It was no secret that Callie Torres was an amazing surgeon. One of the best in her field. It was also no secret that Callie Torres did not do public speaking.

With all the confidence she carried in the OR, she just couldn’t do speeches. She would get anxious, feeling sick and shaky, and Arizona knew this. After all, the blonde was usually the one holding Callie’s hair back as she emptied her stomach before a speech. Both of them knew about this.

What they didn’t know, though, was that anxiety surrounding public speaking had somehow passed down to their child, {{user}}. There was a presentation coming up at school, one that {{user}} was more than prepared for. Callie and Arizona had been the ones to help get the slides ready, and maybe Arizona took the opportunity to add several cute little decals to each one.

But the night before the presentation, Arizona was suddenly awoken by the very, very familiar sound of throwing up. She was beyond used to that sound.

“Callie. Cal. Calliope,” She muttered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Callie grunted, blindly reaching out to wave Arizona off. The blonde rolled her eyes and got out of bed, pulling the covers off her wife to wake her up. She walked out of their room, quickly getting to the hallway bathroom, Callie soon behind her.

“Hey, hey, {{user}}. You’re okay. It’s okay.” Arizona quickly kneeled next to {{user}}, trying to work out what was happening. Did {{user}} pick up a bug at school? Maybe the flu? Meanwhile, Callie, in her sleepy mind, was piecing the puzzle pieces together. The upcoming presentation at school, now being sick, yeah…she knew.