Fanfic: Made For You (10/10--Epilogue)
Title: Made For You (10/10-Epilogue)
Author: elpmas03
Rating: NC17 (for previous chapters)
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
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Summary: It’s not often that I write such cuteness, but I have to say that I absolutely love this epilogue. Thank you to everyone for reading and commenting!
2 years later…
Mark
It’s not very often that I get all sappy and emotional; then again, it’s not very often that my best friend gets married. And it’s not very often that I get to give her away. But that’s what I did today-I watched as two people made a commitment to make each other happy for the rest of their lives; I watched as a gigantic room full of their friends and family witnessed everything from the vows to the cute little flower girls to Lexie making an idiot of herself and tripping up the steps; I watched as everyone ate great food, danced the night away, and wished them both nothing but a life of pure happiness together. More than seeing all of this, though, I watched everything with such comfort knowing that it’s all possible-the love, the devotion, the happy ending that we all look for.
I know I’m Seattle Grace’s token man-whore, but that happy ending doesn’t even escape me, of all people. Even looking at the two of them now, standing in a corner of the banquet hall, stealing one of the today’s rare, quiet, intimate moments alone, I can’t help but feel hopeful that that will be me someday. They make it look so easy, so effortless, to find that one person you’re meant to be with and give them every part of yourself to build a life together.
They are the reason I’m here. They are the reason we’re all here, bearing witness to something that not many people find. They are the reason I have the courage to watch Lexie and know that it’s possible.
1 year later…
Christina
“God, does Blondie have enough crap?” I complain to Callie as I set a heavy box down on what I assume is the living room floor.
She just gives me an all-knowing smirk, not looking up from the box of random possessions she’s sorting through, sitting on the floor. Just as I flop down on the lone piece of furniture in the room-a large, unbelievably comfortable love seat-I see a head of blonde curls bounce into the room followed by the man whore and Owen.
“Christina. Shoes,” Arizona hisses and glares at my sneakers that are resting on top of her precious hardwood living room floor.
“Wha-Torres is wearing shoes!” I tattle and catch what looks to be a pillow out of the corner of my eye, flying at my head.
I whip it back in the direction of the pissed off pair of brown eyes that threw it and kick my shoes off in the process.
“Calliope,” Arizona warns and rolls her eyes when my former roommate simply shrugs her shoulders and smiles innocently before removing her own shoes. “Alright, well…I think that’s everything!”
Even after 10 hours of moving heavy boxes and furniture on this hot Seattle day, she still manages to say everything with unattainable amounts of energy-no one should be this perky all of the time. But as her statement rings through my ears, the reality of everything sets in. They’ve been building this house for two years, waiting for everything to be finished and perfect before finally calling it home and although they spent most of their time at Arizona’s apartment, Callie and I have still been roommates…until now. We’ve never been besties or anything, but she was there for me…through the aftermath of Burke’s sudden disappearance to the whole intern and Meredith dilemma. And I’ve gotten so used to being there for her-after George’s stupidity and the breakup with Hahn, I was the one who helped her move on. And now I’m not that person who helps put her back together anymore…okay, I haven’t really been that person since she met Rollergirl, but I’ve still been her roommate and to be honest, I don’t know if I’m ready for that to be over.
“Well, do you need help unpacking anything? We could help-” I interrupt the good-byes and watch as shocked eyes turn on me.
I quickly try and recover my cool, but I catch an understanding glimpse and smile from Callie on the floor. She gives Arizona one of those looks that they always have; the kind where they know what the other is thinking without actually talking. It’s normally unbelievably annoying, but I’m thankful for it in this moment.
“-I mean I have better places to be, but…we said we could help until 8 so…” I leave the question hanging in the air as I pick at the bottom of my jeans and avoid eye contact with anyone.
“You know, now that you mention it,” Arizona suddenly perks up; I can see the faint hint of an amused smirk as she pulls a few boxes toward me. “There’s a bunch of old childhood stuff in here you could organize.”
I wipe away the smile that’s forming on my lips just before anyone can see it and shrug my shoulders nonchalantly.
“Fine,” I groan, trying to hide my excitement that we’ll be here for at least a few more hours.
I slide off of the cushion and take a spot in front of Callie, opening the boxes and pulling out a few photo albums. I snap my eyes up from the box after a few minutes of silence; she’s been smiling at me brightly throughout this whole conversation and I know she understands.
“What,” I snap, narrowing my eyes when she doesn’t look away.
“Nothing,” she laughs and gets back to picking through her own boxes.
A few more hours eventually turns into four as we all sort through boxes of clothes, picture frames, and appliances. It took breakups, hookups, and tears for Callie to get to this point, where she has commitment and someone to build a home with, but I know it was all worth it. Because it’s the breakups that make you realize there’s nobody better than who you end up with, it’s the hookups that show you what you have is real, and it’s the tears that make you appreciate how meaningful every laugh is. And as I sit here, watching how excited the two of them are to have everything they’ve ever wanted finally coming true, I can’t help but twirl the ring around my own finger and look forward to that day in June when I get the same thing.
3 years later…
Bailey
“I cannot believe you are letting that child wear those.”
My mumbled disapproval earns an offended, heavy exhale from the woman next to me. She looks down to the sleeping little girl draped across her lap and adjusts the shoe strings on the tiny shoes adorning her daughter’s feet.
“She’s not actually using them…they’re broken, remember?” she winks at me and smiles brightly at her cleverness. “Besides…it takes a pretty cool person to pull wheelies off.”
“She’s only two. It’s bad enough her grown, adult, mother glides around on them, but at least you have all your coordination,” I retort, shaking my head and taking a peak into the operating room below us. “It won’t be long before she learns how to actually use them and Torres has to fix her broken, mangled limbs-“
“Oh, stop it,” Arizona snaps playfully and tucks a stray curl behind her daughter’s ear. “It was Callie’s gift anyway, so…she’ll be the one to blame.”
I let out a low chuckle and see the woman next to me grin at her own coyness just as nurses start to filter into the OR followed by the Greys, Dr. Shepherd, and Dr. Torres. I don’t have to look over to know my ex-mentor is smiling fondly at the pair of brown eyes that are lighting up in our direction. It’s only the three of us in the observation deck, but I’m certain that even if it was jam-packed, Arizona would still be the only one she would see.
“Bailey, could you take her for a minute?” Arizona whispers suddenly, shifting the little girl so she’s sitting up; she doesn’t open her eyes or even acknowledge her sudden change of position. “I have to run to the bathroom.”
Before I can even answer, she sets the tiny body into my arms and stands up.
“What-I, no, I can’t-“
“Two minutes,” she whispers and smiles brightly, scurrying out of the observation deck before I can protest any further.
I roll my eyes and position the tiny legs and arms in the most comfortable way I can think of, holding her body close to mine and swaying back and forth as I look over her features. It’s uncanny how much she looks like Arizona; she has that flawless pale skin, bright blonde ringlets, and those signature dimples that let them both get away with anything and everything. And even though she may not be Callie’s daughter genetically, she is every bit her child when it comes to personality-headstrong, smart, stubborn, and gentle-she’s like a mini-Callie when it comes to her heart and that outgoing, mischievous charm. My rocking body freezes momentarily when I see the brightest blue eyes suddenly staring at me. There’s a momentary glimmer of fear and confusion when she sees that I’m not either one of her mothers, but it quickly fades when I smile calmly and rock her back and forth. It always amazes me how children can sense the presence and absence of their parents and if there’s one child who has that intuition stronger than Emma Robbins-Torres, I have yet to meet them.
“Mommy will be right back,” I whisper in reassurance when her eyes stay fixed on me. “She had to go potty.”
She blinks a few times, but her gaze stays fixed on me as I try to get her back to sleep. Her eyes start to drift shut as I hum Tucker’s favorite lullaby quietly; I can’t help but smile fondly at this tiny human clutching to my scrub top. It took a while for this little miracle to happen, but I couldn’t imagine two people more deserving and meant for her. She’s a flawless vision of their best assets; the perfect mixture of Arizona’s perky, soft, joyful personality and Callie’s carefree, warm, infectious spirit and you don’t have to know them to see how much they love her.
“Thank you,” Arizona’s quiet voice breaks my concentration as she sits back in her chair and gestures for her daughter.
“I can-I mean, I don’t want to wake her,” I mumble, trying to give a reason to let me keep holding her.
“Sure, yeah,” she replies, trying to hold back the pleased laugh I know is ready to escape as she leans forward in her chair and focuses on the surgery below us.
She watches as Callie bobs her head slightly to the music filling the OR and I know I should be paying just as much attention, but I can’t help but stare at the peaceful, angelic face in my arms, marveling at how such a tiny person can bring so many people so much joy.
1 year later…
Arizona
“How about…Cinderella?” Emma’s excited suggestion hangs in the air as she continues to color the pink dress of her favorite Disney character at the kitchen table.
Callie snorts and grabs a blue crayon, putting the finishing touches on her own picture and trying to balance Emma on her lap at the same time.
“Cinderella…” Callie repeats thoughtfully and shrugs her shoulders. “…I like it.”
While Emma’s eyes light up at the thought, my own shoot a death glare at the woman across the kitchen.
“I don’t think so, Em,” I scrunch my face and get a disappointed look from both of them. “You really want a little sister who has a cool name like Cinderella and you don’t have a princess name?”
She ponders my reasoning and shrugs her shoulders.
“We can just change my name then,” she suggests.
“Hmm…to what?” Callie asks, setting her crayon down and adjusting Emma’s position on her lap.
“Snow White,” Emma declares with a sharp, confident nod of her head as she brings her attention back to the picture on the table.
“Problem solved,” Callie says cheerfully, lifting her hands in the air and smiling brightly at me.
I shake my head and throw a piece of broccoli at her when I’m sure Emma isn’t looking; she just smiles and catches it in the air before popping it into her mouth with a cocky grin. I roll my eyes and ignore her as she gets off of her chair and sits Emma down securely before gliding up beside me. She stands behind me, trapping my body between her and the kitchen counter and leaning in to kiss the side of my neck softly. She takes a deep breath and holds it in for a few seconds before letting it out to tickle my shoulder. I shiver involuntarily and smile at the way she’s taking me in and the feel of her stomach against my back. Just as I’m about to turn around, I feel a brief, light pressure on my back and freeze.
“Did she just-“ I start to ask, spinning around suddenly to face a pair of excited eyes.
“Mhmm,” she mumbles, focusing intently on trying to somehow make it happen again.
I run my hand along her stomach and stop suddenly when I feel the tiny foot kick my hand through Callie’s body. I sneak my hand under her shirt and giggle excitedly as I feel more tiny kicks follow my hand along her smooth, bare skin. I look up when her hand slides along mine and entwines our fingers together; I can see tears on the edges of brown eyes and I can almost hear her heart pounding with excitement. She brings her other hand up and pulls me toward her by the back of my neck, kissing me with everything she has and closing her eyes so tightly that a lone tear edges its way out and falls down her cheek.
“I’ve got it!”
Emma’s excited voice invokes us both to laugh against each other’s lips and pull away to look down into anxious blue eyes.
“Riley,” she says simply, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
I turn back to Callie and watch as a wide grin spreads across her lips, mirroring my own. I reach down and scoop up the pleased little girl that part of my heart belongs to, watching as she claps her hands excitedly.
“It’s perfect,” I tell her, kissing her cheek before she lays her head on my shoulder.
“Perfect,” Callie repeats, resting her head on my other shoulder and poking Emma playfully as she rubs her stomach with her other hand.
My heart swells as I think about how many ways that word applies to my life now-perfect.