Hi everyone!

I know I said this would be a one-shot, but once I had written it, I wanted to continue and the follows, favs and reviews convinced me; so here is chapter 2. I hope you guys like it…

CALLIOPE

"I would like to see Sofia," whispered the woman in her arms.

Callie hugged her wife even tighter, scared that if she would release her, if she only let go a couple of inches, she would turn back into the woman that lay in the bed for whole days.

"Thank you," the tallest woman said, while tears were gathering in her eyes.

ARIZONA

She didn't know how to respond, as she couldn't get: "It's okay" or "It's fine" or "You're welcome" past her lips. She was still angry with her wife, but that rage didn't feel invincible any longer. When Callie was about to shut the door, Arizona was scared, but that fear wasn't new. Only this time, hearing that silence, realising Callie's combativeness was slowly decreasing, Arizona finally knew what to do. And after lying in bed for a month, staring at the opposite wall, listening to the empty apartment, that steadfastness came as a shock to her. Just for a couple of seconds, there was no anger, no fear, no doubt, only this sudden will to fight.
This came as a great surprise to herself. The constant moving during her youth meant she was used to leaving places. So when she found herself in trouble, Arizona Robbins would flee, instead of facing her problems, let alone actually solve them. But she couldn't run off now…
Literally… Arizona chuckled at her own thoughts and started to understand the dark humour of Meredith Grey and Christina Yang.
There was just no other option than fighting and if she wanted to make it through this fight she would need someone. God, how much she missed Tim right now. He was the one who always told her to hold on when she had troubles.

"She's asleep, I put her in bed a couple of minutes ago, but we can still go see her" Callie said, leading Arizona towards Sofia's room.

CALLIOPE

They both stared wordlessly at their beautiful daughter, who was sleeping easefully.
"She's so beautiful…"

Callie smiled: "She is."

They stared in silence for a while, when Callie felt Arizona's grip on her shoulders becoming firmer and saw her trembling right leg.

"Do you want a chair?" she asked, noticing the concentrated look in her wife's eyes.

Arizona nodded, her head raised proudly as though she didn't want Callie to notice balancing on one leg was getting quite difficult for her.

"Alright then, you um… Can you hold on to Sofia's crib?"

Arizona closed her eyes for a while before answering with a curt nod.

ARIZONA

I can't even stand on my own two feet for three seconds…
She chuckled when a little voice in her head whispered: Foot, Arizona… You can't even stand on your foot for three seconds…

"Why are you laughing?" Callie asked, "Not that I mind!" she added quickly, seeing Arizona's smile quickly fading away when the light touch of humour elaborated and the situation surely wasn't funny anymore.

"Nothing," Arizona whispered, while Callie helped her sitting down, "I guess I'm developing the same sort of humour as Yang..." She tried to figure out whether that was a bad thing, thinking about how awful she had found 'Ceviche'.

"Oh?" Callie sat down on the arm-rest of the chair.

"Yeah, but it's not really funny… or it is, the first two seconds and then it just passes on and it turns out to be quite... bitter…" she swallowed.

CALLIOPE

Callie stared at her wife. Bitter just didn't fit with Arizona. Arizona was bright, perky, fun and usually a giant piece of concentrated happiness.

Arizona held her head a bit to the right: "She has grown, hasn't she?"

The Latina tore her gaze away from her wife and stared at Sofia.

"She has," she muttered, thinking Mark would never see his daughter grow up. She blinked the tears that had gathered in her eyes away.
This is not the time to talk about Mark. Arizona has finally come out of bed, she is the one who needs support and the last thing she needs is a hysterically crying wife.
Arizona stroked Sofia's cheek and smiled.
Callie watched them and smiled too. At least Sofia hadn't lost Arizona too.

ARIZONA

"Are you lying comfortable?"

"Yes," Arizona said while resting her head on her cushion.

Callie lay next to her and grabbed her hand.
Arizona withdrew her hand and looked at her wife's brown eyes, trying to find a good way to say what she felt: "I'm trying to forgive you, but it will take time and many, many small baby steps…"
She chuckled and added: "Literally…"

A careful smile appeared on Callie's face, her eyes carefully scanning Arizona's face: "I can see what you mean with Yang's humour…"

"Do you mind it?" Arizona asked.

Callie gave her a warm smile: "I've shared a flat with Christina Yang and her humour was the only thing that prevented me from attacking her, so, as long as you're not making a huge mess of this place and make a horrible attempt to cut my hair, I can live with it."

Arizona stared at her wife: "Why did you let Christina Yang cut your beautiful hair?!"

Callie smiled hearing 'beautiful' and then cleared her throat: "I think I wanted to make a radical change…"

Arizona laughed: "So you let Yang cut your hair! I can think of better ways to make a radical change that don't involve Christina as a hairdresser…"

Callie laughed too, thinking this was the old Arizona. This was finally a light conversation with her wife. Only now she realised how much she had missed that. Callie swallowed, thinking how stupid it was to think she could solve the situation with only important conversation. She realised it would take loads of these small and light one to finally regain the old Arizona.

"Yeah, it was kind of stupid, but back then it sounded like a good idea…"

Arizona poked her softly: "You're definitely the silly one in this relationship, how could that be a good idea?"

"You were in Malawi," Callie whispered, "I do some really stupid things when you aren't around."

Arizona's smile faded away. She wasn't proud of her bailing. She was taught to be a good man in a storm, to protect the things she loved and in the airport she had acted selfish and cowardly. That still felt like betraying her Dad, Callie and herself and Arizona wasn't easy on herself when it came to forgiving.

Callie placed a soft kiss on her forehead: "But you're here now."

"I am here now," Arizona repeated, making a promise to herself she wouldn't run away from Callie.

Her heartbeat raised and her eyes shot open.
The sound of the pager echoed through the room. Arizona wanted to jump to her feet, but her stub brushed over the mattress.
Reality softly poured in as she stared in the darkness, listening to Callie, who cradled out of bed grumbling. This wasn't her pager going off, there was no tiny human dying, she couldn't operate on them and she didn't have her left leg. She couldn't even get out of the bed without help…

"It's mine," Callie mumbled.

"Of course it's yours," Arizona said, grabbing the sheet.

She saw Callie's shadow turning towards her: "I'm sorry, it's a habit… I didn't mean to…"

"I know…" she sighed, thinking of the many times she had woken up to the sound of a pager, turned over to check whether it was hers and sighing relieved: "It's yours…" Right now she would kill someone if she would be able to wake up to the sound of her own pager.
Callie placed a quick kiss on her forehead and left. Arizona stared in the darkness, listening to the dying footsteps of her wife.

Ok, I know this might be a too easy solution for all of their problems, but I solemnly swear things will become more difficult in the next chapters (I cannot resist a slight touch of tragedy…). And I want to write something about Mark's funeral, because he was quite an important person in their lives.

Please let me know what you think of this chapter and of my plans!