I Left My Heart in San Diego

CURRENT STORY DATE: 09/18/10

I slinked up Billie's chest, laying down next to him, both of our chests rising and falling rapidly. "Oh, fuck, Izzie," Billie breathed, smiling.

I edged out a small laugh, licking my lips. "I hate Tre right now."

Billie laughed, rolling over and kissing me deeply. "Be glad that it wasn't Mike."

"Or Ollie!" I added.

"Oh, that would've been so fucking embarrassing!" Billie exclaimed, laughing. "Ow, fuck."

I sighed and started leaving a trail of kisses across his jaw, down his neck, and across his collarbone, making him moan with pleasure. I giggled underneath my kisses, returning to his lips. Billie was now kissing me hungrily, and I know what he wanted. I certainly wasn't going to refuse him, since I'm already pregnant, I was concerned about his ribs.

I broke off, breathing heavily. "What about your ribs?" I asked.

"Fuck it, I want you so bad right now," Billie said, lifting his head up to continue kissing me.

I broke off again, concerned. "Are you sure?"

"Arizona. I don't give a shit about my fucking ribs. I just want you," Billie said firmly.

"Alright," I said, shrugging. Billie's kisses were as hungry as ever, and I certainly wasn't going to refuse him what he wanted. With him already half-naked from the previous, my clothes were just coming off piece by piece, me practically ripping off his shirt. I don't think I had ever wanted Billie as bad as I wanted him right now. Billie flipped us over, and I could sense the pain from his ribs in his touch; I narrowly avoided fingernails in my side.

Fuck me hard, Billie, I thought, unable to speak at the moment.

I think Billie will always be gentle upon first entry, as he was this time upon entering me. But once he was in, it seemed like he read my mind. I let out a loud moan as Billie ground his hips into mine, and I could feel the fucking bone against mine. "Billie!" I yelled, my eyes squeezed shut.

I could hear Billie's grunts as he continued, obviously having no trouble with only one arm to support himself. "BILLIE!" I screamed, my fingernails digging into Billie's back.

I arched my back, grinding our hips even closer together. "BILLIE!" I screamed again, louder, as we reached our climax. Billie rolled off, panting heavily along with me. Then the worst thing happened: my phone rang. Billie and I looked at each other. "Oh, shit...," we simultaneously muttered.

I looked over at my phone, eying the ID. "Shit!" I hissed. I looked over at Billie, picking up my phone. "It's my mom," I mouthed, holding the phone to my ear.

"Aw, fuck," Billie whispered, making me smile.

"Hello?" I answered, still breathing heavily.

"Arizona?" my mom asked suspiciously. "Why are you breathing so hard?"

"Oh, um...Billie and I were just running around the house," I lied hastily.

"What were you two doing running around the house?" my mom asked, still suspicious. I could tell she didn't believe me; my lie was falling apart very quickly.

"...Playing tag," I continued to lie. The pauses I was taking before I answered were not helping me convince my mother that I was not just having sex with my boyfriend - fiance. I smiled as I mentally corrected myself.

"Aren't you a little old for that, Arizona?" my mom asked, becoming less and less convinced. I could hear it in the tone of her voice.

"Mom, come on. It's tag. It's a classic game," I reasoned. Billie tried not to laugh next to me, and I slapped him on the shoulder to make him shut up, a smile on my face.

"Arizona, what have you really been doing?" my mom asked blatantly.

"I'm not lying, Mom! Billie and I were just playing tag!" I defended.

"Arizona, I know you're bullshitting me. What have you just been doing?"

"No, really, Mom!" I insisted.

My mom gasped. "Arizona! Were you..." My mom trailed off, and took a second before speaking again. "Were you just having sex?" she whispered.

"Mom!" I whined.

"Well? Were you?" my mom asked, a little firmer now.

"Mom, what--"

"You were! Arizona Willows!"

I sighed. "Yes, Mom, Billie and I were just having sex," I said, rolling my eyes. I looked over at Billie, who had a look of fake shock on his face, which I couldn't help smiling at. I took the phone away from my mouth and leaned over to kiss him. He continued to kiss me, but I broke off. "I'm on the phone with my mother, Billie!" I whispered.

"Arizona, I hope you used protection!" my mom warned.

"Yeah, about that..."

"What?" she asked, concerned.

I sighed again, squeezing the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index fingers. "I'm pregnant, Mom."

I imagined her blinking rapidly multiple times in shock. "You're pregnant?" she whispered.

I nodded. "Yes, Mom. It's Billie's."

"Oh my God! Arizona!" my mom squeaked.

"I know!" I squeaked back.

"I haven't noticed, so you can't be very far along," she said.

"No, only about three weeks," I said.

"Wow. And Billie Joe is okay with this?"

"Yeah! In fact, he's the one that got me so excited."

"That's great, Arizona."

I smiled at my mom's acceptance. "Did you call for a reason?" I asked.

"Well, yes. Aran and I have a dinner reservation tonight, and we need someone to babysit Alaska. Would you be willing to put on some clothes and babysit your sister?"

"Can I bring Billie with me?" I asked.

"Sure, dear."

"Thanks, Mom! We'll be there in ten, alright?" I said.

"Alright, dear, see you soon," my mom said, and hung up. I dropped my phone onto my pants and looked over at Billie.

"Come on, we're gonna go babysit my baby sister," I said, smiling and kissing him.

He tried to kiss me back, but I pulled away. "What?" he whined.

"Let's go! We can finish that at my house," I said, sitting up and stretching, grabbing my bra off the floor.

Billie sat up as well. "Alright, alright."

I laughed, throwing my shirt over my head and pulling up my jeans. "Come on."