“I can’t believe you still have this.” Sofia laughed holding up a crumpled picture she drew when she was little.
Callie’s hands shook as she took the yellowing picture from her daughter’s hands. “I still can’t figure out which is which.” she shook her head with a smile. She looked at the juvenile scrawls and many different shades of color before tucking a gray hair behind her ear.
Sofia took the picture back and turned it trying to figure out for herself. “I think this one is the jellyfish, and this one is the mermaid.”
“Mmm.” Callie sighed and took a sip of her now cool tea. “Your mother gave that to me.”
Folding the picture and carefully putting it back in it’s resting place, Sofia curiously tilted her head to the side. “Really?”
“I was having…problems at work. I had to go to court and something led to another and she found me crying in a bathroom.”
“Wait, isn’t that how you met?”
“No, no, we met because I was crying in a bar bathroom.”
Sofia shook her head and waved her hand. “Never mind, keep going.” the younger Torres wouldn’t admit it out loud, but hearing stories about her mothers together always made her giddy.
“She saw me upset so…she gave me a picture you drew in the car. This picture,” she said holding up the folded piece of paper. “She gave it to me so I would feel better, so when I was angry or upset, I could look at what you made and feel better.”
A long, reminiscent look filled Callie’s eyes, the brown orbs shimmering as they looked off somewhere Sofia could only imagine. “You miss her, don’t you?”
Callie stood up and walked over to the back of the living room, a picture of her and the blonde when they were much younger on one of their first dates. She smiled at the memory. “Yeah.”
“Do you still love her?” Sofia whispered.
Callie was about to open her mouth to answer when the subject at hand entered the room. “Dinner’s ready! I think we better eat soon before little Timmy has another fit. You excited to have some turkey?” she cooed to the chubby, dark haired baby in her arms. “Sofia, come get this cutie, grandma’s getting a little tired holding this tiny one.” she tickled her grandson’s tummy and her fading blue eyes shone at her grandson’s laughter.
Sofia got up to take her son in her arms and kissed his cheeks. “Come on, big boy, lets eat!” she squealed.
Arizona watched the two most important people in her life leave the room, a piece of hair, the lightest of blondes, falling into her wrinkling face catching Callie’s attention. “You ready to eat?” she asked.
Through the years, through the pain and loss and tragedies, Arizona still managed to contain some joy, some happiness that Callie loved to see every chance she got.
Shakily getting to her feet and walking up to her old lover, Callie couldn’t help but tuck the stray piece of hair behind Arizona’s ear. “Yeah.”
“Calliope,” Arizona blushed avoiding Callie’s eyes. “Let’s go eat.” she took Callie’s hand and led her to the dining room.
Yeah, Callie thought. She did still love her.