rovingoutfielder-deactivated201 asked: Arizona gets annoyed that Callie is speaking Spanish to Sofia and she can't understand. It could even be when Sofia's older and can speak Spanish back.
“What is what?” Arizona denied as she attempted to wipe all traces of the pout off her face.
“You’re pouting. You’ve been pouting since I put Sofia to bed. She needs to sleep. You’re the one who insists on a strict schedule. So why are you pouting?” Callie reached across the couch to snatch the newspaper Arizona had been reading out of her hands. She stared into Arizona’s eyes even as Arizona fought eye contact.
Finally, Arizona sighed and bowed her head. “You speak Spanish to her as you put her to bed and it makes me feel left out because I never know what you’re saying.”
Callie fought the smile that tried to make its way across her face. “Is that all? Arizona, I can teach you Spanish. I can teach both of you at the same time.” A devilish smile spread across her face. “Or I can put you to bed and start by teaching you all my favorite words.”
Arizona instantly jumped from her place on the couch and pulled her wife toward the bedroom. “I like that idea.”
rovingoutfielder-deactivated201 asked: Sofia's first Halloween.
This took a really long time and I apologize for that.
“Why not? She looks adorable. Don’t you think, Mark?” Arizona defended her choice with a pointed look at Mark, who was hanging back at the door cautiously waiting.
“Of course she does. She always looks adorable,” Mark toed the line, unsure of how to answer honestly in a way that wouldn’t start a fight.
“All right, crazy lady. We don’t have time to change it, so let’s just go.” Callie handed the bags over to Arizona and scooped down to pick up her delighted, oblivious peas in a pod.
I get legitimately mad when people don’t have good taste in music (read: my taste in music). Queen absolutely fits into this category.
I do the same thing. I’m always so hesitant to discuss music tastes anymore with people in case I should have to reconsider a friendship.
“Oh…” Callie stopped dead in her tracks. “…my god,” she croaked out.
Arizona lay on her side in the middle of their bed, her head resting on her propped up hand. Her other hand tugged open her jersey to reveal porcelain skin beneath. Callie took in the sight from head to toe, from the open jersey to the matching bikini panties to the knee socks.
Arizona patted the bed in front of her. “Coming?”
“Soon, I’m sure,” Callie grumbled, walking closer to the bed.
Emma. You killed someone. I hope you’re pleased with yourself.