A/N: Thank you so much for all your reviews it means a lot! I can see that everyone wants one thing to happen, I'm going to stand my ground and go ahead with what I have planned. I hope you enjoy this one.

Chapter 24

Callie could feel the last of her sleep leaving her, but she still clung on to it. She did not want to wake up. Not now, not ever. It was the most peaceful, most comfortable sleep she has ever had. She had no idea what was going on, but she knew she liked it, so she snuggled deeper into her source of heat. Source of heat? That's what cause her eyes to pop open. Who was she in bed with and why?

She took notice of her surroundings. Light pink walls, no scratch that Pepto-Bismol walls, window blinds with the sun peaking in. she saw the billion machines that were humming way, displaying a bunch of numbers on different monitors.

Her nose was met with a diluted scent of strawberry. The Latina looked down to find Arizona wrapped around her, holding her like a safety blanket as if she was too afraid to let her go. For the first time in her life, she found that enduring. It wasn't the first time they were sleeping together. When the blonde's father had passed away, she would often make her way to her room and snuggle with her to help her with her nightmares but she never spent the entire night with her.

This was the very first time they had hopped in bed and spend the entire time sleeping together and doing nothing else. Callie looked down to the woman in her arms as she lightly ran her figures through the back of the blonde hair as she nails gently scratched her skull. She remembered how it used to always calm her down, to have someone run their hand through her hair, it went both ways.

Callie noticed that Arizona's hospital gown and ridden up in her sleep. Just as she was about to drag it down and cover her, she took notice of her belly. It was round and firm, her belly button was out and taut, something she had never seen in her life before. She carefully ran her finger across her abdomen. Almost expecting something, anything. A slight kick or a flutter, a tickle but then she remembered what the doctors said.

"Hey," she heard a voice speak to her

"Hi, did you wake up?"

"Kind of."

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"No, for a moment I thought that it was the baby…"

The two of them sat quietly for a minute. "Did you ever feel it umm… kick? Move?"

"Nope. I should have gotten myself checked out when I couldn't feel it move."

"B…"

"Stop okay! Stop telling me its not my fault. I don't want to hear it. I'm tired of hearing it."

"Okay." Callie whispered before pulling her closer into her arms.

The two of them heard a knock on the door which caused Callie to near jump out of the bed.

"Miss Robbins, Miss Torres." The doctor greeted as he stepped inside and grabbed her chart.

Callie took in her own appearance. All of her buttons of her shirt were undone, her pants where crumpled, her hair was a mess and her shoes, where were her shoes? She remembered hastily kicking them off at night, maybe they landed somewhere below the bed.

She quickly put on the buttons of her shirt together, it was the only thing she could fix. She could fix her clothes, she couldn't fix Arizona she couldn't do anything.

"We usually don't let guests sleep in the same bed as the patients so next time ask for a spare bed, we can get you settled in."

"Sure."

The doctor closed her chart before putting it back.

"I'm aware you know what the situation is-"

"Can you ummm… can you tell us again what's wrong?"

"Towards the end of second month of a pregnancy, the placenta completely closes around the baby, created a pillow like environment for it to thrive. That's the place where the baby gets its food, all the nutrients it need till its delivered. But for some reason yours never closed. While we ran a bunch of tests, its still unclear to us what the cause of it could be, but we know it has been like that for a long time now."

"And.. um if the placenta doesn't close what happens?" Callie asked timidly.

"The baby fails to grow properly. The nutrients don't get absorbed properly, which leads to the baby not developing. It could have poorly formed bones, weak muscles, leaky blood vessels."

Callie shuffled her feet as she tried to find a way to comfort Arizona. "But you can fix that right? There's surgery, you could um do it right now or we could wait till the baby's born and then operate on it?"

"We could, but this a very rare disorder that we are not even sure if its genetic or just a mutation."

"But you can fix it right?!" Callie asked angrily.

The doctor was startled but continued to explain. "Due to rarity of this situation, we cannot do-"

"How much do you need?"

"I'm sorry what?" The doctor asked.

"Fly out the best OB in the world and have them do it, I will pay for everything you'll need."

"Miss Torres, even with the best OB, we just don't have enough research on our hands to effectively cure this condition."

Callie clenched her fists in her palms till it almost drew blood. "Then get the research started, get the trial ready and just… do it!"

"Miss Torres, miss Robbins, I understand your anger, your pain right now, but even if we started research right now, it would take about three months to get the FDAs approval another six months to about a year, maybe three years for a trial until we find a cure, that is if we do ever figure out a cure and those are a lot of ifs -"

"Then do it! I'll fund it! Do it, please do everything to keep our baby…"

"I'm sorry, but even if there are no further complications in the Miss Robbins' pregnancy, we just don't have the time."

Callie ran a shaky hand through her hair, she wasn't sure what they were going to do. She didn't know how but she suddenly felt extremely attached to the baby, it was her baby in there.

"So… You're saying?"

"Termination, as soon as possible. We ran a few more tests on Miss Robbins and its clear that the pregnancy was the reason for her fall, when she was brought in her blood pressure was dangerously low and this could be because of the placental rupture." The doctor looked at the two of them. Even thought hey had discussed termination last night, it can be hard for people to completely process it. "I don't want to rush you, but its better that we get Miss Robbins started on Pitocin so that she can deliver naturally."

"Naturally?" Callie interrupted.

"With the severity of the situation, it would be more dangerous to open her up. It could lead to uncontrolled bleeding. So, we can deliver the baby and then go on from there."

This was the first time Arizona looked at the doctor before speaking up. "What do you mean go from there? There is no going from there, its just over, my baby would be in my arms just lying there quietly."

"I understand that you may need some time to think about this. But we believe that you had a stroke that led to your fall in your shed. There is a possibility that you could stroke out again."

"What if I carried the baby to term? What if I stayed in the hospital till the baby came?"

"At this rate, we are looking at an eighty percent chance of a still birth. Baring any further strokes, I don't think the percentage would go down. But it can definitely go up and be life threatening for you."

Callie nodded as she took in all of this new information. Unlike business where it was clear and set, you make decisions based on the numbers and the graphs, the situation she was in felt extremely different.

"Thank you doctor, we'd like a moment to discuss before… umm we make a decision."

"You can have the nurses page me," the doctor said before leaving. Callie started pacing back and forth as she gathered all of her thoughts. She wasn't even sure what was going on in her head. It was a lot of information for anyone to have in less than ten hours.

"So, we… what do we do?" Arizona asked as she wiped the tear from her eye. "Eighty percent are not the best odds but its not too bad, I could do it. I could be the miracle case that changed the face of medicine or something."

"No," Callie whispered.

"I could have Mama bring me my laptop and I can work from here. The hospital stay is expensive, but I could take out a small mortgage on the house and pay if off, or I could sell the house, its too big for her anyway."

"NO! Just no okay!" Callie screamed.

"What do you mean no!"

"You cannot risk your own life to save a baby that we aren't even sure can survive it. The doctor said eighty percent not eight! That's too risky for me to bet your life on!"

"I'm not asking you to bet my life on it! I want to do it."

"But you are, do you know what a stroke does to you?"

"I'll live-"

"It takes away a big part of you. One of my uncles had it and he couldn't speak after it. The paramedics arrived two minutes after he stroked. Two minutes and he was just, he wasn't himself anywhere. So, no! You are not going anywhere; you are not making your body go through this!"

"How could you kill your own baby?!" Arizona screamed.

"I am not killing my baby."

"Yes, you are, you are trying to kill it and I cannot let you… This is not how it was supposed to go..." The blonde started heaving as she put her face in her palms and started crying.

Callie carefully approached the bed before taking a seat on it. For a moment she wasn't sure what to do, should she give her some space? Let her think things out and then come back with some coffee maybe?

No, this was not it. She as not going to do walk away, not when her baby needed her. Callie pulled the sheets off before getting behind Arizona and holding her in her arms.

"Do you believe in God?"

"What?"

"Do you pray?"

"What does that even have to do with anything?"

Callie took a deep breath before she started. "I pray, it was one of things my Abuela taught me, it was something my mom and dad did when they were happy, or sad, we would go to the church and it would give me some form of peace whenever I felt uncomfortable, that there was something looking out for me. Even in my darkest moments, I believed-"

"What are you saying?"

"I believed in what was taught to me, even when things got rougher, it didn't make things better, but it did make it easier to deal with things. I want what's best for you and the baby. Say we make it out fine by nine months. With everything that the doctor was saying, what kind of life would it be for the baby? Bound by hospitals, having multiple needs stuck to its arm, its belly? Relying on machines to survive? As much as money I have, said that we put it all towards making sure we can give our child as much as we could. It would never be a good life."

Arizona nodded along to what was being told to her. She never grew up religious but what was being told to her felt like her fathers' words when he spoke about protecting the country, being there for the wounded men and women. That's what he would say, 'you need to believe that you can make a difference, that you can make it out alive, because if you stop believing in that one thing, you lost the war even before stepping foot on the battlefield.'

"So... what are we going to do?"

"We are going to talk about baby names, we are going to ask your mom to get the smallest onesie we can find so that we have something for the baby. We are going to get you started on the drugs. Once the baby's here, we are going to spend all the time with our child, we will sing and tell stories-"

"And then?"

Callie brushed the blonde hair away from her forehead before taking her face in her palms. "We will make sure that what happened to our kid doesn't happen to anyone ever again." She felt Arizona nod. "I'll go tell the nurses to page the doctor."

Callie walked up to the nurses' station and asked for the doctor, but just as she was about to head to the room, she went to a hallway instead and started sobbing uncontrollably. Why did this hurt her so much? She didn't even know that she had a kid ten hours ago, that she as going to be a mom. She was a mom. Ummm… not for long. She raised her hand and rubbed the tears away from her eyes. She had to be the strong one now. Arizona needed it. The Latina then called her priest and told him about wanting to baptize their child. She called her accountants and lawyers to draw up papers to having a research study dedicated to this cause. She then texted her assistant to give her a detailed description of all of the top OBs of the world, to check their credentials, their trials, their research.

The brunette took a deep breath to gather herself. She needed to collect herself because she couldn't go in there with tear strained eyes. She had to be there for Arizona.

After a couple of minutes, she made her way to the room to see the doctor switching the blonde's IV bags before he injected something into one of her veins.

"It should take thrifty minutes before labor begins." Callie nodded as she watched the doctor leave.

"So, any names?" Arizona asked.

"Why didn't you tell me about the baby?"

"I was thinking Daniel after my father, but as much as I love my old man, it's too soon. But then what if we have a girl?"

"Why didn't you tell me about the baby?!"

"Can we ummm… not talk about this right now?"

"Why?"

"Because, I cannot do that right now. I need to, I need to make sure that I can get all the time with our baby, without us at each other's throats, so please can we talk about this later."

Callie nodded. If they had only a couple of hours with their baby, she would rather pretend to be a happy little family and shower the baby with as much love as she could rather than fight.

"You don't know what it is?"

"Nope."

"Really? When you think about it, what do you picture?"

Truth be told, she actually pictured the brunette holding their baby, making silly little faces, smiled at it, she could barely see the face or hope for any gender.

"I don't know, a girl maybe?"

"A girl?"

"Yeah, I always wanted a sister, but I was pretty tough on my parents with being a little daredevil and all. Plus, we moved all around the world a lot more since my dad got promoted. Having another baby for them would have been difficult."

"Yeah?"

"What about you? Any sisters? Brothers?"

And that is what they did for the next thirty minutes or so, kept the conversation light and spoke about everything and nothing altogether.

A/N: So… yeah, I did not want them to be together because of a baby so I took this route. I know everyone is probably mad at me for that, but I feel like this story wouldn't be going the way I want to.