Hello everyone. This is a new story that I have been working on for Brallie. I am still a little unsure about it, but I thought I'd post it anyway.

If there's anyone here who's read my other stories, welcome back. And, if you read Outlaws, I'm very sorry for not updating it. I have been very busy and I haven't had any ideas of what to write. So, please, bare with me. I will most likely be updating any day now!

I DO NOT OWN THE FOSTERS!

I had now been adopted for a few weeks. There wasn't anything different about it, just that it was still sort of awkward between me and Brandon. I was over it and he told me over and over again that he was over it too, and I believed him, but I was still a bit suspicious.

I try hard not to think about what had happened, but it was hard. It was the safest I had felt with anyone since Liam. He always made me feel safe before, but this time it was different. I couldn't go with Wyatt all the way, but with Brandon it just felt natural. He was so gentle and caring and made sure that I was okay. He was the perfect gentleman.

"Earth to Callie," Mariana said, waving her hand in front of my face, snapping me back into reality. "Daydreaming much?"

I chuckled. "Sort of. Anyway, what were you guys talking about?"

"I asked how it feels to be adopted," AJ explained.

We had been spending nearly every day together in school, so he, Mariana, and I had grown pretty close.

"It feels pretty much the same. Although, it is nice knowing that I won't be ripped away from the house."

They laughed. "That is the worst feeling," he answered.

"What's the worst feeling?" Brandon asked, coming up behind me.

"Nothing. Sit down," I said, patting the space next to me.

He took his backpack off and sat down.

"So, how does it feel being a winning composer?" AJ asked him.

Brandon looked guilty for a quick second, but then responded, "It feels good. I beat Tony, the guy who I thought was my friend."

"He was the guy you trusted?" I asked, remembering Brandon had said something about it.

"Yeah, and he totally stole my idea, so I had to do something else. I told him I'd get back at him, and look what happened," he paused a moment for more effect. "I won."

I smiled. "I'm proud of you," I said.

He looked at me, but quickly looked away. Felt like he couldn't look at me after I had been adopted. But, if I was being completely honest, I couldn't quite look at him either.

"Although, I still can't believe I won."

"You were amazing Brandon," Mariana said.

"Yeah dude. It was dope," AJ told him.

I waited a second and then said, "Brandon, you totally deserved it. The composition was beautiful."

"It was hard to write. And I guess I couldn't have written it a few years ago."

I blushed, I think. It was flattering when he told me I helped him.

"What was it inspired by?" Mariana asked.

"Nothing," he said, looking at me for a quick second.

"Well, it was a beautiful piece Brandon and you deserved to win," I said.

"Thank you."

Mariana and AJ started talking about something else, so Brandon whispered in my ear.

"You were my inspiration."

I blushed, this time I know I did. I nudged him a little bit. "I seem to be your muse, don't I?" I said jokingly.

"Looks like it, huh?" he replied with a smile.

Even though it was still a bit awkward between us, we had been flirting a little.

Unfortunately, the bell rang and he stormed off.

I stood up, picked up my backpack, but then a I started feeling nauseous. I had been for a while now, but that was it, I never threw up. I took a few breathes and then it went away.

I quickly went to class, but then the feeling came back. Only difference was that I actually had to throw up this time.

I went to the nurses office and knocked on her door.

"Come in."

I went in and sat down on the chair that was opposite to her.

"You're… Callie, right?"

I nodded.

"What happened?"

"I threw up. And right now, I feel it coming again."

She handed me a bucket and I hurled into it.

"Maybe I just ate something bad," I said, wiping my mouth.

She nodded, then wrote something down on a piece of paper. "It was only today you threw up right?"

I nodded. "Although I have been feeling nauseous these past few days."

She nodded again.

"Do you know what it might be? Maybe a bug?"

She shook her head. "I don't think it's a bug you have. But, I'll write you a note for today and if you throw up or feel like you're going to during the next week or so, come see me again."

I nodded and waited for her to write the note.

"Callie, what are you doing home?" Stef asked when I came through the door.

"I didn't feel so good, so the nurse wrote me note."

"Oh no. What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "Nothing really. Just feel like I'm gonna hurl all the time."

"Okay. Do you want me to get you anything before I head to work?"

"No, I'm good thanks."

"Okay. Call me or mama if you need anything."

"Will do."

"Callie," Mariana said, shaking me.

I rubbed my eyes. "What?"

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah. I've been sleeping the entire day."

"Oh, okay. I'm glad."

"Why? What's up?"

"Nothing. I was just worried since you didn't answer any of my texts."

"Well, like I said, I was sleeping."

"Was it some kind of bug?"

I sat up, then shook my head. "She didn't think it was a bug considering I've been feeling like this these past few days."

"Maybe you're pregnant," she joked.

I shook my head. "Of course n…"

My mind drifted off. I started counting.

"Relax Callie. It was a joke."

I nodded, making it known that I understood, then I continued to count and realized that I was late.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," I said and ran to the bathroom.

Mariana followed me.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said and looked at her.

"Are you... pregnant?"

I looked away from her.

"Callie."

"I don't know."

"Well, are you late?"

I couldn't make my mouth say the words, so I nodded.

"Have you had…"

I nodded once again.

She closed the door. "Okay… I know where mama has the pregnancy tests."

I didn't move out of my spot. I couldn't. How was this happening? How could I not have figured it out sooner?

"Okay, 5 minutes," I said, putting the stick on the counter.

I took a deep breathe, trying to keep calm. I felt a hand on my back.

"It's gonna be okay Callie."

"I know, I know."

To me, nothing was gonna be okay. What was I going to do if I really was pregnant? What was I going to tell Brandon? Stef and Lena? My head was spinning and then the buzzer on my phone rang.

"It's time," Mariana said.

I took another deep breathe and picked it up.

"Oh… no…" I said, tears started streaming down my face.

It was positive.

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