The moment Callie got home she picked up the phone and called the number the Cuban police gave her. She felt guilty that she didn't call right away, but she was very distracted that night. The phone rang for about a minute when someone finally picked up, it was her dad, Carlos, "hello?" "Hey dad, it's me," Callie says with ambivalence. "It is so good to hear from you sweetie, I assume you got this number from the police? I'm sorry we couldn't reach out to you, everything we had on us was destroyed on the plane." Carlos explained. "Yes I did, I am just so happy you and mom are okay, what happens now? Are you coming home soon?" Callie asks. "Soon sweetheart, soon, we have some interviews to tend to in regards to this whole mess." Carlos answers. "Okay, I love you both so much," Callie states. "Love you too honey," Carlos replies. They both ended the call and Callie sighs in relief. "I need a glass of wine," Callie says out loud to herself.
Back in Seattle, Arizona is making last-minute arrangements with the movers and packing the last of her boxes. "2 days," she says to herself quietly.
Day and A Half Later.
Arizona picks up her cell phone and calls Callie, she is feeling excited. It takes a couple of rings before Callie answers, "hey babe, I just about to call you, how is everything going out your way?" she asks. "Just finished the last box, and the movers will be here soon. In less than 24 hours I will be in your arms," Arizona expresses with pride. "I can't wait," Callie exclaims. "Me neither baby," Arizona responds. Thirty minutes go by, and both Callie and Arizona say their I love you and hang up.
The movers pull into the driveway and get ready to load the truck, "this is it," Arizona says under her breath.
Author Notes: Sorry the last update didn't explain much, it was mostly fluff. Hopefully, this chapter clears some things up. Thank you for your input and questions.