A continuation of 9x12. I hope you enjoy :)

Callie walked through the halls of the hospital, ready to go home with her daughter on her hip. Although her wife's surgery was due to finish soon, Callie knew her wife wouldn't be home for another couple of hours. Sofia squealed as they rounded a corner and nearly ran into her God-mother.
"Hey, how did the Africa kid do?"

Cristina played with Sofia's little hands as she rolled her eyes.
"Your wife is bonkers. She had Karev running around stabbing her with scalpels, and Owen yelling at her to 'calm the waves' – what's up with that?"

Before Callie had a chance to answer, Cristina's pager beeped loudly.
"Crap, 911 on my heart attack dude. Later!"

The cardio fellow disappeared, leaving a very confused Callie to watch her go.

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After putting Sofia to bed, Callie popped a casserole into the oven to share with her wife. She heard Arizona's keys in the door as she poured two glasses of wine.
"Hey. Is she asleep already?" The blonde asked, setting her keys down.
"Yeah, about a half hour ago, she was wiped." Callie explained, handing Arizona a glass.
"Thank you. So how was your day?"

Callie shrugged, taking a sip of her wine.
"Not as eventful as yours, it would seem."

After receiving only a confused look from her wife, Callie elaborated.
"I ran into Yang after your Africa kid surgery; apparently Karev was just a little too scalpel happy."

Arizona cringed. She hadn't anticipated Yang mentioning anything to Callie, but with the way information circulated at the hospital, she should have seen it coming.

"Its not just happening at night, is it?" Callie asked. Her tone wasn't accusatory, just understanding. Arizona sighed, taking her wife's hand and guiding them both to the comfort of the couch.

"No, it's not just happening at night. It's happening in surgery now too. Owen has been trying to give me techniques for how to handle it, but today it got so bad that I yelled at Karev to stab me in the foot. That efficiency chick thinks I'm crazy now." Arizona chuckled softly, her eyes trained on her wine glass.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Callie asked softly.
"I didn't want one more thing to be about my leg."
"Sweetie, when I said that everything was about your leg, I meant you using it as an excuse not to do things, I never wanted you to hide your pain from me, ever."

Arizona glanced into her wife's concerned eyes.
"I know, Calliope, I know. I just…I need to start being your wife again, which means I can't be your patient anymore. That's why I went to Owen. In retrospect I should have told you about it though. I didn't hide it from you to be spiteful."

The brunette smiled softly, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to her wife's waiting lips.
"I get it, I do. I'd probably have gone all 'ortho' on you, but promise me that you'll tell me next time and I'll be there for you, in a wife capacity only."

Arizona nodded.
"I promise."

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Callie was pulled from a peaceful sleep at some undetermined point of the night. Glancing quickly at the nightstand, she saw that it was a little after 3am. Before she could wonder what had woken her, a soft whimper was heard from her wife, who was sitting up.
"Arizona? Is it hurting again?"

The blonde nodded, turning to face Callie.
"I'm sorry I woke you."
"Hey, don't be. We made a promise, remember. Can you lay back down for me?"
"Huh?"
"Lie down for me." Callie repeated, watching as Arizona winced before complying. The brunette snaked a hand over her wife's stomach, brushing her fingers against the skin she found under her shirt. Moving slowly, Callie placed feather-like kisses to Arizona's shoulder, moving to her clavicle before trailing her lips slowly up her neck.

Arizona frowned softly, unsure of Callie's actions, but as her wife whispered for her to let go, the pain seemed to dissipate entirely, leaving only the familiar feeling of her wife's lips against hers.

Callie pulled away a few minutes later, gazing into appreciative blue eyes.
"Better?"

The blonde nodded.

"That was much better than Owen's technique."