A/N: Hey! So this idea popped into my head and I totally had to write it. I have only a vague idea where this is going, but hopefully it'll turn out well.
I only made a few changes to Bay and Daphne's age since they're so much older then the Foster's kids. I made them the same age as the twins. I even made a little age chart because I was getting confused while writing so that might help:
Brandon/Callie: 1997
Daphne/Bay: October 22, 1998
Twins: 1998
Jude: 2000
I also got rid of the whole Brandon/Callie storyline (since I don't ship them, it's not gonna be a problem) and Robert Quinn. Well, she got adopted without a problem but he might still turn up. Everything is kind of undecided at this point. The Switched at Birth storyline is completely different, as you will see. I have no idea what S B characters are going to show up, but I guarantee there will be some.
Hope you guys like it!
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January, 2002
The house was completely silent except for the pitter patter of rain hitting the windows and the occasional boom of thunder. Stef lay in bed, her son curled up next to her and her girlfriend pressed against her back.
It was just after three when the doorbell sounded, almost completely covered by a clap of thunder.
Stef jerked away, but Lena only stirred slightly. "Wonder who that is," she wondered aloud, her eyes drooping as she said the words.
Stef climbed out of bed. saying, "I'll check. Go back to sleep, love." She grabbed her robe as she went, wrapping it around herself to fight off the winter chill. She padded down the stairs, turning on a few lights and grabbing her gun when she passed the safe before she finally opened the door.
A woman stood on the porch, a little girl crying on her hip and another ginger little girl clutching her hand. All three were soaked to the bone with only two small suitcases in between them.
The woman looked at Stef with brown eyes full of fear and asked, "Is Lena here?"
…
The girls were tucked away in one of the guest bedrooms, Brandon was asleep in his own bed, and the women were sitting around the kitchen table.
Lena sits at the table, straight hair pulled back into a bun and coffee cup clenched between her hands. "Regina, what are you doing here? Last I heard you were married. Happily married."
Stef held her hand up as Regina went to speak. "Hold on, how
"Our dads are brothers. Our families were really close. We were best friends until Regina's father left and her mother moved them to Kansas," Lena explained as Regina sipped her coffee. "Why are you here, Regina?"
Regina sighed, looking down at the table. "My husband, the girl's father," she took a deep breath, preparing to execute the lie she made up on the bus ride to San Diego. "He beat me. I could handle it, I was planning on getting out: saving money, making plans. Once I had everything ready I was going to leave and give Daphne and Bay a better life. But a few nights ago, he hit Daphne. She's newly deaf and she doesn't know what's going on most of the time and he hit her. I knew I couldn't stay so I took everything I could carry and just left. This is the only place I could think of," Regina explained. It was far from the truth.
Angelo had left almost a year ago, when Daphne first lost her hearing and a blood test confirmed that he wasn't her father. Regina wasn't her mother either. No, she was mom to another little girl being raised by a baseball player who's rarely home and his wife. They seemed like nice people and she never thought she's wreck their family like she did. She only wanted to see Bay once, she never intended to take her.
Lena placed her hand on Regina's arm. "What about your mom?"
Regina wiped at her eyes. "She never liked Angelo. We haven't talked in years."
"Well, you can stay here as long as you need, Regina," Stef said, resting her hands on Lena;s shoulders. "We have two guest bedrooms and I'm sure Brandon will love having kids around."
"Thank you so much," Regina said and Lena showed her upstairs.