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*Hey everyone! I had a very long weekend, which may have included more wine and less Grey's lol…but im back. Capshawfan1981, Thank you so much for your kind words. I am also a very big fan of your work! This chapter is almost all Arizona I wanted to clear up a few things. Enjoy!

Chapter 18: "Thinking Back…"

Arizona's POV

I hate flying. I really hate it, but knowing at the end of this long trip in a metal death trap, I will be spending an entire week with the most amazing woman on Earth makes everything worth it. This morning was brutal, cramming a weeks worth of dialogue into one day was not easy, especially when I had a very angry Bailey on my hands.

I appreciate everything Callie did for me to fly out as soon as possible, but leaving me with a pissed off Bailey was almost cruel. Especially after the send off I gave her last night and again this morning. Smiling to myself I think of the amazing sex we had. I feel a little guilty that I basically branded Callie with sex, but that dream felt too real. It was only right that I left her with a few well placed marks, and memories to keep me on her mind.

I know that I talked to her right before I got on the plane, but I still miss her like crazy. She had just landed; I guess news of her arrival spread like wild fire. I shouldn't have much of a problem with paparazzi because of the late hour ill be arriving. It feels weird to even have to worry about things like that, but my life is very different these days. A tap on my shoulder pulls me from my thoughts, and I remove my earphones.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but would it be possible for me to get an autograph?" A woman leaned across the isle with a pen and paper. "Sure, what's your name?" I smile at the woman and write her a quick message.

"Traveling alone? I don't mean to pry I just wondered…" The woman looks down blushing; I assume she's asking about Callie.

"Yeah, im alone this trip." I hand her back her paper.

"Oh, so the magazines are correct? That's a shame, have a nice flight." She leans back in her seat and I put my earphones back in slightly confused.

I glance back over at the woman and see a magazine on her lap. After further investigation I make out the cover, it was a picture of me and Callie with a line dividing us down the middle. The headline reads "Is Real Life Picking Up Where Their Characters Left Off?"

Sitting back in my chair I let out a breath, I'm not angry, I knew what to expect when we went public. It's just weird to see my face plastered across a tabloid. Suddenly I have a panicking thought, my parents.

I had a wonderful child hood, sure we moved around a lot, but that came with being a military brat. I didn't mind moving when I was younger because I had Tim, my brother. He was a year older than me and was my best friend. It wasn't something I talked about much, I had grieved, and I wasn't a basket case who still had tons of issues. He died in Iraq serving his country, and it was the hardest thing I had ever been through, but I got through it.

Getting through it though, doesn't mean I'll ever be over it. I have his memory and I honor him everyday, by being the best person I can be. I know he would have wanted me to carry on this way. I haven't really talked to Callie about him much but she knows the basics. Its not that I can't talk to her about it, I just know what that conversation will bring up. I had come close to telling her more about Tim a few times, our six month anniversary being the closest, but then I decided to wait.

Callie has been amazing about not questioning why she hasn't met my parents yet. I want her to meet them I do, but im so nervous about what this will all mean. My parents are great people. When I came out to them, I also decided to declare that Tim and I were done hoping from school to school. Surprisingly both of my parents were more than okay with both of my declarations. My father said it didn't matter who I loved as long as I was still the person he raised me to be, and my mother claimed she knew all along, naturally.

As great as my parents are, they never really liked the fame side to my career choice. Tim had joked that I would be on all the covers of my mom's favorite gossip magazines and that was not something she was too keen on. I know her and my dad only want what's best for me, that's why I have been holding off on introducing them to Callie.

Sure, Callie is what's best for me and will surely win them over, but she is on a whole different level of celebrity than I am. Her fan base is extremely large, and while I know mine is quickly catching up, (something I have to pinch myself about everyday) Callie's has been there for years. The details of her life have been the story on the front page of magazines a million times, and the press have hounded her and made up stories time and time again. For me, and by extension my family, it's all new.

I had made a phone call home the day after our interviews aired on Private Session, to say my parents were less than thrilled is an understatement. My father didn't have much to say and mom had way too much. I truly believe they are happy for me, my mom had said one positive thing during that conversation, in her own way: 'If Arizona told the world before her parents it has to be serious'. But I know they have real concerns.

When it was just me and Callie it didn't affect anyone else but us. Letting the world in means my family will most likely be put under the microscope at some point. I know my parents are just mostly concerned about what happened to Tim being brought up. It was hard enough dealing with it in local newspapers, let alone it being part of my story, every time they do a piece on me.

I look in my purse and pull out my wallet. Opening it, I slide out the picture of Timothy I always look at to comfort me. His eyes matched mine but he always had a glint of mischievousness behind his. I always teased him that he was only half as cute as me because he only had one dimple. Putting the picture back in my bag I see the jewelry box I had stashed, I wanted to keep it in my drawer at home, but I was afraid Callie would find it.

Opening it I can't help but smile at the beautiful Princess cut diamond ring, set on a Platinum band with diamonds all around it. I remember the day I went with Tim to pick it out; he was on leave for a week and came out to LA to spend his time with me. He just knew he was in love and wouldn't listen to any of our family when they told him to wait.

I thought Stephanie was nice enough, I just never really thought she was the one for Tim, but his excitement was infectious so I couldn't say no when he asked me go ring shopping. We had looked at what felt like hundreds of stores and finally in the very last store I was willing to go in for the day, we saw it. Tim was a guys guy through and through so rings were pretty much all the same to him, but when I saw it my heart dropped.

It was perfect; simple, yet complex, beautiful but not overbearing. Tim saw the way my eyes lit up when I saw it and he said if it made Stephanie smile like that, she couldn't say no to him.

Three weeks after Tim had been out to visit me, he called me sounding more broken than I had ever heard him. Stephanie had told him she couldn't be an army wife it wasn't what she was cut out to do. He was so sad, but he said he couldn't help but laugh at the fact, he hadn't even asked her to marry him yet. "Cant be an Army Wife, without a Soldier." I can still hear him saying that. I never asked him why he didn't ask her, I like to think deep down he knew she wasn't the one.

A year after Tim died; I finally had the courage to open his box of belongings, my Dad had said were for me. There were pictures and things he had kept, but the jewelry box caught my eye, there was a letter addressed to me, it was dated the same day we had talked about Stephanie leaving him.

When I opened the letter I had to hold back my tears. He wrote that no matter how many times he tried, he could never look at that ring, the way he saw me look at it, and it didn't feel right to give it to someone who didn't deserve it. He made a joke about this not being creepy because, "Even weirdo's who marry their relatives, wouldn't give each other this nice a ring." He always made light of a situation in some way.

He went on to say that really he just wanted me to have it because he knew when I found the right girl, this would be what id want her to have, and that he couldn't wait to dance so hard at my wedding. I wanted to tell Callie about my brother and I thought about showing her the ring on our anniversary, but I was afraid it would bring the day down, and I really didn't want that. I also didn't want her to freak out and think I was asking her to marry me. I don't know if that's even something she is ready to talk about yet. I look at the ring one more time before closing it. I never really thought I would find someone that I would want to give this ring to, but every time I look at it now, the only feeling I get is the exact one I have when I look at my Calliope.

Callie's POV

Coffee is usually my best friend. I love coffee. It has helped me through many tough days on set, been the reason for me seeing my beautiful girlfriend smile in the morning, but right now coffee is scaring the shit out of me.

Okay maybe not actual coffee, but the fact that I looked up Arizona's parent's number, and asked them to meet me for coffee, without Arizona knowing.

I wouldn't normally do something this bold behind her back, but I just couldn't wait anymore. I love her, and she loves me, and if there is some reason why she won't even talk to me about them id like to fix it. Sitting here waiting on them to arrive, I start to think this was impulsive and stupid and I could possibly be ending my relationship right now.

God sometimes I really just don't want to be happy do I? Arizona is going to be pissed. Why would I do this? Okay, I know why. I want their blessing. Maybe its way too soon, maybe I am jumping the gun, but I want to marry Arizona Robbins more than anything in this world. If there is some reason that Mr. and Mrs. Robbins have for not wanting me to be with their daughter then I need to know now, because I am determined to fight for her, and fight for their approval.

I hear the café door open and I immediately recognize Daniel and Barbra Robbins from the pictures I had seen. Please let this go okay, and please let me at least get a chance to ask Arizona even if she says no, I just need a chance…

TBC

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