Bright Eyes

The wind brushes against Arizona's face as she steps out of her small blue car, a soft hum in the back of her throat and clear sleep deprivation written upon her once flawless face. Her body aches with pains of the day as thoughts of how to perform a very high risk, very problematic surgery on a tiny human. A surgery that she doesn't even want to do in the first place but with both the littlegirl's parents and Derek Sheppard breathing down her neck, she couldn't exactly say no. Grabbing the various files from the passenger's side of her car, a grumbled curse escapes from her pursed lips as a couple tumble onto the pathway stretched out before her. Growing up in a military family, she wonders how she grew to be so fearful of authority? How, now even as an adult, she finds herself unableto say no to anyone who may possible weld a little bit of power above her? She wonders how she could not say no to Derek Shepard with his greasy hair and McDreamy smile, even though she wasn't the least bit attracted to him?


Grabbing the scattering papers that now threaten to fly away from her, Arizona can't help but look up at the lovely beige house that sits before her. Towering only twostories with a brightly red painted door, the house had caught her eye during her first stroll through Seattle, Washington. Her mother had told her that a big house like that was certainly not meant to be lived in alone and advised her to look elsewhere until she was able to make that commitment. Now, she smiles her deep dimple revealing grin, she had made that commitment with the most wonderfullyperfect woman on the planet. So, maybe it had to take a guy wielding a gun at the two of them for her to realize how good things actually were between them, that's not the point. The point is Calliope is hers and she is Calliope's and nothing will ever break them apart again.


Glancing up at the large house that is now full of their things and memories, she wonders how she could have ever lether slip away before. Kids are scary and messy and something that she never thought she would be able to parent after having all the knowledge of what could go wrong. But life is short, like Mr. Clark had deliberately taught them and it is this life that Arizona Robbins refuses to live without Callie. Kids or no kids. Because fear is just something that holds you back and she'll be damned if shelets anything keep her from spending the rest of her years with her Calliope.


She smiles when she notices the bedroom light on as she slowly stands, brushing the stray curls away from her face. Somehow, without even saying anything, without even being present, Calliope manages to take her breath away and she loves that about her. Pushing the files under her arm, she bounces up the pavedwalkway, taking a moment to notice the freshly planted flowers before she pushes open the red door. Instantly she is met by the warmth and the love that radiates through the entire house and she can't deny the fact that her heart does it's own dance number inside of her chest. Dropping her purse and the handful of files onto the sofa, she blows the blond curl away from her forehead and listens intentlyfor her lover.


“Calliope, I'm home!” Her perky voice dances from her lips and she listens for a reply, but instead there is only silence. Wrinkling her brow in confusion, she looks around their living room that was once scattered with files, clothes and magazines that really haven't gotten much of a second glance since they returned from their honeymoon, was suddenly spotless. Like crazy,obsessive cleaning kind of spotless.


“Calliope?” calls out Arizona but yet again she is only answered with silence. Curiosity now sets in as the blond doddles her way into the kitchen, only to find it vacant and just as spotless and shiny as the living room. Gnawing on her bottom lip with her golden brows arched together in the shape of a 'v', the thoughts begin to race in Arizona's mind....