A/N: Luke is back soooo…. Obvious TW for this chapter, proceed with caution my friends!

Think.

Arizona tried to process as quickly as she could. Her body was being shoved hard against the cold, scratchy wall in front of her, a large hand clasped over her mouth. She could feel Luke's body pressing into her from behind.

Think faster.

She struggled against him but his grip only tightened on her, her yells muffled by his hand. She bit down as hard as she could on the flesh of his palm, trying to squirm out of his grip with little success.

Think like a marine.

She could hear her father's voice in her head. Calm down, breathe through it. Think on your feet. Adapt. Overcome.

Her father had taught her basic self defense skills when she was 10, and she had grown up with an older brother and a name like Arizona, so she had definitely learned to play dirty on the playground. But her biggest advantage was that Arizona was smart and her brain moved quickly. She could do this if she willed herself to calm down and think.

She had been expecting him to turn up eventually.

"She's not here." Arizona insisted, voice muffled. She jabbed an elbow into his ribs. "Let go of me."

"Bullshit. I've been watching you bring those pies by the diner. I'm not fucking stupid. I followed you here last time. I've been waiting for the perfect chance to do this." He gripped her arm so tightly she could almost feel the bruises that would be there later. "And keep your fucking voice down."

Arizona spotted her keys on the floor next to them in the corner of her eye and, in a sudden movement, kicked them as hard as she could. They slid down the hallway several steps away. She figured if he had to move for them, at least his hands would have to leave her body momentarily. It only halfway worked—the hand covering her mouth reached for the keys and the other dragged her with him.

She let her body go entirely slack, turning into dead weight without warning, and was able to escape from his grasp and fall to the floor. She banged her fists on the door behind her and called out to call 911, praying a neighbor or Callie would hear.

It enraged him. "Shut the fuck up! Seriously, who the fuck even are you?" He kicked her in the ribs and it knocked the breath out of her, but before he could pull his leg back she had her hands wrapped around his ankle and pulled hard, knocking him off balance.

"Arizona," she hissed through labored breaths, moving towards him on the floor and using her nails to scratch at his face and eyes while he was vulnerable. "Nice to meet you."

She was pressing her thumbs sharply into his eyes when he grabbed her wrists and flipped them, pinning her down on the ground. She rolled her head out of the way of a punch and was pleased at the painful crunch of his fist colliding with the concrete below them. He groaned in pain, and she began to knee and smack and bite at any and everything, desperately needing out from underneath him.

She definitely wasn't winning, but for a man so much larger than her, she was holding her own incredibly well. Tim would have been proud.

She landed a closed-fist hit to his throat, and he retaliated by slamming her head against the concrete below them. She cried out, the headache setting in almost instantaneously and disorienting her. She felt a little of the fight in her wane, body going a bit limp.

Think. Adapt. Overcome.

She had to keep stalling long enough for help to arrive, had to keep him out of that apartment and away from Callie at all costs. She sucked in a sharp breath and willed herself to fight through the pain. She landed a sharp knee to his groin, and the slack he gave her as he reacted was enough for her to finally wiggle free.

She reached her keys and closed them tightly in her fist, the sharp ridges digging into her palms. Then she summoned all of the strength of her softball playing days and threw them down the stairwell. The metal clinked as they fell through steps and tumbled, landing God knows where. "Fetch, since you want to act like a dog."

The look in his eyes was terrifying. Arizona was pretty sure it was the angriest she had ever seen a man. She wasn't sure if there was even a soul behind those black eyes.

"You're a stupid little bitch and you're going to regret that." His hand dove into his pocket and before Arizona could process, he was back on top of her, the sharp cold blade of a knife pressed to her throat. Her body ran cold, terror flooding her. "I'm gonna bleed you out like a pig."

She felt the sharp blade press into her skin, cutting her the smallest bit. Her blue eyes fluttered closed, tears welling in them.

She was going to die.

"Beg."

"No." She kept her voice steady. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her terror. One final act of control.

"Beg, slut, or you're dead."

"No."

He grit his teeth and pressed the blade deeper.

Arizona's life flashed before her eyes. She saw everything. She saw herself at 6, swimming in the creek with Tim, looking for frogs and coming home sunburnt. She saw her dad running ahead of her on an early morning, looking over his shoulder at her with a lazy grin as she fought to keep up with his pace. Faster, champ, he would say. She saw her mom watching Jeopardy as she sewed the holes in Arizona's clothes. She saw the softball games, the valedictorian speeches. She saw her medical school graduation, saw the first mother's life she had ever saved, saw the last one, too. And she saw so much of Callie. She wondered what Callie would name her baby.

Just as he was about to drag the knife across her neck and slit her throat, the door next to them opened swiftly, a frantic voice breaking them out of it. "Stop."

Callie. She had a frantic look on her face, tears on her cheeks. She had heard the whole time. She had been on the other side of the door, sick with panic as she called for help. She was shaking. "Stop, Luke, get off of her. You're here for me. Just get off of her."

"Go back inside, Callie." Arizona rasped. She had fought so hard to keep that door closed, to keep Callie safe and locked behind it.

"Only if he comes with me."

Luke seemed to think about it for a moment, then reluctantly withdrew the blade from Arizona's neck and tucked it back into his pocket. He stood, and Arizona rolled onto her side and fought to catch her breath, bringing a hand to her throat. She was bleeding, but it was a fairly superficial nick, nothing too concerning. It looked pretty gory though.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, baby." Luke grabbed Arizona by her hair and pulled her into the apartment with them, slamming the door behind him and locking it. Arizona curled up on the floor, hand pressed tight to her wound to stop the bleeding.

"I know." Callie's voice cracked as she stepped away from him, but he tracked her like a predator, closing the distance.

"I can't believe you did this to me, Honeybee. After all I've done for you. Loved you for 10 years, gave you a baby, gave you a home."

"You hurt me. You terrify me. How could you ever think I'd want to let a child around you?"

"'Cause! It's you and me! It's always been you and me! We're a team."

"No we're not. You're a fucking monster, Luke. You are sick in the head and I don't want you anywhere near me."

"You don't mean it, baby. I love you. You know I love you."

Callie ran out of space to keep backing up, body pressing against the kitchen cabinets behind her. She swallowed hard.

"Nothing could ever keep me from you." Luke insisted, hand coming up to cradle Callie's stomach. She almost threw up. "From you and my baby. It's not too late, baby. We can take off right now together and no one has to get hurt."

Callie turned her head to the side to put as much distance as possible between them, heart pounding rapidly. "It's not your fucking baby, Luke. She's mine. She's my daughter and you will never lay a finger on her."

Rage flashed in his eyes. "You are so fucking stupid. You know I'll cut my baby out of you if I have to, right?" His hand dug around in his pocket for his knife. "This is your fault, you know. You're making me do this." He pressed the blade to her stomach and Callie screamed, but an unfamiliar clicking noise halted him.

It was Arizona. With a gun in her hand. A gun pressed to Luke's temple.

"Drop. It." She demanded, voice and eyes so calm that it was almost scary. They hadn't noticed her slip out of the room to retrieve it, hadn't noticed her loading it.

Everyone froze. A stand off. Callie's eyes were wide with terror and confusion because when the fuck did Arizona get a gun? And why did she look so confident with it?

Arizona steeled her blue eyes on Luke, on his hand. If he moved a fraction of an inch, she would pull the trigger. She was prepared to do that if necessary.

The only way she had convinced Daniel not to stake out on their couch every night for protection was by agreeing to get a gun. She had been strongly opposed at first, but he was so insistent that Arizona had finally wavered. Her dad had been training her for the past 7 weeks, taking her to target practice and teaching her how to handle it, how to handle herself. She had decided not to tell Callie to avoid adding any unnecessary stress.

"I swear to god, Luke, I will shoot you in the head and I will kill you. Drop it." Arizona was surprised at how calm her voice was, at the fact that she wasn't shaking at all despite the adrenaline.

"You ain't gonna do shit—"

Without blinking, Arizona lowered the gun slightly and fired, the loud shot rattling her ears as a bullet pierced Luke just above the knee. He screamed in agony, knife falling to the floor before he quickly followed suit. "What the fuck! What the fuck! You shot me you crazy bitch!" He held his hands to the wound, growing pale, and Callie lunged for the knife to get it away from him.

"Well, I'm not holding a gun just to look cute."

"You fucking shot me!"

"You're fine. You're lucky it wasn't your head." She kept the gun pointed at him as he cowered beneath her. He looked like a little boy, terrified and shaking and sputtering on about how he was going to die. It was kind of funny in a twisted way. "And lucky for you, I'm a doctor. I can help you if you cooperate. Can you cooperate?" He nodded his head in desperation and Arizona passed the gun off to Callie, who held it with a horrified expression on her face. She looked like she was a little bit in shock.

Arizona started rolling up one of Callie's aprons that was hanging in the kitchen, working calmly, then lowered herself to the ground beside Luke and busied herself with applying a makeshift tourniquet. He was halfway unconscious.

"Arizona."

"Hm?"

"You're bleeding."

"I'm fine. It's superficial. Might have a concussion, though. And I think my ribs really fucking hurt but I can't tell."

"How are you so calm right now?"

"I don't know. In doctor mode, I think." Arizona's eyes flickered up to where Callie was standing. She hadn't moved. She kind of looked like she was going to pass out. "You need to sit down."

"I told you to run if he ever—"

"And I told you I wouldn't." She shot her a pointed glare, applying pressure to Luke's wound to stop the bleeding. "Please sit. You don't look good."

Just then, a booming knock on the door startled all three of them, the police announcing their arrival. Arizona stepped back and let them take over. It happened in a blur, cops and paramedics filling the apartment. It was loud and chaotic and her ears were ringing and everything kind of felt like it was moving in slow motion.

Daniel Robbins arrived less than two minutes after the police. It wasn't until Arizona was safe in her dad's arms that her composure finally crumbled, and she started to cry as the events that had just transpired finally settled in.

She had almost died. She had just shot someone.

She would unpack the trauma of that later. She wrapped her arms around Callie next and pulled her in tight, taking deep breaths to try and keep herself calm. "We're okay. We're okay." She wasn't sure if she was reassuring Callie or herself more. They clung to each other, Arizona shaking in Callie's arms.

"I'm so sorry." Callie choked through a sob. "I'm so sorry. I never wanted you to get hurt."

"It's okay. I'm okay. It's over now." She kissed her hair gently. "It's finally over, Callie. You're safe."

Arizona did have a concussion, though a relatively mild one, and deep bruises were starting to form on her ribs and arms and spine and other places she hadn't even remembered getting hurt in. The wound on her neck only required a couple of stitches, luckily, and she was going to be fine. Sore for a little while, but fine.

They spent the rest of the afternoon at the police station giving statements. A slew of new charges were pressed in addition to those he was already facing, including violation of a protective order, first-degree burglary, and aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. If convicted, he would likely spend decades of his life in prison. The entire police department was confident that he would be. There was so much proof. The cameras in the hallway at Arizona's apartment had caught the entire ordeal leading up to being forced inside. She had been let go under self-defense with very little question, nothing beyond their legal obligation for paperwork purposes.

They were exhausted when they got home. The apartment had been deep cleaned while they were gone, returned to pristine condition without a single item out of place. But Arizona couldn't unsee the blood on her kitchen tile. Callie collapsed on the couch, dog tired, and Arizona wanted nothing more than to curl up with her and just sleep. But instead she went to the kitchen and started pulling out pots and pans, body groaning in protest.

"What are you doing?"

"Making dinner."

"Um, stop."

"Um, no."

Callie craned her head over the couch to glare at her. "Arizona, no. You're supposed to be resting."

"So are you, and you need food. You're gonna pop any day now."

"You just got the crap beat out of you!"

They stared at each other in silence with narrowed eyes, challenging each other. But Arizona's body really hurt, so in a rare concession, she broke first. "Pizza?"

"Pizza." Callie grinned. "Now come here."

Arizona put the pots away and joined her on the couch, sinking into her side. She winced a little when she stretched her ribs at an awkward angle, but ignored it and rested her head against Callie's shoulder. "Just for the record, I did not get the crap beat out of me, thank you very much. I was very scrappy. Got a few good licks in."

Callie laughed and wrapped her arm around her shoulders, cautious and gentle. "I'd say you won."

"You think?"

"I mean, you shot him."

Arizona paused, then broke out into a giggle, which spiraled into a laugh that was uncontrollable and wild and it hurt her ribs, but she couldn't stop. She could not stop laughing. "Oh my god. I fucking shot him."

Callie stared at her, a little unnerved, but eventually she couldn't help but laugh too, because Arizona's laugh was contagious and the whole ordeal was just so outrageous. They were both emotionally, mentally, and physically fried, and all they could do was laugh. "He looked so scared."

"So scared. He was begging like a baby."

"I think you had him praying."

That made Arizona laugh harder and she wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. "I can't believe I did that " She sucked in a sharp breath, trying to settle her giggles. "Ow, okay, my head really hurts. I really have to stop laughing."

"I can't believe how good at it you were. It was surprisingly kind of… "

"No way you're about to say what I think you are."

"What?" Callie blushed. "It was hot, okay. Sue me. You were all protective and so calm and in control. You looked like a professional."

"It's the Robbins blood in me." Arizona giggled, eyes fluttering closed when Callie started to play with her hair. "Calliope?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Pizza now before I fall asleep."

They ordered a pizza to share, half pepperoni and half supreme, and Arizona put on The L Word to watch while they lazed on the couch and ate.

Arizona made a face at her slice and picked off a black olive that had snuck on, tossing it back into the pizza box. "Ew. You keep those things to yourself."

Callie laughed and popped the olive in her mouth. "You're crazy. I don't get how you don't love them."

"Because they're disgusting."

"Whatever. More olives for me." She grinned as she chewed, making Arizona's lips twitch up in a small smile.

"Have you ever heard of the olive theory?"

Callie's eyebrows raised. "Is that some weird science thing?"

"No. I dunno where it came from. Probably some cheesy magazine." Arizona giggled and took a bite of pepperoni. "It says that if one person in a relationship likes olives, the other shouldn't, 'cause opposites attract I guess."

"I like that theory. 'Cause I get a hot girlfriend and more olives."

Arizona rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "And I get kamikaze olives sneaking onto my pizza. Seems unfair."

"But you get meeeee." Callie sing songed.

Arizona smiled warmly, her dimples popping as she looked at her adoringly. "But I get you."

"Stop moving." Arizona warned, blue eyes narrowed.

Callie was 39 and a half weeks pregnant and very, very sick of being pregnant. Her back and boobs hurt constantly, she couldn't move without waddling, and the pelvic pain was getting worse by what felt like the hour. She was getting whiny and moody and was being, to put it nicely, a slight pain in Arizona's ass.

So she was painting her nails for her, hoping it would help lighten her mood, but she was impatient and kept moving her hands before the paint was fully dry.

"Come on! Can't you do something? Can't you fuck me into labor or something?"

"You would use me for sex, Calliope?" Arizona pretended to be offended, carefully applying black polish to Callie's pinky nail.

But Callie didn't laugh. She narrowed her eyes. "For this, yes. I'm not joking."

Arizona rolled her eyes. "Okay, it doesn't work like that. It can help if you're already in labor, but it won't make you go into labor." She looked up at her and smirked. "You know I won't say no to sex though. Maybe it'll help your mood."

Callie scoffed and pulled her hand back. "What's wrong with my mood?"

"Stop moving!" Arizona glared, shaking a bottle of clear top coat. She blew on her nails to help them dry faster. "And nothing, baby, really. I'm just teasing. It's normal to be a little hormonal and cranky right now."

"I am not cranky!" At her girlfriend's incredulous look, she sighed. "Fine. Maybe a little. You would be too if you had a watermelon moving all your organs around."

Arizona laughed and craned her neck to give her a sweet kiss. "Oh, I absolutely would be. I'd be a monster."

She finished up the clear coat and made her promise not to move her fingers, then packed up her nail kit and rose from her spot on the floor in front of Callie. "I'm gonna get a glass of wine. Want anything?"

"A glass of wine."

Arizona shot her a playful glare. "Very funny."

When she returned from the kitchen, sipping a glass of white, she watched Callie with an amused grin. She had her hands flat on her thighs, acting stiff to avoid smearing the nail polish. She set her glass down and bent over the back of the couch, slinking her arms around her from behind and nuzzling her nose into her neck. "I know it sucks, baby. I know. This part always does. But you're doing so well and you're so close and by this time next week, you'll have your beautiful, perfect little baby in your arms."

Callie relaxed a bit in her arms and tilted her head back to give her a kiss, sighing quietly. "I just want her to be here already."

"I know. Me too. I can't wait to meet her." She kissed the crest of Callie's jaw. "I hope she looks just like you."

"Me too."

"You really gotta pick a name."

Callie groaned. "Don't remind me. She's just too perfect. She's unnameable."

"I have a feeling she won't be thrilled with Jane Doe when she's older."

The brunette laughed and rolled her eyes. "At least she'll have a comedian for a mom."

A small smile tugged at Arizona's lips. She absentmindedly massaged Callie's shoulders. "Are you sure? About, y'know… me being a mom thing?"

Callie's brow furrowed. "Are you having doubts?"

"No! No. Of course not. I just… I worry, I guess. That we rushed it. Emotions were running so high and I just… I don't want you to wake up one day and realize you regret it."

Callie moved to grab Arizona's hands, but a gentle swat on the shoulder from the blonde stopped her. "Don't move 'em yet. Not dry."

Callie rolled her eyes. "Arizona, I've known you basically my entire life. And I've been in love with you for almost that long. You're not some stranger to me, okay? I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't sure."

"I know, I just—"

"I love you, Arizona. I love you so much. I know everything about you." She turned on the couch to look at her full on, hoping to drive home her point. "You eat too much sugar and you're scary when you're competitive and you're so stubborn that it pisses me off sometimes. But I also know that when you love something, you love it fiercely. You protect the things you love more than anyone I have ever met. You're so patient and smart and kind and I would be so lucky for my daughter to have a mother like you. Okay?"

"Okay." Arizona smiled to herself, feeling uncharacteristically shy, and pressed a kiss to Callie's temple.

"Good. Now say it. You're her mom."

"I'm her mom." Arizona rolled her eyes, biting back her grin. "Lemme check your nails." She examined them, tapping lightly. "Okay, all dry. I release you from your shackles."

Callie fisted Arizona's shirt in her newly freed hand and tugged on her, making her squeal a bit as she came in for a kiss, slow and sweet. Callie pulled away suddenly, wincing a little bit.

"What?" Arizona's brow furrowed in concern.

"Um."

"What, Callie?" She sat on the couch next to her, searching her face for clues. The brunette's eyes were laser focused, staring off into space, her lips parted a bit. "Are you okay?"

"What does a contraction feel like? Because I think I just had one."

A/N: hi friends! thank you guys so much for all the reviews and feedback, 130 so quickly is amazing and means so much to me! I also wanted to thank you for the congratulations on my grades, y'all are too kind. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please let me know what you think! :) you guys have tolerated a lot of drama lol so I wanted to incorporate a small bit of fluff and domestic life in between it all. I'm excited for the next chapter, hope you guys are too.