Arizona was going to kiss her last night.

That much was obvious.

Amelia knew she was going to by the way she clutched her shoulders - by the way her eyes looked. It was known from her intense stare, and the way she looked at her lips before she decidedly chose not to lean in.

Amelia let her, too. She prompted her. She leaned into her and grazed her nose against Arizona's warm neck, allowing herself to smell the blonde's perfume which, at the time, seemed too tempting to her. She wonders if that was the reason that she pulled back to watch her. She remembers feeling her long yellow locks tickle her skin. Though she was cold, she felt warm at the time.

She gave her a chance. She really did, she thinks.

And she was going to.

Arizona was going to kiss her, and Amelia was going to let her.

But she didn't.

She spoke about this at her AA meeting this morning. Richard stared at her with a look she couldn't quite determine. He smiled and chuckled to himself, and it made Amelia want to run up to him and shake all of the answers he probably had about the enigmatic blonde woman.

She wants to ask. She should ask. That's why she's been waiting in the office all day.

But she noticed the surgical board. Arizona's packed.

Yet, the door swings open and she looks quickly behind her. The surprise doesn't seem to catch up, though, and she's distracted by the child in Arizona's arms and the creepy monkey backpack swung around her shoulder.

"Hey!" Arizona starts, almost frantically. The child giggles, pulls at her mother's hair, and turns her attention to Amelia, who sits in a chair, staring at the two.

"Hey?"

"Last night," Arizona starts, and immediately, Amelia feels her heart start to race. Is this how she's going to say it? She didn't expect this. Not with Arizona's arms occupied by her child and an ugly monkey backpack. "Last night, you said I should bring her to the office right?"

"Wha," Amelia replies, startled by her sudden question. "Y, yeah."

"You don't have surgery for a while," Arizona points out, kicking the door closed with her foot. "Sof, this is Amy," she tells the child. "Remember Amy? I talked about her."

Sofia seems to realize the implications behind the abrupt introduction and ducks her head into her mother's shoulder. "Sofia," Arizona says.

"What's going on?" Amelia interrupts.

"I need a favor."

"Which is?"

Arizona slips the monkey backpack off her shoulder and it falls to the floor with a thud. She grumbles to herself as she settles the child on her feet and bends down to look at her. "Sofia, say hi to Amy."

"Nuh uh."

"Sofia."

When the child turns around, Amelia notices the stuffed reindeer cradled in her arms. She chose that reindeer.

"Hi."

Amelia grins, "Hi, Sofia."

"I need you to watch her."

"What!?" Amelia exclaims.

"Please! Callie is swamped and I have surgery in ten minutes. No one is free. Please, you did want to meet her, didn't you?"

"But-"

"It's only for a few hours! Callie will pick her up before your next surgery, I promise."

"Arizona-" Amelia starts, but the pager on the blonde's waist starts to beep.

"Please, Amelia!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Sofia," Arizona says, and the child turns her attention back to her mother. "You're going to stay with Amy for a few hours, okay? Mami will come and pick you up after, okay?"

"No!" Sofia exclaims.

"Amy is fun! Remember all the nice things Mommy said about her?"

"No!"

"She chose Rudy! You love Rudy, don't you? Amy chose it just for you."

Sofia allows this to sink in as she turns to the neurosurgeon, eyeing her skeptically.

"Sofia, Mommy has to go now," Arizona tells her.

"No!"

"Come on, baby. Amy is fun, okay? You'll have a good time," Arizona promises, kissing her on the forehead.

Amelia stands up and walks over to the mother and daughter, crouching down to reassure Sofia.

"We'll have a great time! Let's, uh, talk about reindeers!" Amelia insists.

Arizona rolls her eyes. "Nice."

Amelia glares at her, "Shouldn't you go?"

"Thank you!" the blonde exclaims. "Okay, baby. I'll see you later, okay?" she kisses Sofia on the forehead and stands to leave. "Thanks so much, Amelia, I owe you big time."

"You really do."

The blonde only grins in reply as she rushes out, and Sofia cradles the reindeer closer to her face as Amelia stares back at her.

"So," she starts. "You named him Rudy?"

Sofia nods hesitantly.

"That's a good name."

She nods again.

"You like reindeers?"

"Uh huh," she murmurs.

"Me too," she says. "Do you want to watch Rudolph?"

Sofia nods hesitantly as Amelia stands and offers her hand to her. Sofia contemplates for a moment, but switches Rudy to one arm so she can take Amelia's hand with her free one. The neurosurgeon slowly leads her to one of the chairs and picks Sofia up so that she's settled comfortably on one.

"Okay," she starts. "I have to look for it."

"Ok."

"Why don't you tell me about Rudy in the meantime?"

"His nose lights up!" she exclaims, and pouts when Amelia doesn't look. "Look!" she demands, and the brunette looks as the nose glows into a neon red. "Like mommy!"

Amelia laughs, "Like mommy?"

"Mommy nose red too!"

"You're right!" she laughs again, "That's so cool!"

"Amy's nose get red too."

"What?" Amelia asks.

"Mommy said Amy get red too," she exclaims. "Red like mommy."

"Yeah?" she asks. "Yeah, that's true," she affirms and looks to the computer again. She thinks for a moment, and then looks back at Sofia, who watches her in wonderment. "What else does Mommy say about Amy?"

"Funny," Sofia explains. "Nice."

"Yeah?"

"Ya! Pretty! Mommy likes Amy?"

"She does?" she asks, and almost feels silly for feeling validation from a child.

But it's Arizona's daughter, she thinks.

"Ya!"

Amelia grins, "Amy likes Mommy too."

She is mostly preoccupied when the door opens behind her. Rudolph is more interesting than she had initially anticipated, and she finds herself almost dissecting the children's film even though Sofia already fell asleep.

She expects it to be Arizona, but finds herself surprised when she rolls her chair around and finds Callie standing at the door, staring at the monkey backpack carelessly tossed on the floor.

"Hey," she says.

"Hey."

"Uh," Callie starts, her eyes briefly scanning the room. They seem to grow cautious as they land back on Amelia.

She wants to scan the room too, to notice what Callie has, but she already knows. Much of Arizona's belongings are here - traces of her lie everywhere. Most of Arizona is here now.

Callie looks over at her child napping on Amelia's lap and her eyes soften. It's not a look of possessiveness, not when she witnesses her child during her tranquil moments.

"Arizona said she left her with you."

Amelia looks down at Sofia, who sleeps with a kind of tenderness that warms her heart. "Yeah."

"Sorry about that," Callie offers. "We got caught up in surgery and daycare is just-"

"No, I get it," Amelia interjects. "I don't mind," she smiles, running her fingers gently through the child's thick hair. "Not at all."

Callie smiles awkwardly and moves closer toward Amelia. "Did she give you any trouble?"

"Nope," Amelia grins, "We had lots of fun."

"Sorry," she says again. "Arizona just sort of decided this herself."

"Well," Amelia grins. "She made a good decision."

Just then, Sofia's eyes flutter open and lighten up when she sees Callie standing in front of her. She jumps out of Amelia's lap and into Callie's arms.

"Mami!"

"Hey, sweetie," she greets her, kissing her softly on the forehead. "Did you have a good time with Amelia?"

"Amy is funny!" Sofia exclaims. "I love her!"

"Yeah?" Callie grins. "That's good."

"Look," the child demands, presenting her reindeer toy with two hands. "Amy chose Rudy!"

Callie seems surprised and looks up towards Amelia. "You chose that?"

"Yeah."

"Arizona said she got it at the Christmas market."

"Yeah, uh," Amelia explains, "We went together."

"Oh," Callie frowns. "But Owen said you cancelled?"

Amelia laughs, "Are you his messenger?"

"No, that's not-"

"I did cancel. For the Christmas market."

"Oh," Callie says. She lifts Sofia in her arms and the child settles comfortably on her chest. She stands and swings the monkey bag on her shoulder and turns to leave. "Thanks for watching her."

"Anytime," Amelia grins. She wants to turn back to the computer now, to finish watching the movie, but she can feel the hesitation coming from Callie as she watches her from the door.

"What's up?" Amelia asks.

"You know, he's my friend so I want to just let you know," Callie starts, "that's where Owen planned to take you. The Christmas market."

"We're not dating, Callie."

"Yeah, but you're not dating Arizona either," she says, and shuts the door behind her.

She doesn't notice when Arizona opens the door, but the shuffling behind her gives the blonde woman away. She doesn't turn to her, though, and instead settles for the intense stare on her back. She can feel the woman's eyes peering at her - waiting, and maybe wondering.

Because she is wondering. She wonders if she'll talk about it.

And though she thinks of how appealing Arizona's lips looked last night, Amelia chooses to say nothing, and flips the page of the chart she has in front of her. She cannot read the words no matter how many times her eyes scan the print. Arizona briefly shuffles behind her and pulls the rolling seat placed next to her to sit just behind her.

She hears a sigh as the blonde takes her seat and rolls her chair closer to her. Amelia only slightly flinches when Arizona gently rests her head against her shoulder.

They say nothing for a while, as Amelia scribbles notes, the pen scratching the paper with a kind of ruggedness she never knew she possessed.

"Are you sad?"

"No."

"Then get off my shoulder," Amelia orders. "You're heavy."

Arizona giggles against her arm, and the neurosurgeon feels her warm breath through her lab coat. She can tell the blonde has closed her eyes when she does nothing to move.

Amelia flips another page, trying to stay still and support Arizona's weight against her unwilling shoulder.

"How was Sofia?" she finally asks.

"Good," she informs her. "She said you like me."

Arizona laughs, "I do."

"She's cute."

"She is," Arizona says, "it's all Callie."

"And you," Amelia adds. "She's got your habits."

The blonde giggles again, and Amelia can feel the vibrations of her laugh against her shoulder. She can feel her breath and her warmth, and suddenly, she wants it.

She wants to say it. She wants to point it out, to tell her that she knew she was going to kiss her, and that maybe she wanted her to, maybe she would let her. She thinks that she wanted her to kiss her too, because she wants to know what it feels like. She still wonders. Most of all, she wants to know what she will do.

She wants, she wants.

"Last night," Amelia starts, and she hears Arizona inhale sharply as she leans closer into her shoulder, exhaling hotly into the cloth of her lab coat. "Last night, you were going to-"

"I'm going to tell Herman."

Her resolve fails. "What?" Amelia asks, surprised by the interruption.

"Tomorrow. I'm going to tell her about the surgery. About everything."

Immediately, Amelia finds herself laughing. She laughs without effort - it's a faulty laugh. Fabricated. Exasperated. Her resolve fails. "Hasn't she already found out?"

"I'm sure she has a clue if she's been keeping track of her medical file releases."

"Right."

"And I'll need you there afterwards… to explain the surgery," Arizona says. "And to reassure her."

"Arizona-"

"I need you, Amelia," she tells her. "I need you to do this."

"Okay," Amelia decides. "Okay, I will."