Back Together?- A Different Time Means Different Circumstances

Chapter 19- Finally Understanding

Callies POV

When we got home, I noticed Arizona sort of limp inside. Well, she can't really limp because of the prosthetic, but as an orthopedic surgeon I know what it looks like when she's trying to avoid putting pressure on it. Her beautiful blonde hair bounced as she did this and I couldn't help but admire it. She continued to walk into the house and directly to our bedroom.

As she got changed with her back to me I waited until her pants were off, and then quickly put a soft touch on her arm, spooking her. She briefly froze, waiting for me to back away but instead I took a firmer hold on her arm and tried to lead her to the bed. She resisted immediately.

"CALLIE LET GO" she yelled. I didn't. "HEY, LET GO!" She screamed while trying to rip out of my tight hold. I feel horrible doing this to her, but she needs it. Poor Sofia, having to listen to this. I pulled her onto the bed as gently as possible, and held her in a hug until she became still.

"I need to look at it" I whispered into her ear as I released her and got on my knees.

"Callie please, don't" she pleaded. I still hadn't look down at it.

"I need to Arizona" I repeated. She looked away, took a deep breath, and nodded.

I slowly took off her prosthetic, it didn't look bad because she's barely bent using it, but I know it still hurt.

"I'm going to put my hand on your leg now, okay?" I asked.

"Callie please" she responded tearfully.

"Arizona, I'm sorry, I need to" I responded softly. She just nodded slowly in response after thinking about what I had said for a moment with a sigh. As soon as my hand brushed upon her skin she flinched and winced in pain. I slowly massaged, and she began softly crying. She was hurting badly and I hadn't even noticed for months.

Minutes later, her tears slowed and her body began to relax. She started to look down at me I felt her gaze. I'll massage her again tomorrow, but right now, while she's emotionally available, I want nothing more then to hug her and receive a loving hug back.

I put both hands on her belly and smiled at her, expecting something back, but her expression remained blank for a few moments until her shoulders hunched, and her face crinkled suddenly. She let out a shaky breath through her nose as she began crying. I sat back on the bed with her and wrapped one arm around her, leaving the other hand on her belly. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" I questioned softly into her ear.

"There's a heartbeat" she shakily said, and then face towards me to put her head on my shoulder, crying. She wasn't upset, she was letting out stress. I rubbed her back and held her close. This entire time she's been afraid. Not just that the baby is from a rapist but because of everything. Everything about pregnancy scared her, of course it did. She's a fetal surgeon.

"I know...... I know there is" I replied softly.

With my realization, I had hugged her even tighter, and helped her lay down on the bed with me. I pulled the covers over us with one arm wrapped around her, and the other hand resting on her belly. I had her laying on her side towards me while I laid on my back. I rubbed light and small circular motions on her shoulder and the side of her belly while whispering "shhhhh" in a comforting way until she fell asleep. Later that night I ordered a baby Doppler so she could listen to our little girls heartbeat whenever she'd like, and put Sofia to bed. She was so concerned about her Mama but I just don't know how to explain all of this to her.