After the Storm

Chapter 18: How Could it Be?

The next morning, Arizona and I found ourselves lying in bed, counting the minutes before we had to get up for work.

We'd gotten a lot of packing done while Sofia was asleep last night, but we weren't quite finished.

"Say something again," I ordered, my hand sprawled out over her stomach.

"Like what?" she asked.

I squealed softly.

"She likes the sound of your voice,"

Arizona smiled down at her belly.

"Mommy loves you so much, baby," she cooed, rubbing small circles into her belly.

Moments later, the alarm clock began ringing on the nightstand beside her.

She groaned, reaching over and turning it off.

"I really don't feel like going to work today," Arizona said, turning towards me.

"Screw work," I said, sitting up.

"What?"

"I'm going to call Hunt, and tell him we're not coming in,"

"Callie," she said my name, sitting up. "We've missed enough work in the past few months,"

"Okay," I breathed, laying back down.

"If you want to go work a twelve hour shift, having to stand on your feet all day, an aching back, and random spurts of nausea and vomiting,"

She laughed.

"You're right. Call Hunt,"

"That's my girl," I sat up again.

I dialed Owen's number, and waited for him to pick up.

Within seconds, I could hear Owen's voice on the other line.

"Torres?"

"Hey, Hunt, Arizona isn't feeling well this morning, so I'm going to stay and take care of her, is that okay?"

"Course. Feel better," he said.

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow,"

"Bye,"

I hung up the phone, and threw it to the end of the bed.

"Now we can just sleep all day,"

I leaned back, and kissed around her jaw line.

"I love you, Callie," she moaned.

"I love you, too,"

As I kissed her lips softly, Sofia's cry came through the baby monitor.

"Someone's up,"

I sighed. "I'll get it. She's gotta' be at school soon, anyway,"

Arizona smiled. "I'll be up in a few minutes to say goodbye,"

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A few hours later, Arizona and I were now packing up more things in the apartment.

We'd finished the entire living room, most of the kitchen besides a few plates, cups, and some silverware, most of our bedroom, and now we were working on Sofia's room.

The apartment was pretty small, so there wasn't much to pack up.

At this rate, we'd be done packing by the end of the day if we kept up with it.