Prompt: Future Brallie with a baby! :) (which i took as child and this fic happened)

Brandon was with his fifth student of the day, and he was simply worn out, but then he reminded himself that he wasn't doing this for him, it was for Callie and his child that he worked with insufferable students and played the piano for hours on end daily. But then again the feeling when they played a difficult piece perfectly or when a student told him how much they enjoyed the instrument, he was reminded of why his mom, Lena, encouraged him to do this and why he decided this would be a suitable life career.

Just as Brandon was about to get ready for his next student, his train of thought was derailed by his phone ringing obnoxiously. He was surprised as he clearly remembered putting it on silent mode that morning, but despite the annoyance, he proceeded to answer the incessant ringing.

"B! Callie's in the hospital, her water just burst, you've got to come, now, she's screaming for you" Jesus's voice shook him, and reminded him that today was Callie's due date. Brandon scrambled to find his car keys, and quickly sent a text to the next student postponing the class. By this time, he was already shaking, feeling too unstable to trust himself with driving, safety always being of utmost importance to him, and flagged a taxi.

Brandon was trembling, to think watching his closest friends and even his brother have a child would have prepared him better for this moment, but he was still uncontrollably anxious as to what was currently happening without him there and what the future held. Brandon never really ventured into thinking of what it would be like to have a child, his subconscious just assuming the kid would just always be in Callie's uterus, and thinking about what could happen with a child frightened him.

Brandon felt the taxi pull up in the parking lot of the hospital, thrust the pre-prepared notes to him, and ran to the room Jesus texted him a while ago to the faint sound of "good luck" from the taxi driver who must have heard his mumblings. After reassuring the nurse that he was indeed Callie's husband, he rushed to the room and opened the door to a screaming Callie, silently hoping for the best.

"I'm going to fucking kill you for making me have this baby, Foster, you owe me one"

Before Brandon could put in a word or sassy remark edgewise, Callie started screaming earth shattering screams that pulled Brandon to grab a chair and sit next to her, allowing her to grab on tightly to his hand. By this time the contractions were over, and the child, actually their child was coming out. This prompted another round of screams from Callie, and Brandon, clueless as to what to do, just muttered encouraging comments into her ear and peppered kisses all over her face to distract her from the pain.

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The child had Callie's eyes, and Brandon's mouth, with blonde hair that probably came from her grandmother. As Brandon held her in his arms, none of his earlier doubts seem to matter any longer, and he knew in that moment that he would do anything so his little girl would be happy.

"Emma Rosette Foster" Brandon turned when he heard Callie speak, and he knew that the name she chose was perfect for the little angel he held in his arms.

"Hey Cals, do you want to hold her?" Brandon asked Callie, unsure if she felt well enough to do so.

A sure nod from Callie reassured Brandon, and he handed their child to her, and seeing the smile on Callie's face, he knew this was what he wanted in his life, and he would never regret having this amazing family.

Just at that moment, the whole family burst into the hospital ward, with balloons and flowers for Callie, and started admiring Emma from wherever they stood in the room. Mariana handed Callie's camera to one of the nurses, and after a quick instruction as to how to use it, the family sat around Callie's bed, and with a soft click they managed to contain the memory of that day forever.

After putting Emma down in the infirmary and with the full intention of giving Callie a good night's rest, Brandon placed a soft kiss on Callie's forehead, and prepared to leave the room, when he felt someone tug on his fingers.

"Stay, please" And Brandon knew with two simple words and the look on Callie's face that he would, "Sure, Cals."

So all night they just held one another, and just before he dozed off, Brandon whispered, "I love you, Callie Jacob-Foster"

"I love you too, Brandon Foster," Callie shifted in acknowledgement, the words flowing out perfectly.

And with smiles on their faces, the new parents fell into a deep slumber.

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Callie was awoken yet again with Emma crying in the middle of the night and feeling too tired and annoyed to do anything, she just struck Brandon with the pillow until he finally rose from his sleep.

"Go stop her from crying B it's your turn tonight"

"Damn but didn't I just sing her to sleep? You go!"

"I have a photo shoot tomorrow B I can't afford to screw it up with lack of sleep, just please, go."

"Fine but you owe me one now."

After about 15 minutes of what Callie was sure was incessant coaxing and singing, the crying finally stopped, and she could sleep peacefully once again. When Brandon finally got back into the room, Callie could not help but hug him and peck him on the lips in sheer appreciation for his effort.

"Hey, if feeding Em brings me so much good, maybe I'll do that more often, yeah cals?"

"Shut up and go to sleep idiot." Callie replied, swatting him on the arm.

Brandon huffed in indignance. "Kay. Goodnight Callie."

/

When the car pulled up in the driveway, Emma ran straight to the front door, ignoring her babysitter's attempts to calm her down. She knew that that meant her mommy and daddy were home, and all she wanted to do was tell them about the drawing she just did.

To Emma's surprise, Brandon and Callie reached the front door faster than she could waddle there, already informing the babysitter that they could take it from there and paying her, and Emma was in her dad's arms in no time at all. However, her mom was holding onto another little boy who looked terrified, and Emma wondered out loud, "who's that? "

Brandon and Callie shared a glance, and Callie cleared her throat. "He's your new little brother Em, meet Christopher James Foster, and Christopher, meet Emma Rosette Foster, from now on you're going to be brother and sister, so be nice to one another, alright?"

Emma was surprised, but still stretched out a hand, and when Christopher placed his hand in hers, she managed to squeak out a "hello" and a hesitant smile.

"Mommy, can I ask you something?" Emma said, carefully tugging on Callie's hand after being placed on the ground.

"Sure baby, what is it?" Callie suddenly remembered Brandon and Christopher's presence, and after a quick look at the appearance of a shy Emma, she decided that it would be better if it was just the two of them, "Hey, B, mind bringing Christopher to his room?"

"Yeah sure, come on little man." Brandon smiled and walked towards the stairs, the new addition to the family adorably trudging behind him.

"So what was it you wanted to ask honey?"

"Mommy, now that I've got a brother, does that mean you'll love me less?"

"Em, you know that'll never happen, me and daddy love you very much, and having a little brother just means that you will have a playmate, and someone to we'll also love, but that won't change how much we love you." Callie answered softly, mildly taken aback by her daughter's question.

"Really?" Emma said, biting her lip, unsure of what to believe.

"Of course princess." Callie smiled, and bent down to hug Emma.

By this time, Christopher and Brandon were back in the living room, and Brandon suggested that Christopher and Emma go and play whilst he and Callie rested.

"Come on Chris, let's go play!" Emma grinned and grabbed Christopher's hand, pulling him towards the swing set in their backyard.

Callie smiled at the nickname and the gesture, and as Brandon slid an arm behind her back, she knew adopting Christopher was a right choice and a milestone for the life she was ready to have with Brandon.

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"And our next graduate is Emma Rosette Foster, followed by her brother Christopher James Foster."

It was Emma and Christopher's high school graduation, and Callie and Brandon were in the first row, Callie snapping shots every few seconds. She felt a tear fall from Brandon's eyes, and him always being the more sentimental one in their relationship, she was not surprised it had not happened earlier. Just as she was about to look up and tease him about it, the look on his face reminded her of what was currently happening, their babies were growing up, and she proceeded to place a soft kiss on his cheek, starting to tear up herself.

But then as the ceremony finished, and Brandon lightly squeezed Callie's hand, she knew this was a good thing after all, and wiped the tears, and genuinely smiled for her children walking towards her.

"Congrats guys, looks like you're done with high school!" Brandon half screamed, and pushed all of them into a huge family hug that the rest of the fosters joined in, creating a scene of overly zealous people wrapped together.

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Callie knew that with every day that passed, her days with Brandon were reduced by one, yet she could not help to be thankful to wake up daily with him by her side, and to be able to grow old with him was a blessing in itself. She still had butterflies when he did something exceptionally nice for her, and still felt herself flush when he said that he loved her. Even after watching their children grow up one by one, their love was still just as fresh as when they were teenagers, and just maybe, that was the most beautiful part about being in love with Brandon Foster.

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