Chapter 6

"Why can't you just have the same cravings as last time?! Callie asked in frustration. It was 2 AM and Callie fell asleep only an hour before after coming back from a sixteen hours shift. Not an hour later is when Arizona burst into her room.

"This baby likes chocolate, Calliope. He likes chocolate and there's nothing I can do about it except for gaining a gazillion pounds!"

"You will not gain a gazillion pounds ,Arizona. You don't even know how many zeros gazillion has!" Callie countered.

"That's coz it's not a real number, Callie!" Arizona said, agitated.

"What does the baby feel like tonight?" Callie asked softly, amused by Arizona's little melt down.

"The baby feels like soufflé," Arizona stated.

"Oh, does he now?"

"Yes. She's kicking me in Morse code, saying 'soufflé'." Until they know the gender of the baby, they agreed to rotate between referring to it as a 'he' and a 'she.'

"It's way too early for the baby to kick, Arizona."

"This baby is special, she knows it, and she lets us know it by Morse kicking at week eight, that she wants soufflé."

"Probably just got her legs," Callie mumbled quietly.

"What was that, Calliope?" Arizona asked in a challenging tone.

"Nothing! Let me see what we've got," Callie said and turned to look at the cupboard. She stocked on chocolaty things in the past couple of weeks, once Arizona started showing signs of cravings. But actually baking a soufflé from scratch at 2 AM might've been a bit of a stretch.

"Okay, we have most of it, but actually not enough chocolate," Callie said, trying to figure out what to do.

"Sorry," Arizona said in shame, "I finished the last two bars earlier when you were at work," she admitted.

"You really don't need to apologize, Arizona. You are pregnant."

"I'm a monster!" Arizona declared.

"Right, a chocolate monster. Doesn't sound all that bad," Callie said softly.

"It really doesn't. Does it?"


"So… no soufflé?" Arizona asked innocently.

"Are you kidding?" Callie said and walked towards the door. "My baby is Morse kicking. This kid is getting his soufflé." She took her jacket off the hanger and put it on.

"Hmm… Calliope, there's a slight chance I'm actually the one who wants the soufflé and not the baby," Arizona said. She felt bad about sending the other woman out in the middle of the night. If they were married, sure, things would've been different in terms of do and don'ts. But she kept wanting and needing things and Callie kept making sure she gets them. It warmed her heart, but also didn't help with the guilt.

"I know," Callie said softly, "I'm just gonna have to take that chance," she winked and shut the door behind her.

Callie was back forty minutes later, thanking her lucky star for 24/7 supermarkets.

Arizona was sitting on the couch, reading a book.

"Please tell me you still want this?" Callie asked.

"You have no idea," Arizona replied and they both smiled. "Oh, what I meant was… baby is still Morse kicking."

"Right," Callie said and started to take out the ingredients. As she did, she caught a glimpse of the photo on the fridge from their first ultrasound, only one week prior. It wasn't much, but it made her smile. Arizona was watching her reaction and smiled as well.

"Look at what we did," Arizona said and made Callie look at her.

"It might just be a little ovaly thing," Callie said, "but it's our ovaly thing."

"I don't know if I can wait three more months for another ultrasound," Arizona admitted.

"You don't have to. We can go around week 15 if you want. Heck, we can go every freaking week. It's our hospital, you know."

They smiled, and as Arizona went back to her book, Callie started making the soufflé. They just existed in comfortable silence, like they've done so many times before.

Callie hummed a little tune while working. She might have been awake and making soufflé at 3 AM, but life was good.

It took her about twenty minutes to finish the preparations, and then she finally put the baking dish in the oven. She knew she did good, and she was simply happy to make Arizona (and by that the baby) happy.

"Okay, all done. Thirty more minutes in the oven, and that's it" she said and turned around to find Arizona dead to the world.

"Oooooof course," Callie said to no one in particular.

She gave herself a moment to look at Arizona. The other woman actually fell asleep with a smile on her face. Her body was going through so many changes, yet Arizona herself was almost carefree, Callie realized.

Callie had noticed that over the past two years. How every day brought more and more of the old Arizona back. Their breakup has been rough. They had to force themselves to stay out of each other's way, no matter how much they wanted to jump back into their previous, unhealthy situation. The beginning was the hardest, but Callie noticed that Arizona pushed through, she was a real trooper, but this, right here, was different. In those first two years, Arizona was surviving, just like Callie did. Arizona was forcing herself to make it day by day. But the last two years were different. Arizona started living again. Callie knew it was even before that. She knew Arizona had a five months long relationship a year after they broke up, and she knew it helped her get some of her self esteem and joy back. But again, it wasn't the same as how Arizona started to behave again two years ago. It wasn't the same as how she was now, on that couch.

Maybe she was just over thinking it and the whole thing was due to the fact that Arizona was glowing.

"God, I'm such a cliché," Callie said to herself quietly.

She went into Arizona's bedroom to pick her comforter, went back to the living room and made sure Arizona was tucked.

"Good night, honey," she said and stood guard until the soufflé was ready.

The wonderful smell that seemed to be floating all around her gently pulled Arizona out of her sleep. At first, she wasn't sure where she was, but a second later a bed tray was put in front of her face.

"Hey," a soft familiar voice said quietly, "Mornin'. I heard you stirring."

A few more seconds and she finally realized she was on the couch, and Callie was in front of her. She finally set up.

"Hmmmm… mornin'," she said and yawned. "Where's Sofia? And what smells so go?"

"Sof is still sleeping," Callie said. It was a Saturday morning and their child, all grown up now, loved her weekend sleep. "And as for the smell, it's breakfast."

"Why are you even up?" Arizona asked. Between her cravings, the crazy hours Callie had at work, especially with her new research, and Sofia, Arizona couldn't figure out why the other woman would pass on a chance to sleep in.

"Because I wanted to make you breakfast, silly," Callie said and Arizona's face broke into a smile. Callie was taking such a good care of her.

"Besides," Callie added, "someone wanted a soufflé last night."

"Oh, shit! I totally fell asleep on you. Didn't I?"

"You did. Like the good old pregnant lady that you are."

"I'm so sorry!" Arizona said, feeling horrible. First, she sends Callie out at 2 AM, then she falls asleep while Callie's making what she asked for. Worst best friend ever, she thought.

"You really don't need to apologize, Arizona. You're just gonna have to eat it now instead," Callie said.

"Is that what I'm smelling?" Arizona asked and closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

"It is. I kept it in the oven all night and just did some reheating a while ago. But that's desert, Arizona."

"Then what's for breakfast?" Arizona asked in confusion.

"Your healthiest favorite thing!" Callie announced excitedly.

"Salad?" Arizona asked and winced.

"A salad…made of pancakes!" Callie said and made Arizona smile.

"You are such a dork. This child is gonna have an obesity problem before he's even born," Arizona concluded.

"Nah, don't worry about it. We're being good, but every now and then, you just need to enjoy a ridiculous, unhealthy meal," Callie assured.

"Is that what the doctor said?" Arizona asked with a smirk.

"Hey, right now, I'm Callie," the other woman said and smiled as she got up to grab Arizona's food.

Arizona looked at her tray and finally noticed there was a flower in a little vase placed on it. She looked around her and saw a few more flowers in different vases around the living room. She smiled softly.

"When did you even have the chance to get flowers?" she asked and made Callie turn.

"Last night, when I got the chocolate. You were so engrossed in your book when I walked in, you didn't even notice," Callie said and Arizona smiled again at how considerate the other woman was.

"Are you gonna eat with me?" Arizona asked.

"Of course! And read the paper. How else is this gonna look like the perfect picture of a lazy Saturday morning?"

"Good point. We should leave some for Sof. She'll be so upset if she finds out she missed mommy's superb soufflé."

"You haven't even tried it yet, Arizona."

"I've had you're soufflé before, Callie."

"Yes, you have," Callie said and approached the counter.

"Wait, are you talking about pound cake right now?" Arizona asked.

"Maybe," Callie said casually. "And don't worry," she said and turned around again, "even the pregnant version of you can't finish this entire tray. Sofia is safe."

"Thank you, Calliope."

"Anytime, Arizona."

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