A/N: This will be a collection of Awkward Moments between the Fosters. Requests are welcome but they have to be AWKWARD of course. I prefer to write about the women in the family simply because I suck at writing Jesus, Brandon, and Jude. But if it's awkward enough and interesting enough to give me the inspiration I will try my best to write them. Though expect more about the women in the family. If you want me to include my OC's (Lux and Christina) let me know.

And please don't take offense if I don't write your request. Either I couldn't think of a thing to write or I didn't understand because it wasn't very specific enough. If you are signed in, I will respond to you as to why I couldn't write it or ask you for more information to elaborate. But if not, then I can't...

Whose Birth Control is it?: Part 1

Stef walked into the living room and sighed when she noticed Mariana's flats in lying in the center of the room. "Mariana, I am not your maid! Get your butt down here and come and get your flats! The living room is not a walk-in closet!" she wailed and waited for her daughter's footsteps to start racing down the stairs.

She scrunched up her nose when she didn't hear anything. "Mariana!" she shouted again.

"Honey, she's not here. She's on a date with Zac, remember?" Lena informed her as she walked in and took a seat on the couch with her laptop.

"Oh yes. I completely forgot about that," Stef sighed again. "You know, if miss thing keeps leaving her shoes everywhere I'm going to start throwing them out," the blonde suggested as she practically patted herself on the back at the suggestion. "Or I'm going to glue them to her feet," she nodded enthusiastically, "Crazy-glue them to her feet," she smiled.

Lena chuckled, "I warned her about that too."

"I bet if I tell her she won't be allowed to go out with Zac for a week the next time she does it, she'll remember," Stef hypothesized as she stuck her tongue out on Lena and made her way up the steps.

"We will try that one next time."

Stef opened the door to Mariana's room and shook her head when she noticed the flat iron still plugged into the electrical socket. Even though it was off, she knew it wasn't wise to leave them plugged in, considering how dangerous they are and how many times she heard of what could happen if you didn't unplug anything that heated up. The tag explaining the hazards was still taped onto the wire… And still, Mariana and Callie would leave it plugged in. "Maybe I'll throw this in the trash too," she mumbled to herself before walking over toward the closet and sliding the door open. She knelt down and tossed the flats in and attempted to slide it back closed, but a brown paper bag hiding in the corner immediately caught her eye.

"No, she does not have her school lunch lying in the closet," Stef mumbled to herself at the whole new level of irresponsibility before reaching for it. The first thing she noticed was that it was light.

Definitely not lunch.

It wasn't like them to snoop with the intention of snooping, but the curiosity was too much for Stef.

Lena would probably leave the bag alone.

But Stef was no Lena.

She instantly began unfolding the flap to look inside. And once she did, she regretted it completely. Before she knew it, her hand was reaching inside of the bag for the small and thin pink container. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it was even before she opened it. And she held her breath before she did so. Two seconds later, she was faced with a ton of small pills. Immediately, her eyes widened when she realized that three of the 28 pills in the package were missing.

She shook her head and closed her mouth, letting out all of the air she was holding in through her nose. "LENA!" she shouted as she tried to make her way over to Callie's bed to sit down. She put both of her hands on her knees and closed her eyes, trying to take in yet another breath.

There were so many reasons for the woman to be angry. But Stef couldn't figure out which one was worse. That one of her daughters had the pills in the first place and were taking them… that she didn't even bother to consult with either one of them about it first and did it the sneaky way… where she got the pills to begin with… or that one of them was probably having sex right now for all she knew. All of these thoughts had the potential to drive her crazy.

"Where are you?" Lena asked as she made her way upstairs and went into her own bedroom first.

"The girls' room," Stef yelled while she kept her eyes closed in a sad attempt to meditate.

"What's up?" Lena asked as she entered their room and saw Stef with her eyes closed on Callie's bed. The blonde opened them and held up her hand up with the open pink container for Lena to see. She made a face as she stared at her wife.

Lena eyed the container and walked closer toward Stef and noticed the three missing pills, "Oh my God," she mumbled as she took in a deep breath and let the air out. "Okay. Where did you find it?"

"In the girls' closet in a brown paper bag," Stef said matter-of-factly. "Still think it was a good idea to teach our children about safe-sex?"

Lena winced, "Okay, Stef. Let's not blame me. That's not going to help anything."

"One of our daughters is on birth control and we didn't even know it," Stef felt the need to remind her.

"I know that, Stef."

"So, what are we going to do?"

"Well, we're going to try not to make a big deal out of it, because you know what's going to happen if we do."

Stef squinted her eyes at her wife in confusion, "...What?"

Lena made a serious face. "Whichever one of our girls that belongs to is going to accuse us of sexism."

Stef watched the look on her wife's face and couldn't help but ask her next question, "Lena, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Brandon and Jesus aren't virgins, honey. That's what I'm talking about. We didn't make a big deal when they started having sex, so we can't do it to the girls."

"Yah," Stef nodded. "And Jesus is having sex with random girls he just met and one of them practically had a pregnancy scare already, while Brandon lost his virginity to a girl who put her underwear in his pocket. I think it's time to reevaluate our method."

"Stef," Lena stopped her causing for the blonde to roll her eyes. "I know that you're upset about this. I am too. But the same rules have to apply to all here." Lena paused and watched as Stef shook her head slightly with resistance. "Look, either Mariana or Callie was trying to do the responsible thing. That's better than what we can say for Jesus. So at least one of them has been listening."

"Going behind our backs, taking medicine that we didn't approve of, is responsible to you?" Stef asked sarcastically. "Who knows where Callie or Mariana got theses pills huh? What if they got it from someone on the street and they're placebo pills or something? Then what? She ends up getting pregnant. We end up having to raise the kid and—"

"Stef?" Lena tried to stop her.

"What?" the blonde continued in a loud tone.

"Relax. We're going to handle it."

"You bet your ass we're going to handle it," Stef began nodding her head as she stood up. "Where's Callie?" she stared at her wife.

"Downstairs," Lena answered reluctantly.

"Okay, let's start with her," Stef said as she darted towards the door.

"Stef, please let me handle this," Lena made her way in front her. "If you attack her, she's never going to come to us about anything like this again."

"Because she came to us in the first place?" the blonde questioned sarcastically but Lena stared at her, obviously not impressed. Stef sighed as she handed the container to her wife and watched her grab it and lead the way.

"Callie, uh, can you come here for a minute?" Lena called as the two women waited in the dining room. Neither one of them was happy about any of this but they preferred to get to the bottom of it quickly. And if the pills were Callie's then they wouldn't have to worry about having this conversation while the other kids were home.

"Yeah," Callie voiced as she walked from the kitchen into the dining room with a glass of lemonade in her hand. When she saw the two of them sitting there with strange looks on their faces, she knew it was probably serious. "What's up?" she asked awkwardly.

Stef looked towards Lena, so that they wouldn't get on the wrong foot of the conversation. The blonde knew that that's what would happen if she opened her mouth first.

"Have a seat," Lena tried to say in a the most nonthreatening voice that she could muster, making sure to gesture to the seat in front of Stef and to the side of her.

Callie watched the two women's faces and she couldn't remember the last time they stared at her this way. She reluctantly pulled the chair out to sit and placed her glass on the table. "Am I in trouble?" she asked.

"No, honey. We just wanted to talk to you about something. Well, to ask you something rather."

"Uhuh?" the teen continued.

Lena looked toward her wife for support but Stef stared right back at her. If she wanted to handle this, she would handle this, she thought.

"So…" Lena began as she placed both hands on the table and put the pink container in front of them so that the girl would see it. Callie glanced at it and then back towards her, waiting for the woman to continue. "We uh, we found this in your closet," she kept going, "And… we weren't snooping of anything like that but…" Lena paused and looked towards Stef again, but her wife was still remaining quiet. "Is there something you'd like to tell us?" Lena questioned, hoping that Callie would just say it herself and she wouldn't have to.

"Uh…" Callie said, "Like what?"

"Like…" Lena began but the blonde quickly interrupted.

"Are you and Wyatt having sex?" Stef blurted out.

To be continued.