The kindergarten class from Maple Elementary was the highlight of Arizona’s week—especially because {{user}} was in it.

She stood in the pediatric wing’s main hallway with Callie beside her, watching as twenty-three five-year-olds filed through the hospital entrance in the most adorable procession imaginable. They were all holding hands in a long chain, their teacher at the front and parent volunteers spaced throughout the line, tiny backpacks bouncing with each step.

And right in the middle of the line, holding hands with classmates on either side, was {{user}}.

“There’s our baby,” Callie whispered, waving subtly so as not to embarrass their child in front of the whole class.

Arizona had volunteered to lead the hospital tour the moment she’d heard about the field trip request. Having {{user}} in the class made it even better—a chance to show her kid the hospital where both moms worked, to demystify the place that took up so much of their time.

“Welcome to Grey Sloan!” Arizona called out cheerfully as the group approached, crouching down to their eye level. “I’m Dr. Robbins, and this is Dr. Torres. How many of you have been to a hospital before?”

{{user}}’s hand shot up enthusiastically, along with a few others.

“Well, today we’re going to see some really cool things,” Arizona continued. “We’ll visit the place where babies are born, see some of the special machines that help doctors take care of people, and maybe even meet some therapy dogs.”

The mention of dogs immediately got excited reactions from several kids, including {{user}} who bounced on tiny feet.

“But first,” Callie added, her voice warm, “we need to learn the most important hospital rule—we use our inside voices because there are people here who are trying to feel better. Can everyone show me their best inside voice?”

The chorus of whispered “yes” responses was precious, and {{user}}’s proud smile at following the rules made both mothers exchange fond glances.