I had this thing that would not leave me alone last night, and so I had to write it down before I forgot.
Arizona is 7 months pregnant, and she’s feeling the strain so she takes the day off work. She’s hormonal, irritable, having irrational cravings, and driving Callie insane.
Callie gets off a long shift at work; she’s had a rough day after losing three of her patients and it’s getting to her. She comes home wanting to just go to sleep and forget about her day.
She sees Arizona on the couch watching Dance Moms, with a dill pickle in one hand and a jar of peanut butter in the other. She shifts around uncomfortably, keeping her swollen ankle elevated on the table, prepared to have a go at Callie for taking so long, but she stops short.
She takes one look at her wife and can see the utter exhaustion and disappointment on her face, her lower lip starting to tremble and the tears pooling in the corner of her eyes, and she simply motions for her to come over.
She directs her to sit on the floor in front of her, leaning forward as far as practically possible to whisper delicate, encouraging words in her ear. She rests her hands on Callie’s shoulders and gently starts circling her thumbs into the tense muscles.
She hears a breathy, tearful laugh spill from Callie’s lips, and asks her what she finds funny, thinking it’s something on the tv. Callie reaches up to her shoulder, taking one of Arizona’s hands in her and placing a soft kiss in the centre of her palm.
"I was just thinking about how much I love you. Even if you have really girly hands."