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Callie picked at her nail nervously as she perched on the edge of her and Arizona’s bed, waiting for Arizona to emerge from her shower. She had to tell Arizona, had to tell her what had been on her mind the last few months, and she had to have faith in her wife’s loyalty to the vow they’d made twice over.
As soon as Arizona settled on the other side of the bed with the help of the crutch that stayed in the bathroom to help her move from shower to bed, she’d already noticed something was up with her wife. “Calliope? What’s wrong? Something’s bothering you.” She said, immediately shuffling closer to Callie, who swung both her legs over so she was sat up on the bed, toes close to the edge of the mattress.
“I have something to tell you, Arizona.” Callie said, her voice a little more subdued than normal. God, it felt like coming out to her dad all over again. The sheepish look in her eyes, the way the pit of her stomach twinged. Arizona softened, putting a hand on Callie’s thigh. “Go on.” She encouraged her.
Callie took a deep breath. She just needed to go for it. “I’ve been thinking a lot about… me, and pronouns. I guess. She and her just doesn’t feel..” They hesitated, avoiding eye-contact as she always did. “Right? I’ve been considering They/Them. But obviously you’re a lesbian..” Callie blurted, ignoring the pricking of tears in their eyes. “And that means you like women, and I love you and you love me and I’m scared this will get in the way of that.” The said, furiously wiping at an escaped teardrop.
Arizona moved her hand off Callie’s thigh, and opened her arms. “Come here.” She said, smiling softly, her gaze gentle and sympathetic. Callie lowered their head on her chest, letting her tears form a damp patch on her wife’s chest. “Oh, Calliope.” She murmured, stroking her wife’s raven coloured locks. “I knew something was up, and I think it’s awesome that you told me. And I think it’s even more awesome that you’ve found another part of yourself.”
“Really? But you like girls.. she/her girls.” Callie sniffed into their chest.
“I love YOU, silly. Not your pronouns, not how you choose to label yourself. I love your honesty, your eyes, your massive soft side that you never let anyone but me see. I fell in love with all that, and your pronouns don’t change that.”
Callie just sobbed harder into her chest, overwhelmed with relief and love for their wife. “I love you too.” They croaked.