Parenting class

Background

Heads up: In this universe there was no plane crash so Arizona gets to keep both of her legs and also Sofia was never born.

Amelia moved to Seattle in an attempt to move on from the death of her love, Ryan. She was 7 months pregnant at the time. Derek tried to be there for her and let her live with him and Meredith. However she felt like no one understood or could help. Everyone only looked at her with those sympathetic eyes, looking at her like she still was that 16 years old girl high on drugs. Ryan and Amelia had been addicts, but decided to quit when they started to think about building a family. Amelia had been clean for 6 months, not knowing Ryan had relapsed. The same night Amelia found out she was pregnant she found Ryan dead in their bed caused by an overdose. Seeing her loved one dead almost made her snap back as well, but knowing she was carrying Ryans's baby inside of her made her stronger to resist. She had now been sober for a year, but still got treated as an unstable addict, ready to relapse at any second. She couldn't bare Derek's and Meredith's looks at her, even though they did them unknowingly. She was done with being looked down at and wanted to take her life back.

Amelia's pov:

I told Derek that I'd move out a week ago, he protested but eventually gave in. He knows that I'll only push him away more if he stands in my way. I want my life back, I want my baby to grow up where I have my shit together. Therefor I have signed the lease for a new apartment. It is quite small, but it's near a park and the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. I will eventually apply for a job there. Although I will hate to work under my brother, what option do I have? I've also applied for a parenting class considering I'm due in three months and don't have a clue about how to take care of a baby.

Arizona's pov:

I don't know what I'm doing. I'm mad. Angry. Scared. Callie and I have been having a difficult time the past months. But I thought we got throught it! How could she do this! We had been fighting a lot, but went to therapy and got though it (or so I thought).

A few months ago we decided to try for a baby. It took a while, but we finally got an appointment for insemination about four weeks ago. The doctors told us there would be a result after two weeks so we both were getting angsty. But yesterday the stick finally turned blue. I was exctatic, I was so excited to tell Callie. I had felt kind of distant with her during the last couple of days. We had sort of given up hope about the baby so I thought this really would make up for it. She was on call at the hospital so I came in looking for her. I searched all the floors and asked around, april told me she had seen her go into an on call room about 20 minutes ago. My heart was raising when I got closer to the on call-rooms. I knocked on the door to know for sure if it was her in there.

"Occupied" I heard Callie say. I blasted through with a smile and said "surprise!", but that smiled disappeared quickly. There she was, half naked, with that girl Penny who had just started working at Grey Sloan. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Arizona! What are you doing here?" Callie said unapologetic.

I was horrified and couldn't speak. I rushed out, not saying a word, slamming the door. I got home and gathered my things and left. I was balling my eyes out. "What am I going to do" I thought over and over again.

5 months later:

April let me move in with her after Callie and I broke up; she was truly a good friend. Callie and I got a divorce and not long after she got a job offer in New York. She still didn't know about the baby, I had successfully hidden the bump during the first months because I didn't want her to find out. I didn't want to raise a child with someone who clearly didn't want to raise one with me. I still had a hard time looking into her eyes after that night. The idea of me forgiving her felt impossible so we agreed on a divorce. April was a huge support during this time and was always saying that she was there for me to help with the bab. It helped a lot, but I still felt alone and unsure what I was doing. So one night I signed up for a parenting class, it was a mix of lessons for first time parents. I just hoped it was going to help calm my nerves.