Callie's POV
I still was having trouble processing the news. I just found out a thousand things in one minute. I can't get adopted, Jude is my half brother, Donald isn't my father, and my mother named me after my real father; well my middle name at least.
My middle name is Quinn; that is my father's name.
I don't know anything else but that. Quinn is my father and I have never met him before. Donald was the only father I ever knew and he isn't even my father. Everything I have known about my family, my biological family is a lie; I don't even know who I am anymore.
It's been a week since Jude was officially adopted and things felt different. It was like he wasn't my brother anymore and I felt like I did when I first arrived at the Foster's home; misfit, different, and lost. At the moment, and ever since Jude was adopted, I feel like I am the only one who doesn't belong there.
Lena and Stef are great, but they are not my parents.
Mariana treats me like she's my sister, but she is not.
Brandon and Jesus treat me the same, they are still not my brothers.
Jude is my brother, but not completely.
One day, I had enough of feeling different and lost and telling myself that is how it is. I waited for Stef and Lena to be alone when I went into the living room where they were. I took a breath as I thought about what I was going to say.
"I have been thinking, and I think we need to find my father." I say and both Lena and Stef exchange glances. I do not know if that is a good or bad thing.
"Sit down." Stef says and I do.
"We've made some calls, including with Donald." Lena tells me. So they have looked into this? Why didn't they tell me that? I didn't like where this was going. Lena looks at Stef again and then back to me. "Your father is the memorial hospital. In Washington."
"What?" I question. He's been living in Washington this whole time? Then I realize she said hospital and I wonder what is wrong with him.
"He's sick. Every sick." Stef says, putting her hand onto top of Lena's. They both look at me with sympathy and sarrow. "A few years ago he was dianosised with lung cancer. He was a heavy smoker." My father makes Donald seem like a much better father even though he killed my mother and left me and Jude without any contact.
"Anyway, a few weeks ago, he had a surgery and it left him in a coma." Lena said, they were taking turns explaining this to me. "It doesn't look like he is going to make it. In a few days they are going to take him off the breathing tube they have him on that is keeping him alive."
So in a few days, my father, the one I never met or knew is going to be dead. I never will get to actually meet him. I will only know his name and that he is my biological father. Somehow, the only thing that matters to me is that I can be adopted soon. That I can officially be Callie Foster.
"And there's something else." Stef says and I get interrupted from my thoughts. I hope this isn't something else that could keep me from being adopted; I really hope they are not going to tell me that I have another father. "When your mother was pregnant with you—" Stef tried to say, but she was struggling on the right words to use; I could tell.
"Callie, you have a sister. A twin." Lena said and I kind of wanted to hear it again to make sure I was hearing her right. I have a twin sister.
"A twin?" I ask, not exactly believing it.
"Yes. Fraternal twins, but still twins." Stef said and I huffed. I couldn't believe this. First I find out I had a different father. I find he is dying and almost dead, and now I find out I have a twin sister. "And every soon she isn't going to have anybody and we'd like to bring her here."
I certainly couldn't just let her lives on the streets. I don't think I really think I had another option in this situation. "Okay." I said and that was that.
My first Fosters fanfic, I am sure this will be a short fic, only a couple chapters.
We will meet Callie's sister in the next chapter and she will get to know her.
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