"Babe…"
"No, not you mom. I mean no way to that." I say look forward. From my position I can slightly see the door, my mom and wife both have their backs to it.
"It's Tim!" My mom shouts turning around.
"Did you know?"
"No, no I swear! I knew he'd be home soon, but I never got a permanent date." She says hurriedly getting up from the table. I get up as well and shuffle over to the door.
"Totally not me, babe." My wife whispers in my ear.
"You sure you're not having twins there, sis?!" He says giving me a huge half hug. His other arm was occupied with an excited Sofia.
"Callie what are you feeding my sister? She's huge!" Tim says giving my wife a half hug as well.
"Yeah I wouldn't say that." She says right before I punch him in the arm.
"What are you doing here?"
"Told you I would be back! Came here first, didn't even stop in Maryland. I see that was a good idea since mom and dad are both here."
"I'm glad y-you're here." I say taking a gasp of breath.
"You okay, Arizona?" He asks putting a hand on my shoulder. Maybe it was the excitement of Tim or maybe its just time but I feel wetness. A lot of wetness. I felt a few cramps earlier but maybe they were disguised as contractions. Either way I'm pretty sure my water just broke.
"Yeah, but my water just broke." I say slightly calm. I read it's bad to freak out and stress so I'm trying to stay calm but I'm not sure how much longer that will last.
"Wait are you serious?" My wife asks. "We have like two more weeks. You're early, this is early!"
"Yes I'm serious! Callie do something!"
"Uh-oh." Sofia says pointing at the ground at the small puddle of fluid is collecting.
"Gross!" Time says scrunching his face.
"He's here! Daniel the baby is here!" My mother shouts too loudly for my liking.
"Babe are you having contractions?"
"No…scratch that yesss." I yelp when I feel something rip through my body. Cramps my ass, this boy is coming now!
"Okay, okay sit down." Callie motions me back to one of the chairs in the living room. "Um, we aren't prepared. I mean we are, but we're not. We didn't pack your bag yet. Crap. Let me call Dr. Caplan. He should be here for this right?" She says pacing in front of me. "Of course he should be here! He's your doctor. Um where's my phone? Wait, he may be at the hospital. We should get you to the hospital! Where are my car keys!?"
"We're coming with you!" My mom yells delightedly.
"NO!" I bark out. How am I the only sane one right now?
"Callie your keys are where they always are, on the countertop next to the toaster. You will grab your keys, put me in the car, and drive me to Seattle Grace."
"Mom and Dad, you stay here until Callie calls you from said hospital. Tim stay here with Sofia until Callie calls you when stuff starts speeding up. Look in our room and pack me a bag."
"What am I supposed to pack?"
"TIM! Clothes and toiletries. Use your brain! Pack some things for Sofia too. Drive my car, mom and dad have a rental."
"Everyone clear?!"
"Crystal….yep…whatever you say." They each mumble out.
"Callie, take me to the hospital right now!" I say gripping her wrist. A quick stop to pick up keys and phones an soon I'm in my wife's car dressed in my pajamas.
"Bailey, it's Callie. I'm ten minutes out with Arizona. Her water broke and she's having contractions." She yells into her phone that's on speaker.
"How far along are the contractions?" Callie looks to me and I just shrug. I haven't been timing them.
"We're not sure."
"Torres!"
"I know, I know." She said letting out a defeated sigh. "Just be ready." She hangs up the phone and makes her way through the traffic. Staring straight ahead I think about everything that's about to happen, but it all boils down to one thing. I turn to face my wife who is focused on the road.
"Calliope, we're having a baby." I say flatly. She turns to flash me a bright smile.
"We're having a baby."
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