Callie's POV: I can't believe I'm doing this. Arizona is making this too complicated. Messing my brain up. She says she loves me. And I don't know if I still love her the same way.
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Sofia nudges me. "Mama, why are you looking at mommy? That should be Penny. You love Penny. You don't love mommy anymore." Sofia was right. I love Penny. Or do I? You are so beautiful Callie. I love you. She turns over. Thanks. It dawns on me, that there's a possibility. A chance that I still love Arizona...
***in Seattle***
Arizona's POV: I run into the lobby of Grey Sloan Memorial. "Meredith!" I'm halted. "Meredith, Callie's bringing Sofia to visit, because she needs to talk to me. Is it okay if Sofia stays at yours for the day?" She nods. "Thank you". I skate away.
***a few hours later***
Arizona's POV: I wait impatiently in the lobby, until I hear my name. "Mommy!" I jump up, and I'm greeted by Sofia. I look up, and I see Callie smiling at me. "Hmm, feels weird to be back here. Grey Sloan Memorial. Grey Sloan..." Her words fade away as my mind jumps to the forest. Mark? I shoulda said it earlier... that I loved her. I shoulda said it earlier. She... she knew. I think she knew. She didn't know. She didn't know. Mark... Mark, hold on. Okay, I need you... I need you to hold on. You'll be okay. You don't need me. You take care of our girls. No. Shut up. Shut up. Do you hear me? Shut up. Lexie's waiting for me. I'll be okay. No! Mark Sloan, no! Hey! No. No! Sofia's waiting for you, and Callie is waiting for you, and I... am waiting for you. We're gonna go home together okay? The years we spend at surgical residents will be the best and worst of our lives. We will be pushed to our breaking point. This is the starting line. This is our arena. How well we play, that's up to us. "Hey, you okay?" Callie puts her hand around me. I nod. "Come on Sofia, let's go see Zola." She jumps around, and runs out of the lobby. Each of you comes here today hopeful, wanting in on the game. A month ago, you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play...That's up to you
