Grey's Anatomy: Spirit Day - Part 2 (1/1)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Title: Spirit Day - Part 2
Rating: PG13
Author: englishstrawbie
Beta: kennedysbitch
Status: Complete (1/1)
Characters/Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: Here.
Summary: written for GLAAD's Spirit Day. A follow up to last year's one shot (found here).
Author's note: No spoilers. Other than being set one year later, it has no particular place or time in canon. The plane crash never happened. Short and fluffy as I didn't have as much time to devote to it as I originally planned.
It was early. Too early, as far as Arizona was concerned. Unless Sofia was hollering for her Mama, seven a.m. didn’t exist on days when she wasn’t due at the hospital until late, or not at all. So why was there an almighty clattering of pots and pans coming from the kitchen at seven a.m.?
Groaning, she rolled over and pulled the pillow with her to cover her ears. It worked and the sound was muffled; only now curiosity got the better of her. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, she rolled onto her back and listened more intently. Underneath the sharp clanging, she could hear the soft lilt of Callie’s voice. She was talking too quietly for Arizona to understand what she was saying but she was certain she caught the odd Spanish word, along with Sofia’s melodic giggle in reply.
With a dramatic sigh, Arizona swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, rubbing her eyes and blinking a few times until her vision focussed. She lifted her hands above her head and stretched as she stood up and walked the few paces to the bedroom door. She opened it slightly and peered through the crack.
Callie was in the kitchen, apron pinned around her waist and her face a picture of concentration as she leaned forward over the counter. She appeared to be reading something - a recipe, from what Arizona could gather, watching as Callie straightened up and poured something that looked like flour into a bowl. It blew up into her face, causing her to cough. Arizona had to bite her lip to stifle a laugh. Sofia was in her high chair, her small hands clasping a wooden spoon that she waved dangerously in the air. She was watching her Momma intently, laughing at the silly faces that Callie would flash at her every now and again to keep her entertained.
Arizona stayed behind the door for a moment, not wanting to disturb the Mami/daughter time that Callie very much deserved after being stuck working the late shift over the last three days. Still, her curiosity became too strong and eventually she opened the door and stepped into the apartment.
Callie looked up and smiled widely. “Hey, you’re awake!” As if realising her mistake, her smile changed to a frown. “Why are you awake so early? You’re not supposed to be up for at least another hour. It’s not ready yet.”
Arizona padded forward, dropping a kiss on her daughter’s delicate black hair and then her wife’s lips, laughing as she brushed flour off of Callie’s cheek. “I’d still be asleep if someone hadn’t been making so much noise.” She turned her head towards Sofia and winked. “And by ’someone’, I mean your Mami.”
Sofia gurgled, which Arizona took to be agreement with her statement, as Callie shot her an apologetic look.
“Sorry.”
Arizona waved her hand, brushing off the apology. She was more interested in the bowl of mixture that Callie was stirring. “What’s not ready?”
“I’m baking you a cake!” Callie announced proudly.
“Cake for breakfast? That’s not a good example to be setting for our daughter, Calliope.”
“Well, today is special.”
Arizona frowned. October 19th, what was so special about that? Her birthday was in November (and besides, Callie knew she didn’t like to celebrate it), Callie’s birthday was in August and Sofia’s in March. It wasn’t their wedding anniversary or their first date anniversary, or any other anniversary as far as Arizona could remember.
That’s when she saw it. In the corner of the apartment was a cluster of balloons. Purple balloons.
Looking back at Callie, she saw that she was wearing the same purple shirt she had rocked this time last year - the one that had ended up in a heap at the foot of their bed by the end of the night. Sofia was in a new dress that Arizona hadn’t seen before, white with big purple flowers and a purple bow in her hair.
She smiled brightly. “Spirit Day. You remembered!”
Callie smiled back. “I figured since I only learned about it last year, I should do something to mark the occasion this time - starting with cake for breakfast. Cake that will hopefully have purple icing on it once I’m done.”
She looked somewhat perplexed by the idea as she stared at the bowl. She was a good cook, but when it came to baking cakes, that was usually left to Arizona.
“Callie, this is all very sweet, but I’m not sure how baking a cake is really pushing the message of Spirit Day …?” Arizona felt guilty for questioning Callie’s motives, but she wanted Callie to really understand the significance of the day.
“Well, duh, the cake is for you,” Callie said, dusting the ingredients off her hands and reaching across the kitchen bar to a piece of paper, which she picked up and passed to Arizona. It was a receipt for a donation to GLAAD.
“Callie…”
“Wait, there’s more,” Callie interrupted. “I found a local support group for LGBT kids. They’re having an open evening tonight, asking people to come and find out what they’re about. I thought we could go and talk to some of the kids, you can tell them your stories, if you want, and give them some hope - let them see how amazing life can turn out to be,” she continued with a smile. “Maybe we could take Sofia too?”
She held out a pamphlet which Arizona accepted with a shaking hand. Arizona glanced over the words, not really taking them in as her eyes glazed over with tears.
“Calliope Torres, I love you so much, you know that?”
Grabbing her by the lapels of her shirt, Arizona pulled her wife forward and kissed her, pushing her tongue through her lips and deepening the embrace.
Sofia squealed behind them, as she always seemed to do when they displayed any form of public affection.
“You’re awesome,” Callie murmured as Arizona pulled back.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Arizona teased with a laugh.
“Only the cute ones,” Callie countered back, swiping her hand over Arizona’s ass as the blonde wandered to Sofia, who was making a mess of her My Little Pony colouring book with a purple crayon.
Arizona smoothed her hand over her daughter’s hair and kissed her again before propping herself up on one of the bar stools. She surveyed the mess Callie had made. “So, cake for breakfast?”
“Cake for breakfast,” Callie confirmed with a resolute nod, as she set to work on the unfinished mixture.
Arizona sat back and watched her wife work, joining in with Sofia’s giggles as Callie continued to pull faces. She took in her surroundings - a wife, a daughter, a beautiful home, a great job. She couldn’t help but be struck by how far she had come since the first time she had told her best friend, Lucy, that she was gay. Lucy had looked sad and asked her if she was sure, because what would she do if she never got married and never had kids? Because in Lucy’s young, naïve mind, you only got those things when you fell in love with a man, not another woman. Arizona remembered acting tougher than she felt at the time, puffing out her chest and announcing that she didn’t need any of those things to be happy.
How far she had come, indeed.
Title: Spirit Day - Part 2
Rating: PG13
Author: englishstrawbie
Beta: kennedysbitch
Status: Complete (1/1)
Characters/Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Disclaimer: Here.
Summary: written for GLAAD's Spirit Day. A follow up to last year's one shot (found here).
Author's note: No spoilers. Other than being set one year later, it has no particular place or time in canon. The plane crash never happened. Short and fluffy as I didn't have as much time to devote to it as I originally planned.
It was early. Too early, as far as Arizona was concerned. Unless Sofia was hollering for her Mama, seven a.m. didn’t exist on days when she wasn’t due at the hospital until late, or not at all. So why was there an almighty clattering of pots and pans coming from the kitchen at seven a.m.?
Groaning, she rolled over and pulled the pillow with her to cover her ears. It worked and the sound was muffled; only now curiosity got the better of her. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, she rolled onto her back and listened more intently. Underneath the sharp clanging, she could hear the soft lilt of Callie’s voice. She was talking too quietly for Arizona to understand what she was saying but she was certain she caught the odd Spanish word, along with Sofia’s melodic giggle in reply.
With a dramatic sigh, Arizona swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, rubbing her eyes and blinking a few times until her vision focussed. She lifted her hands above her head and stretched as she stood up and walked the few paces to the bedroom door. She opened it slightly and peered through the crack.
Callie was in the kitchen, apron pinned around her waist and her face a picture of concentration as she leaned forward over the counter. She appeared to be reading something - a recipe, from what Arizona could gather, watching as Callie straightened up and poured something that looked like flour into a bowl. It blew up into her face, causing her to cough. Arizona had to bite her lip to stifle a laugh. Sofia was in her high chair, her small hands clasping a wooden spoon that she waved dangerously in the air. She was watching her Momma intently, laughing at the silly faces that Callie would flash at her every now and again to keep her entertained.
Arizona stayed behind the door for a moment, not wanting to disturb the Mami/daughter time that Callie very much deserved after being stuck working the late shift over the last three days. Still, her curiosity became too strong and eventually she opened the door and stepped into the apartment.
Callie looked up and smiled widely. “Hey, you’re awake!” As if realising her mistake, her smile changed to a frown. “Why are you awake so early? You’re not supposed to be up for at least another hour. It’s not ready yet.”
Arizona padded forward, dropping a kiss on her daughter’s delicate black hair and then her wife’s lips, laughing as she brushed flour off of Callie’s cheek. “I’d still be asleep if someone hadn’t been making so much noise.” She turned her head towards Sofia and winked. “And by ’someone’, I mean your Mami.”
Sofia gurgled, which Arizona took to be agreement with her statement, as Callie shot her an apologetic look.
“Sorry.”
Arizona waved her hand, brushing off the apology. She was more interested in the bowl of mixture that Callie was stirring. “What’s not ready?”
“I’m baking you a cake!” Callie announced proudly.
“Cake for breakfast? That’s not a good example to be setting for our daughter, Calliope.”
“Well, today is special.”
Arizona frowned. October 19th, what was so special about that? Her birthday was in November (and besides, Callie knew she didn’t like to celebrate it), Callie’s birthday was in August and Sofia’s in March. It wasn’t their wedding anniversary or their first date anniversary, or any other anniversary as far as Arizona could remember.
That’s when she saw it. In the corner of the apartment was a cluster of balloons. Purple balloons.
Looking back at Callie, she saw that she was wearing the same purple shirt she had rocked this time last year - the one that had ended up in a heap at the foot of their bed by the end of the night. Sofia was in a new dress that Arizona hadn’t seen before, white with big purple flowers and a purple bow in her hair.
She smiled brightly. “Spirit Day. You remembered!”
Callie smiled back. “I figured since I only learned about it last year, I should do something to mark the occasion this time - starting with cake for breakfast. Cake that will hopefully have purple icing on it once I’m done.”
She looked somewhat perplexed by the idea as she stared at the bowl. She was a good cook, but when it came to baking cakes, that was usually left to Arizona.
“Callie, this is all very sweet, but I’m not sure how baking a cake is really pushing the message of Spirit Day …?” Arizona felt guilty for questioning Callie’s motives, but she wanted Callie to really understand the significance of the day.
“Well, duh, the cake is for you,” Callie said, dusting the ingredients off her hands and reaching across the kitchen bar to a piece of paper, which she picked up and passed to Arizona. It was a receipt for a donation to GLAAD.
“Callie…”
“Wait, there’s more,” Callie interrupted. “I found a local support group for LGBT kids. They’re having an open evening tonight, asking people to come and find out what they’re about. I thought we could go and talk to some of the kids, you can tell them your stories, if you want, and give them some hope - let them see how amazing life can turn out to be,” she continued with a smile. “Maybe we could take Sofia too?”
She held out a pamphlet which Arizona accepted with a shaking hand. Arizona glanced over the words, not really taking them in as her eyes glazed over with tears.
“Calliope Torres, I love you so much, you know that?”
Grabbing her by the lapels of her shirt, Arizona pulled her wife forward and kissed her, pushing her tongue through her lips and deepening the embrace.
Sofia squealed behind them, as she always seemed to do when they displayed any form of public affection.
“You’re awesome,” Callie murmured as Arizona pulled back.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Arizona teased with a laugh.
“Only the cute ones,” Callie countered back, swiping her hand over Arizona’s ass as the blonde wandered to Sofia, who was making a mess of her My Little Pony colouring book with a purple crayon.
Arizona smoothed her hand over her daughter’s hair and kissed her again before propping herself up on one of the bar stools. She surveyed the mess Callie had made. “So, cake for breakfast?”
“Cake for breakfast,” Callie confirmed with a resolute nod, as she set to work on the unfinished mixture.
Arizona sat back and watched her wife work, joining in with Sofia’s giggles as Callie continued to pull faces. She took in her surroundings - a wife, a daughter, a beautiful home, a great job. She couldn’t help but be struck by how far she had come since the first time she had told her best friend, Lucy, that she was gay. Lucy had looked sad and asked her if she was sure, because what would she do if she never got married and never had kids? Because in Lucy’s young, naïve mind, you only got those things when you fell in love with a man, not another woman. Arizona remembered acting tougher than she felt at the time, puffing out her chest and announcing that she didn’t need any of those things to be happy.
How far she had come, indeed.