After visiting her daughter and taking her a pudding cup, Arizona tried to put things back into perspective and focus on what was most important and that was the fact that Sofia was okay and she got to go home. Getting into her car, she gripped the steering wheel and repeated, "Sofia is okay, that's what matters. Sofia is okay. That's what matters." Taking a deep breath, she started her car, put it in reverse, realized she wasn't okay, picked up her phone, and dialed a number that she should know by heart at this point. When the call was picked up, she greeted, "Hey, it's Arizona. Is there any chance you can see me today?" She held her breath, knowing it was a longshot then sighed in relief when she heard, "Sure, how soon can you be here?" Arizona responded, "I'm leaving the hospital now. I'll be there in twenty minutes." She said goodbye, disconnected the call, then tried to gather her thoughts before she got to her destination.
Turning into the lot off the main road, Arizona pulled her car around the back so no one could see it if they were driving by, got out of her car, knocked on the back door and smiled when the older woman with silver grey hair answered the door. As soon as Arizona stepped in, the woman commented, "Every time you visit, I feel like we are involved in some covert operation." Arizona chuckled and retorted, "Maybe you're the one with PTSD." The older woman laughed and ordered, "You know where to go. You look like hell by the way." Arizona took a right, then a left into the first room, took off her jacket and responded, "Thanks, that means my outer self is reflecting my inner feelings, isn't that my goal?" The woman laughed and quipped, "See, you do listen to me. So what's going on? We haven't had one of these middle of the day emergency visits in a while." Arizona looked at the older woman, Ginnie Dettlof, Retired Lieutenant General of the US Air Force turned Psychologist, specializing in PTSD and Trauma, and scoffed, "I'll give you one guess." Dr. Dettlof nodded and asked, "What did she do?" Arizona snorted and replied, "I honestly don't even know where to start."
The older woman studied her patient, she'd come a long way, but sometimes she saw signs of regression and often it was caused by altercations or interactions with her ex-wife. A woman whom whether the blonde wanted to admit it or not, she was still very much in love with. Rubbing her hand across her chin, she prompted, "I always find the beginning a good place to start, but the last time we talked about her, Callie brought her new girlfriend to a party and it caused all kinds of turmoil because she happened to be on duty the night Derek Shepherd died. To make it worse, she transferred to your hospital and everyone hated her and was mad at Callie except you who felt you had no right to be mad and played nice." Arizona nodded and answered, "That about sums it up. So fast forward to today and Sofia gets brought into the E.R. because she cut her head open and…" "Wait! Is she okay?" The therapist asked in concern. Arizona's face softened and she replied, "Except for a couple of stitches, she's fine. But that should be our main concern right? It was…it was mine anyway. She was brought in and both Callie and I were in surgery and someone thought it was okay to bring Penny into the picture." "Penny is the girlfriend?" the therapist asked. Arizona nodded and replied, "Right, well neither of us were paged out of surgery and Penny treated Sofia. I mean, I didn't like that I wasn't paged right away, but she was treated and it was a minor head lac, no concussion or anything. Anyway, I went down to check on her, thanked Penny for treating her, then went back to work." Ginnie leaned forward and predicted, "Something tells me this wasn't the end of it."
Arizona let out a bark of laughter and replied, "Ha! Oh no, that's just the beginning." She went on to explain to her therapist about her interaction with Penny and how angry she was when she found out Callie threw her under the bus. Dr. Detloff studied the blonde and could see she was getting angry all over again and asked, "What did you do about it?" Arizona took a deep breath and answered, "I hunted her down and told her whatever was going on between her and her girlfriend she needed to leave me out of it. That we never even discussed Penny meeting Sofia and I was fine with it." "Are you though?" The therapist asked. Arizona's breath hitched. She had gotten really good at lying to everyone at work, though she wasn't sure some of them believed her, hiding her feelings from Callie, who was easy because she was so self-involved, but she knew she couldn't do it here, otherwise there was no point in coming. Closing her eyes, Arizona said quietly, "Of course I'm not okay with it. I had to fight so hard to make my place in Sofia's life as her other mother. I fought for her since the day she was born, I legally adopted her, and this…this other person…Callie just wants to bring someone else in and, and maybe she can replace me in her heart, but I'll be damned if she replaces me in my daughter's heart and mind." The older woman nodded and asked, "Is that why you're so angry?" Arizona got up and started pacing.
Ginnie rubbed her head in confusion, she hasn't seen this side of Arizona since she started coming in over a year ago when she had so much rage and anger, but then it was all directed at herself. Some of it rightfully so, but now it seemed as though she was redirecting some of it where it needed to go, or she was still blaming herself for everything. Throwing up her hands, Arizona started, "I said what I needed to say then she blindsided me with 'Penny told me she loves me' and I just stood there because I knew if I would have moved at that moment, I would have fallen to the floor. I didn't even know! I mean, I knew it hurt to see her with someone else, it hurt to be replaced, it hurt that it was so easy for her, but until I heard those words, until the word love was involved, it hit me like a ton of bricks, that's why it hurt…I still love her." Leaning forward once again, the doctor asked, "What did you do or say?" Arizona closed her eyes and tried to remember. Since she left that room, everything just became a big jumble of words. She turned and said, "I told her I would always be here for her but I couldn't be the one she came to for relationship advice. I told her again to keep me out of it, then I tried to leave again." Furrowing her eyebrows, Ginnie asked, "You tried?" Arizona nodded then walked to the window.
She took a deep breath and recalled, "I grabbed the door handle and she blurted out that she said, 'thank you'." Arizona started laughing then. It just occurred to her how awkward that situation must have been. Smiling at her patient, the doctor asked, "Why are you laughing?" Arizona stopped and answered, "I just pictured it in my mind for the first time and realized how awkward that must have been for both of them. I mean, it surprises me too. Callie, she falls in love with everybody, well she actually falls in love with being in love. It caused us some problems at the beginning of our relationship. I didn't trust her because of that. Honestly, I figured they would have said it a long time ago. But also, I mean, I can't imagine someone saying that if I told them I loved them. I know damn well I wouldn't be there the next day." Ginnie asked, "Did she say why she didn't say it back?" Arizona nodded and answered, "She claimed I'm the only person who's said it to her over the past eight years and it didn't feel right. Then she blamed me. She said she tried to move on but she can't because I'm everywhere and I'm telling her to date and kiss everyone, which I said sarcastically by the way, but she didn't catch that, she called me the president of the Penny fan club, then yelled in my face and asked me why I didn't care, how it was so easy for me." The therapists eyes widened and she really didn't know which she wanted to do first, find out how her patient responded or dissect her feelings about that whole situation. She didn't have a chance when the blonde stomped over to stand in front of her with her hands on her hips and just shook her head.
Arizona was so angry at herself she was near tears as she exclaimed, "Two years! I held it all in for two fucking years and with those two questions, I just blew up on her. I told her watching her move on without me was anything but easy, watching her prance her dates through the hospital nearly killed me. I told her I had to smile and fake it every day when I listened to her tell me how happy another woman made her because I did this. I cheated. I made her feel stuck, I suffocated her. I cried every night because I couldn't be the person to make her happy so I didn't get a say but it was anything but fucking easy. Then I finally left. Now I don't want to go back, but if I know Callie, she will just pretend it didn't happen, that's how she deals with things she doesn't want to deal with. She just doesn't…she walks away." The older woman shook her head in disbelief and in sadness to hear that Arizona still carried all the blame. Letting out a sigh, she asked, "Arizona, why do you keep blaming yourself? Callie is the one who left." Arizona pounded her chest and nearly yelled, "Because of me! She left ME!" Arizona plopped down on the sofa, dropped her head into her hands and muttered, "God, I'm pathetic."
Deciding to start with that, Dr. Dettlof asked, "Why do you say that?" Arizona lifted her head, her eyes full of unshed tears and answered honestly, "Because I want to write down everything she said and I want to pick it apart and find some sort of meaning, some sort of hope, something that says she still loves me. But I can't because I know I won't find anything. I know there's nothing there. Not for me." Deciding to play devil's advocate, Ginnie asked, "What if there is?" Arizona scoffed and replied, "Part of me doesn't want there to be. But if there is…I wouldn't act on it. Not right away, I couldn't. Callie needs to take time for herself to really figure out what she wants, who she wants. When she left me, she told me she wanted me to be happy and I found that happiness in other places, my career, my daughter, myself. I came to therapy and I learned healthy ways to deal with things. Well, to deal with anything but her. Part of me feels there is no healthy way to deal with Callie until she gets in touch with herself. She said she wanted space to find herself again and I don't think she did that. I feel parts of the old me coming back along with the new me. But most days, I don't see any parts of the old Callie, the strong, confident, badass who built bones out of nothing and made cartilage from Jell-o. I look at her and I blame myself for taking that from her, making her lose herself."
Ginnie nodded and asked, "You've been divorced for two years?" Arizona nodded and the therapist continued, "Yet you've made these changes while going through something you didn't ask for. She left in order to do those things and hasn't, so is that really your fault?" Arizona sat back on the couch, pulled the throw pillow in front of her and said, "Huh, I never thought of it that way. I spent so much of the last four years just reminding myself to breathe and put one foot in front of the other, trying to keep my own head above water, that once I finally emerged, I only saw that she had moved on with another person. It really wasn't until I started talking about it just now that I realized I don't see the changes, she's still impulsive, quick to anger, and I don't know, melancholy I guess is the best word to describe her most days." Ginnie saw the wheels turning and hoped her patient was starting to see things differently.
Arizona looked at her therapist, could see she was about to hit her with something hard and thought provoking and ordered, "Just spit it out." Ginnie smirked and asked, "Is telling her how you feel such a bad thing?" Arizona took a deep breath, rubbed her forehead and replied, "Yes and no. No, because it is the most honest I have been with her in three years and I finally got some things off my chest that I think she needed to know, even if it did make me look weak or pathetic to her. That leads me to the yes. Yes, because now she knows and when Callie is angry, she strikes hard and fast for your weak spot and doesn't care who is around to hear it." She stopped for a moment then thought aloud, "Though I'm pretty sure she's the only one who didn't see it or chose not to. I knew it, I just didn't admit it until just now." The older woman nodded and replied, "I've known it since our first session." Arizona smirked and replied, "That's because you were special ops. You could get an orange out of an apple tree." The older woman laughed and suggested, "Try not to let this stress you Arizona. You've told me many times; Callie is going to do what Callie wants to do. Now my advice to you is, it doesn't mean you have to jump when she says jump. You already know what needs to be fixed on your part and have a clear idea of what needs to be fixed on hers. She may have walked away, but in my mind, you were willing to make the changes and did. I don't know her so I can't say for sure, but I can say that the Arizona standing before me is not the Arizona who walked into my office a year ago. You're better, you're stronger, you accept responsibility, but your biggest weakness now is that you are accepting too much responsibility." Arizona stood up, nodded her head and offered, "Thanks for seeing me so quickly." The older woman smiled, raised her hand to shake Arizona's causing her to jump slightly when the fingers moved to grip hers. Ginnie laughed and replied, "I have the hook up with the VA. I'm in a new trial for robotic limbs. I can get you in under your dad's credentials if you want me to." Arizona smiled and replied, "I'll think about it."
Just as she got into her car, Arizona's phone started ringing with Callie's ring tone. Worried something happened to Sofia, she picked up and asked, "Callie is Sofia okay?" She instantly relaxed when she heard the little giggle then her daughter responded, "Hi mommy, it's me. I'm okay. Me and mama just got a pizza and now we are at home and are going to eat it and play a board game cuz she said I can't watch TV tonight just in case I have a cushion." Arizona bit back her laughter and asked, "Do you mean a concussion?" Sofia chirped, "That's what I said, a cushion." Arizona could hear her ex-wife laughing in the background and started to get angry at herself for missing that laugh. Shaking her head she asked, "Do you have a headache or a tummy ache?" Sofia replied, "Nope, just my cut hurts, but mama brought some cream to help it not hurt. She said she wants me to go to the daycare at the hospital tomorrow too so you and uncle Alex can keep an eye on me." Arizona sighed in relief. She was slightly surprised to hear that, but extremely happy she would be able to see her child. She'd also wanted to text Callie to remind her to grab a tube of lidocaine lotion, but she didn't want to start a conversation with her.
Realizing she didn't answer, she replied, "That's good baby girl, that will make you feel better. I'm glad mama thought of that, I know she will take good care of you." Arizona couldn't help the wobble in her voice when she said that; she'd give anything to be with her daughter right now. Unfortunately, her daughter heard it and asked, "Are you okay mommy? Are you still having a bad day?" Arizona sniffled and replied, "I'm okay sweetie, I just…mommy doesn't like it when you are hurt and I can't be there to kiss your boo-boo and eat ice cream." Sofia was quiet for a minute and admitted, "I don't like it either. I wish you could come over." Arizona wiped a tear from her eye and replied, "I know baby, but we talked about this. You be good for mama and I'll come check on you as soon as I get to work tomorrow. I love you." Sofia answered, "I love you too. Feel better mommy." Before she could respond, the call was disconnected. Deciding to stop for some take-out, take a hot bath, and try to forget this day, Arizona pulled out of the parking lot.
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Callie stood at the table holding a piece of pizza in mid-air and swallowed the lump in her throat as she listened to Sofia and Arizona carry on their conversation. She didn't mean to listen in, Sofia must have hit the speaker button by accident, but she wouldn't lie and say she was sorry she overheard them talking. She could hear the smile in the other woman's voice at times and caught the shakiness in her voice just like her daughter did. The entire interaction nearly broke her heart. She knew Arizona was crying and again wondered what she would do if the roles were reversed and this was Arizona's week and she couldn't be with Sofia after being injured. She furrowed her brows in confusion when Sofia said she wished she could come over and Arizona responded that they'd talked about this. She wondered what they talked about. The one thing she regretted is that the three of them never sat down and explained why mommy moved away. Sofia acted out for a little while, then she just stopped and seemed to accept it. Now she wondered if Arizona had something to do with that. Hearing her daughter disconnect the call, she quickly fixed their plates and pretended that she wasn't listening.
Sofia walked to the table, handed her mama her phone, sat in her chair and revealed, "Mommy's still having a bad day." Callie poked out her lip and asked, "Did she say why?" Sofia shook her head then nodded and answered, "She said she didn't like it when I'm hurt and she can't kiss my boo-boos. I think there's more but it's prolly dult stuff." Callie knew what it was and it was definitely adult stuff, she wasn't sure she understood it herself. Watching her daughter pick at the toppings, Callie asked, "Are you not hungry? Does your tummy hurt?" Sofia shook her head, looked at her mama and replied, "I get sad when you or mommy are sad too. I don't want her to be sad cuz of me." Callie got up from her chair, walked around the table, picked up her daughter then sat in her seat, holding her on her lap, and explained, "Mommy and I just love you so much and we don't like it when you get hurt. It hurts our hearts. Even if mommy is sad about something else, I'm sure she will work it out. Mommy is strong and she has bad days, but she wakes up the next day happy and sees it as a new chance to have a good day, to make wrong things right." Sofia nodded and supplied, "I think she is still sad about her mistake." Callie furrowed her brow and asked, "What mistake?" Sofia tilted her head and answered, "Mommy said she doesn't live here anymore because she made a really bad choice and it hurt your heart and she didn't want to keep hurting your heart, so she moved out so your heart could heal and you could be happy again. She said that way you could both focus on loving me because I'm the most important person in the whole wide world to both of you."
Callie could feel the tears welling up in her eyes and asked, "When did mommy tell you this?" Sofia thought for a minute and shrugged, "I don't know, we were at uncle Alex's house and I was making bad choices and not listening to you or mommy and I told her I was mad at her for leaving me and I was mad at you for letting her leave and not caring. She said you cared, but sometimes loving people hurts and you have to let them go so you don't hurt anymore." The little girl looked up to her mama, wiped her tears away, then said, "Now you're sad too." Callie shook her head and replied, "No baby, no, I'm not sad. I just, today's been a rough day and I don't like you being hurt either. How about we eat this pizza before it gets colder, pick your favorite book and you can sleep with mama tonight?" Sofia smiled brightly and asked, "Really? We get to have a slumber party?" Callie nodded and answered, "Only if you eat a whole piece of pizza and drink all of your milk." Sofia nodded, hopped off her mama's lap and waited for her to get out of her chair, then climbed up and started eating her pizza.
After eating and cleaning up the kitchen, Callie put Sofia in the bathtub in her en-suite bathroom and started changing the sheets on the bed. She looked around the room that she'd slept in since the thirty day separation started. Everything was identical, the furniture was all the same except this was a queen sized bed and the bed in the master suite she used to share with Arizona was a California king. She brought the sheets up to her face and instead of smelling the soft scent of honey and vanilla like Arizona's shampoo, she smelled the more pungent aroma of patchouli which was Penny's preference. She tossed the linens in the laundry basket and snorted at the irony that Arizona's scent was so subtle and enticing, yet her personality was so bold, effervescent, at times in your face, and always charming. Penny on the other hand, her scent was bold, but her personality was calm, quiet, pleasant, patient. Rather than leave her daughter in the bath alone to go to the laundry room to get clean linens, Callie decided to check the closet, her breath hitched when she looked at the very top and her eyes landed on soft, comfortable, familiar cornflower blue sheets and a blue and grey reversable comforter. She pulled them down, closed her eyes and nearly convinced herself she could smell Arizona on them. While she knew sleeping on these sheets would bring back so many memories, she chose to put them on the bed anyway. Part of her, most of her, hoped it would give her answers or at least clear her jumbled mind. Right now, it was an absolute mess, she felt like she'd opened her eyes for the first time in two years and actually saw Arizona for who she'd become.
She was broken from her revery when her phone went off with Penny's text tone. She'd ignored the first two and figured she should probably at least answer one. Opening her messages, she read:
Penny: You left without saying goodbye. I'm sorry I was so angry earlier.
Penny: Are we okay?
Penny: Can you call me when you get a chance?
Callie sighed as she read the first message. She was the one who lied, blamed something on her ex-wife and Penny was the one apologizing for getting hurt by it. When she read the second message, she couldn't in good conscience answer that question because she didn't know. Something held her back from saying she loved the other woman and until she figured out what it was, she couldn't know if she actually loved her or not. Reading the final message, she typed back an honest reply.
Me: I'm getting Sofia ready for bed and she's sleeping with me so I can keep an eye on her. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
While she had her messages open, Callie opened a new message to Arizona and typed out what she wanted to say, erased it, typed something else, erased it, then finally settled on something safe.
Me: Sof is in the tub getting washed up. I'm going to put some lidocaine cream on her head and change the bandages. She's sleeping with me so I can keep an eye on her.
She put her phone down and started making the bed. She knew her ex-wife wouldn't answer for 8 to 10 minutes. She snorted, then shook her head as a memory came floating through her mind.
Arizona picked up her phone and squealed, "Oh my God! It's the chief, he's asking if I'll take over my position as Chief of Peds again. Stark just resigned." She then laid it back down on the coffee table. Callie looked at her and asked, "What did you say?" Arizona responded, "Oh, I didn't answer him yet. I don't want to appear too eager, so I wait 5 to 7 minutes for something that's important and I'm super excited about." Callie arched her brow and asked, "What if it's important and requires an answer right away?" Arizona replied, "Well if it's that important, they'll call." Callie chuckled, shook her head and replied, "What if someone is giving you a piece of information and they are expecting a reply?" Arizona tilted her head and answered, "If it's not life threatening and I like the person, I answer in 8 minutes. If I don't like them or am mad at them, it's somewhere between 8 to 10 minutes." Callie just stared at her wife and asked, "You really have a system for this?" Arizona nodded and chirped, "Yup!" Callie smirked and asked, "What if it's me?" Arizona shrugged and replied, "I usually answer you right away. I'll never hate you or dislike you, but if I'm mad at you, expect 8 to 10 minutes, 11 or more if I'm pissed or hurt and it will be 3 words or less." Callie pulled her wife into her arms, kissed her nose and murmured, "You are just so adorable. Now text the chief, it's been 7 minutes." Arizona smacked her shoulder and scolded, "Oh my God, you messed up my system!"
"Mama, can I get out now?" Callie finished putting on the last pillowcase and rushed to the bathroom to get her daughter out of the tub. The last thing they needed was for her to slip and fall. Wrapping a towel around Sofia, Callie lifted her out of the tub, sat her on the counter, carefully removed her bandage, cleaned it off really good, making sure to get all the dried blood off, rubbed the cream on the small cut and surrounding area, then put a clean bandage on. Setting her daughter on the ground, Callie patted her bottom and ordered, "Go get your pj's on and pick a good book." Walking back into her room, Callie heard Arizona's text tone, looked at the time and noticed it's been 13 minutes. Frowning, she read the one word, "Thanks," and realized that either Arizona was embarrassed by her reaction today, she really was pissed at her, or now that everything was out in the open and she had revealed her true feelings, she was just plain hurt and didn't want to talk to her at all. Sighing, Callie plugged her phone into the charger, turned off the ringer deciding she didn't feel like talking to anyone and Arizona was on emergency bypass in case they needed to contact each other about Sofia so she could still hear her messages if she wanted to check on her.
Changing into her own sleep clothes, Callie turned down the bed then went to get Sofia and make sure the doors were locked and the lights were off. Once they were both cuddled into the bed, Callie had her arm around Sofia, holding the book so she could see the pictures as well, and started reading. Sofia asked, "Will you do the voices? I love when you do the voices." Callie closed her eyes as she heard I love when you do the voices when you read to Sofia at night and make her laugh, and I could listen to that sound everyday for the rest of my life. "Mama? Will you do the voices?" Sofia repeated. Callie nodded, "Sure baby girl." She started over and read the story with her silly voices and listened as her daughter giggled and it was almost like a balm to her soul. She couldn't remember the last time she read with the voices or she had a sleep over with her daughter. The longer she read, the more Sofia laughed, the better she felt. Feeling the little body next to her relax and hearing the soft snores, Callie carefully removed her arm, closed the book, then kissed her daughter on the forehead. Feeling the bandage beneath her lips, she closed her eyes and felt the guilt wash over her again. This day, this should have been all about Sofia and instead it turned into a big dramatic mess about her girlfriend treating and meeting her daughter and while she was starting to figure it out, she wasn't sure she was completely happy with the reason she panicked about all of it.
Laying the book on the bedside table, Callie turned off the light and tried to clear her mind. As she drifted off to sleep, she was bombarded with memories of a time when she and Arizona had fun together, laughed freely, could have a conversation with just their eyes and facial expressions, she conjured so many good times and those memories turned into vivid technicolor dreams and those dreams ended when Alex and Miranda knocked on her door, but this time they didn't tell her the plane was lost. This time they told her there were no survivors and she woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night sitting straight up and looking around the room. It took her a few minutes to realize it was just a bad dream. A horribly bad dream.
Taking a deep breath, she quietly slipped out of bed and went into the room she rarely entered anymore. After closing the door, she turned on the light and looked around the mostly bare room. The room in the house where they were supposed to get their new start. She walked over to the bed, sat on the bare mattress, and again waited for answers to come to her. Taking a deep breath, she thought about the past two years. It felt like she was seeing it all differently now that she knew Arizona's perspective. For two years she told herself that Arizona wanted this too. Arizona was the one who wanted an even longer break. But today, God, did she really say she felt stuck with Arizona? Did she really tell her she was suffocating her? Is that how she felt? Was it Arizona or their situation? She wondered earlier about the last time her ex-wife looked her in the eye, but was it the other way around? Was she too afraid to look into Arizona's eyes? Was she afraid of what she would see there? Running her hands through her hair, Callie tried to put that out of her mind for a little while. Whatever thoughts she was having about Arizona, romantic or otherwise, were not going to be resolved in one night. There would have to be a lot of painful conversations.
Flopping down on the bed, she turned her attention to the more immediate problem: Penny. She wasn't so much of a problem as a conundrum. She was willing to wait until they were in the same place, but would they ever be in the same place? Would Penny just keep falling deeper in love with her while she tried to figure out her shit? Or was she pulling a Mark, realized Arizona might still have feelings and…no, she didn't even know about Arizona's feelings until after Penny shared hers. But now that she knew…was she not even willing to give the other woman a chance? She rubbed her eyes and decided to make a list. Going to the bedside table, she pulled out a notebook which she knew Arizona always kept to make lists, found a pen, and as she was digging around, she found a small white box that was taped closed. On the top in a messy scrawl she didn't recognize, was written the words, 'Gma Robbins'. Putting the box down beside her, Callie turned to the first clean page she could find and made a list of things she liked about Penny, then she made a list of things she disliked, finally she made a list of things that she loved about her. Looking at the things she had written down, Callie sighed in relief. She had her answer. She started to put the book back, then for some reason remembered an episode of Friends where a list like this caused a whole lot of shit, tore it from the book, ripped it to pieces, and went into the bathroom to flush it down the toilet. Picking up the small box so she could give it to Arizona in the morning, she turned off the light, went back to her room, and slipped into bed beside her daughter, falling into a deep sleep.
A/N: Thank you all for the great reviews. I am glad you are enjoying the story so far. I'm trying to keep it updated and moving forward.
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