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Title: Dream Weaver (1/1)
Author: burningeden
Rating: PG (implied naughtiness)
Pairing: Callie/Arizona Arizona/Sofia Mark/Arizona (not like that!)
Requested by: [livejournal.com profile] neolithicdream who wanted fairly canon so nothing too AU, preferably a Christmas when Sofia gets the concept of Santa so she’s 3/4 but maybe she’s spending xmas with mark for the first time, no major mark bashing though, but maybe a little rehash of "this is not my dream, xmas mornings with mark" but not angsty...but I'll be happy with what I get.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy it! It started off in one place and wound up in another. I had fun with the banter in this one. Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] lestobiosis, for talking me off the ledge and telling me to post this. :)
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It was Christmas Eve.

Arizona sat on the bedroom floor, trying to finish wrapping Calliope's present. She had misplaced it earlier and frantically turned the house upside down searching for it. The idea of showing Callie a photo of what she had coming was not Arizona's idea of a perfect Christmas morning. Arizona's idea of a perfect Christmas morning was waking up to Sofia's squeals and the sound of her tiny feet rushing to the master bedroom. Sofia was a snuggle junkie. Even when she knew that she had a million presents from Santa, she still wanted under the cover with her mommies and tons of kisses before opening gifts. And the added bonus of watching her open gifts and giving her wife something special every year from now until forever was all Arizona could ask for.

At nearly five years old, Sofia was still smaller than others her age. She had passed all the other milestones and was able to carry on intelligent conversations with the people around her much better than other children her age. She also had the uncanny ability to wrap all three of her parents around her little finger.

Those three parents had sat down during Sofia's first Thanksgiving and hashed out Christmas plans for their daughter. It had actually been Mark's idea.

***

"Look," he had said. "I know there are boundaries here. Cal, you made that clear when you ruined my Coq au Vin, which by the way was hateful and unjustified. Anyway, I know that you two are newlyweds and want to share experiences together with Sofia and I'm not a part of that. So, what if I take her the morning of Christmas Eve and keep her until that evening? Then you guys will have her that night and Christmas morning. I'm fine with seeing her at Christmas dinner. Which I refuse to cook, by the way. You don't appreciate my skills in the kitchen."

Arizona's mouth was hanging open by the time Mark had finished speaking. "Are you serious?"

"About not cooking? Damn right I am. I spent hours watching Julia Child. Hours. You don't mess with a man's Coq au Vin."

"Trust me, no one is messing with your cock of whatever," Callie replied.

"I'm asking if you're serious about Sofia and Christmas," Arizona clarified.

Mark nodded. "Very serious. Just don't blame me when she comes home every Christmas Eve with a sugar high and won't go to sleep. I plan on giving in to ANYTHING she wants."

***


And just like that, Mark and Christmas stopped being a concern for Arizona. She actually loved the set up because it gave her time to do last minute shopping with Callie and finish up the wrapping. For all her talents, Calliope was simply rotten at gift wrapping anything. One attempt would cause enough paper cuts on her talented hands to make it look like 'Dexter' had done the job.

As Arizona affixed the last piece of tape on her wife's gift, she heard the unmistakable sound of her daughter running her way, fresh from her nap.

"MAMA!!"

The panic in Sofia's voice forced Arizona to jump to her feet and meet the little girl in the living room, which was filled with smoke.

"WHY ARE YOU BURNING UP THE HOUSE? WE JUST MOVED HERE!"

"No, no, honey. It's okay." Arizona rushed past her daughter into the kitchen. The smoke was billowing out of the oven and Arizona knew why. The cookies she had promised to NOT make were charcoal black as she dumped them into the sink and turned the water on, spraying them. It caused more smoke to billow out and up ... activating the fire alarm. The shrill sound was loud and painful to the ears.

In the living room, Sofia was rolling all over the place. "I'm suffocating, Mama. And the house is screaming! You made it mad!"

Frantically fanning at the smoke alarm proved pointless so Arizona jerked open the back door, trying to usher the black cloud out of the house. Finally, she hopped up on the counter, stood, and yanked the alarm down, silencing it. When she turned to look for Sofia, the child was still rolling around like she was on fire, but now she was attempting to put her coat on while doing so. Leaving the door open, Arizona walked into the living room and stared down at the her little girl. "What are you doing, Sof?"

The rolling stopped and Sofia flopped onto her back, breathing hard. "You are supposed to stop, drop, and roll when your mama burns the house down."

"That's right, sweetie." Arizona kneeled down, helping Sofia get to her feet. "Where did you learn that?"

"Uncle Alex." Sofia flashed her dazzling smile. "I dialed 911, too."

The telltale sound of sirens confirmed Sofia's words. Inwardly groaning, Arizona stood and shut the back door.

"Yay. I'm not gonna freeze now," Sofia said, shucking off her coat and hanging it back on the wall.

Over the next twenty minutes, Sofia charmed the firemen, gave them candy canes from the Christmas tree, and insisted they take oranges and nuts from the basket on the kitchen counter. Arizona watched the child in action, marveling at how precocious and precious she could be at the same time. Sofia's hair was naturally wavy and a rich medium brown. It was her eyes, however, huge and brown, that could charm anyone into doing anything.

That is how Arizona found herself standing in the cold while Sofia was given a tour of the fire truck, allowed to play with the siren, and given a teddy bear.

That’s also where Callie found her as she eased into the driveway of their new house. The first words out of her mouth were, “Honey, you promised you wouldn’t bake the cookies without me.”

“Bite me, Calliope,” Arizona huffed.

“Pick a spot and I’m all over it.” Callie nuzzled her ear. “Actually, let *me* pick the spot. I know just where -”

“I saved us, Mommy.” Sofia ran across the yard and leaped into Callie’s arms. “I called 911 and stopped, dropped, and rolled. I can’t wait to tell Uncle Alex.”

“He will be so proud of you, mija.” Giving her a kiss, Callie wrinkled her nose. “You smell like burnt cookies.”

Sofia pointed at Arizona. “Wasn’t me. Hey, do you think Santa knows how awesome I was? Because I gave him a really long list and after I refused to eat my vegetables so many times I was sure he’d leave off half of it. But now -”

“I’m sure he knows you’re awesome. You are, after all, just like your mama.” Callie put an arm around Arizona’s shoulder as they headed up to the front door.

“Crap.” Sofia gave an exaggerated sigh. “He won’t give me a single thing then. You are always saying mama is a bad girl when she’s in bed and won’t go to sleep. But you don’t sound very mad then.”

Callie almost dropped the little girl. Arizona caught her and blew a raspberry on her stomach. “You, little miss, need to go set the table.”

“If we still have a table, I will, Mama.”

*~*~*~

By the time Sofia set the undamaged table, the sound of screeching tires could be heard outside.

A moment later, Mark burst through the door, taking quick inventory of the three females who were staring at him. “Alex said Sofia called him to tell him she survived a fire.” His eyes fell on his daughter, who was wearing a red and black apron that was dotted with flour. “Are you okay, goose?”

“I’m fine, Daddy.” Sofia dropped the pie pan she had been meticulously patting a crust into and ran to him. He lifted her in his arms and she planted a big kiss on his cheek. “Mommy keeps saying I smell like burnt popcorn.”

Mark nuzzled her neck, tickling her with his stubble. He breathed deeply and said, “Nope. You still smell like heaven to me.”

“How do you know what heaven smells like?” Sofia asked.

“First time I held you ... I knew.” Mark tweaked her nose and carried her into the kitchen, setting her on the counter. “So, what were you cooking this time, Arizona?”

“Santa’s cookies.” The blond glared at him as if daring him to comment further. “We have more. Santa won’t be disappointed.”

“Yeah, I have a ton of stuff in the car that I need to get started on.” Mark plucked a piece of cookie dough from the packet and ate it greedily. “I wish I had a kitchen like this to work in. When you trip over yourself while cooking it’s clearly time for an upgrade.”

“Why don’t you cook here, Daddy?” Sofia glanced expectantly at her mothers. “He can right? We got two whole ovens and I don’t think anyone fell down here.”

“No, goose,” Mark told her. “This is your time with your moms. Remember, we had most of the day today and we’ll see each other again tomorrow for dinner.”

“But I can help you cook here.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Sofia displayed her prettiest pout. “Tell him he can cook with us, Mama. Please?”

Before Callie could interject and make another suggestion, Arizona tickled the little girl and said, “Of course he can cook here. We’d be more than happy to help out, Mark.”

“Oh no!” Sofia shook her head so hard that her curls fell out of the clip that held them away from her face. “Mama, you gotta watch ‘A Christmas Story’ with me. You promised. You did. And Mommy just makes fun of it until I’m too mad to even enjoy it.”

“Looks like you need to put another place setting on the table, mi vida.” Callie grinned at her daughter when she leaped off the counter and raced to do as she was told. “I hope you don’t mind pasta, Sloan. With everything else to cook I didn’t want to do anything more for dinner tonight.”

“I haven’t had a home cooked meal in months, Cal. You could feed me canned meat and I’d still be grateful.”

So, it was settled. Mark brought in the ham and several side dishes he had agreed to cook for Christmas dinner. He helped Callie prepare the turkey and finish up the pies. They both kept looking up to watch Arizona and Sofia repeating the movie’s script nearly word for word. It was sweet. Sofia had her back against Arizona’s side and both of her tiny hands were on her mama’s. While the little girl shared no DNA with the blond, she definitely shared a bond that her biological parents did not even possess.

Nightmares, monsters under the bed, scraped knees, and any sight of blood required Arizona and ONLY Arizona. It did not matter if the little girl was at a sleep over with Zola, at pre-school, at her Daddy’s, or if Arizona was working. Whoever had Sofia would take her to Arizona and she would have the child soothed within minutes. The pediatric surgeon also had no problem whatsoever being the one to dole out punishment. Mark couldn’t stand to do it, Callie would usually talk herself out of sticking the child in time out, but Arizona only had to give the kid a look and Sofia would immediately head to time out on her own. If her offense was bad enough, she would retrieve her games from her room and put them on Arizona’s side of the bed to be confiscated.

No, DNA did not matter at ALL.

It was Mark who gave Sofia her bath and then her three parents tucked her in and told her Santa would be coming soon.

“Mama?” Sofia caught Arizona’s hand after she had kissed her. “Will Santa be really mad about the vegetable thing? ‘Cause if he doesn’t get me a bike I will understand, but I’ll be upset, too.”

“Baby girl, I bet Santa would give you the world if you asked for it.”

“Well where the hell would I put the world?” The moment the words were out, the little imp’s eyes bulged and she clapped her hands over her mouth. When the adults said nothing, she lowered her hands and said, “Crap, I guess I can kiss that bicycle goodbye now for sure.”

“What have we told you about swearing?” Mark asked.

“Aunt Cristina says it’s okay to say hell because she hopes I put you through it. What does that mean? Am I doing it?”

“Go to sleep, Sofia.” Callie tucked the cover around her sides and kissed her on the forehead. “We will talk about your Aunt Cristina tomorrow.”

“NO!” Sofia cried, sitting up fast and undoing the tightly wrapped cocoon her mommy had tightened around her. The little girl grabbed Callie’s hand. “Timothy’s candle! We didn’t light Uncle Timothy’s candle!”

Arizona held her arms out for her daughter. “We better do that then, huh?”

Mark followed behind them, watching curiously as Sofia headed to the corner, where a cabinet held several pictures. From the kitchen, not wanting to intrude, he kept out of the way. Callie lifted a photo of Arizona’s brother that showed him dressed in his military finest. Sofia gently accepted the picture, wiped it with the long sleeve of her pajama shirt, and pressed a kiss to it. Arizona gave the little girl an unlit candle, helping her hold it while it flickered to life with the help of a match. Sofia held it in her hand for several seconds, then placed it in the candle holder that was attached to one side of the frame.

With her mothers standing several feet away, Sofia bent down on her knees in front of the photo and said, “Dear God, please make sure that my Uncle Tim knows that I saved Mama today. He was a hero and I want to be one, too. I know *he* would give me a bike and teach me to ride. Also, if you have Christmas trees in Heaven can you put a hug under there for him from me? A really big one ‘cause Heaven is a long way so it has to last a while. Let him see our Christmas light burning and know that he’s here with us always. Amen.”

Mark was stunned that Arizona wasn’t crying. His own eyes were burning so he turned away and concentrated on washing out a dish that wasn’t dirty. A few moments later, Arizona joined him at the sink and handed him a beer. He shook his head and said, “I’ve already had two. I need to head home soon anyway.”

“Change of plans.” Opening the lid, she handed it to him and waited for him to take it.

“What do you mean?”

She pulled a toolbox from under the cabinet and set it on the counter. “Uncle Tim isn’t here to put her bike together. Someone even better is. Her *dad*. It’s only fair that you get to see her reaction in the morning since you helped pick it out.”

Mouth ajar, Mark did a double take. “Are you asking me to spend the night with you?”

“Uhm, number one? Gross. Number two? Eww. Number three? That would never happen in a million years and number four ... must you make everything dirty, Sloan?”

“I - I wasn’t.”

She gave him a smile that lit up the room. “While *you* put the bike together and eat the cookies that were not destroyed in the non fire ... I plan on taking my wife to bed and celebrating this glorious holiday with sins of the flesh. If Callie puts the bike together ... I’m out of luck. She treats that stuff like a surgery. And I special ordered a ‘BatGirl’ costume for Christmas and plan on wearing it for her tonight.”

“Oh, so you’re using me to get laid.”

Arizona shook her head, still smiling. “Nah. I think I could get used to you coming around on Christmas morning. And I really think Sofia would like that.”

“If I’m being honest ... this is like a dream come true, Robbins.”

Glancing out at her living room, the blond took stock of her life. The oversized Christmas tree had tons of decorations that Sofia had made. The little girl’s coat hung between Callie’s leather one and Arizona’s plaid. The walls were covered in family photos and framed art from her daughter. Callie’s boots were beside hers in the foyer. A few toys were scattered around the sofa and Arizona smiled, recalling how she had played with the mini-Callie several hours earlier. She felt whole, complete, and happier than she had ever been. This ... this was the life she was meant for. “You know, Mark, sometimes you don’t know what your dream actually is for your life until you’re living it.

“I know exactly what you mean. We’re pretty lucky, huh? You and me.”

“Lucky and then some.”

“Thank you.” Mark pulled her in for a hug. “I know I’ll never come close to being your brother -”

“Nobody can.” Arizona gazed up at him. “But I guess you’re pretty good at being family all the same.”

He released her and added, “Maybe Tim sent me here to look after you in his place.”

Arizona choked on her wine, then gazed at the candle that sat in front of the fireplace with contemplation. “You know ... he did have an insanely vulgar sense of humor and you are definitely vulgar.”

“I guess I’ll do?” Mark asked, somewhat hopefully.

“That’ll do, Pig. That’ll do.” She patted him on the arm affectionately. “Make sure you check on the turkey in about two hours and -”

“I will do a lot of things, Blondie, but taking advice from an arsonist cook isn’t one of them.”

“Touche.”

*
~*~*~


Some time after the bicycle was assembled and the candle had burned itself out, Sofia awoke and saw her Daddy sleeping on the floor beside her. Her smile was enormous as she watched him grunt, scratch his beard, and flop onto his back. He was using one of her stuffed bears as a pillow ... one that had belonged to her Uncle.

Yawning, she snuggled a little further under the cover and whispered, “Thanks, Santa. Merry Christmas, Uncle Tim.”

*~*~* The End ~*~*~


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