Lena left Anchor Beach around lunchtime due to having a migraine. The migraine was so excruciatingly painful that it had her sensitive to every source of light and sound. The brunette's day started off fairly normal, but soon erupted into what became utter chaos. By the time the warning bell rung for first period Lena already had to suspend four students for fighting. After assigning over fourteen students to in school suspension and after school detention including her twin boys, she'd had enough. Her head was pounding and when it was time for second block to eat lunch she decided to leave. The principal just wanted to get home and lie down for a couple hours before it was time for her wife and children to get home as well as prepare for dinner. When she walked inside of her home she dropped her purse and briefcase by the front door, something Stef absolutely despised of. Lena barely had enough energy to take her belongings out of the SUV let alone carry them all the way to her office. When she got to the kitchen she made a cup of chamomile tea with peppermint, honey, and lemon. She searched the cabinet for her Lavender essential oil and rubbed a drop on her temples to relax her. Lena finished drinking her tea and went into the living room to lie down on the sofa; there she drifted off into dreamland . . .

The Foster Residence

3:25 P.M.

Lena slowly wakes up when she hears the school bus driving away and her children enter their home loud as usual.

"MAMAAAA!" Jude yelled at the top of his lungs.

"MAMAAA! WHERE ARE YOU?" Lena sighed. Well there goes my peace she thought to herself as she rubbed her temples. The mother could already feel her migraine resurfacing.

"MAAA-"

Lena jumped up and walked out into the hallway. "Jude what is it, son?! Why are you yel—Brandon, let your brother go right this instant!" She yelled seeing Brandon with his brother in a headlock and wailing on him. Lena ran over to try to pry her son off of his twin. Once she broke them up, she stood between the boys to put some distance between them. With one hand on Jude's chest and the other on Brandon, she asked again.

"Someone better explain to me what is going on, NOW!" Lena yelled.

"Mama, Brandon tri-"

"Jude won't gi-"

Lena winced in pain when both her boys tried to plead their case at the same time. "STOP!" She yelled. "One at a time, Brandon?" She asked calmly, removing her hands from their chest and placed them on her hips.

"Jude won't give me my detention slip back, he's being such an ass!" Brandon explained trying to grab Jude again.

"Uh Uh!" Lena said stopping him before he could hit Jude again. "Park it! Both of you!" She yelled pointing towards the living room couch. "Jude, you sit to the left and Brandon you sit to the right!" The ten year old's did what their mother asked of them knowing that they were already sliding on thin ice. Lena sat on the coffee table and massaged her temples before looking at her boys. Both sets of twins were the spitting image of her from their olive skin tone to her curly hair, but had Stef's green eyes and blonde hair color.

"Give me the detention slip Jude." Lena said reaching out her hand.

"Mama please let me ex-" Lena cut Brandon off mid sentence by raising her hand to silence him.

Lena looks over the detention slip. " So you got in trouble again by the same teacher after you and Jude left my office from getting ISS for fighting?" She asked looking at her son. Brandon just held his head down and fidgeted with his fingers.

Lena nodded her head; she had a house to clean and dinner to prepare before her wife got home. The exhausted mother was not in the mood to discipline her sons right now. "The both of you go up to your rooms and start on your homework…" She then looked at Jude. "COMPLETE your homework." She said knowing that Jude was a stickler for that. "I do not want to hear a peep from either of you until mom gets home and dinner, understood?"

"Yes mama." The boy said in unison.

"Now go." Lena said sternly as she watched the twins grab their backpacks and head upstairs.

"Girls!" Lena yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"Mam?" Both girls asked from the top of the staircase.

"Come here please."

"Hey mama." Mariana and Callie said giving their mother a hug and kiss.

"Hey sweethearts how are my girls? Huh? Have a good day today?" Lena asked wrapping both arms around her fourteen-year-old twins leading them to the kitchen.

"I had a great day mama! Mr. Odion made me captain of the robotics team this year!" Mariana squealed and Callie rolled her eyes.

"That's great baby! I'm so very proud of you, didn't I tell you that you could do it?" Lena said hugging and kissing her daughter on the forehead. Mariana smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Callie? What about you honey? Mama could use some more good news right about now." Lena smiled walking over to where her hotheaded teen was sitting on the stool. Lena wrapped her in her arms and propped her head on top of the girl's wild blonde curly hair.

Callie shrugged. "It was going good until Mrs. Porter took my phone away from me. She said that she was going to put it on your desk along with my write up for detention tomorrow. Do you have my phone? Can I have it now?" Callie said rolling her eyes. Lena let go and looked at her daughter. Mariana watched on as she opened a mini bag of raw carrots knowing that she was probably about to witness the death of her hardheaded sibling. Stef is usually the parent that hashes out all of the spankings, but every child knew that when their mama reached her breaking point, their behinds would be at the mercy of the Lord. Lena looked at Callie, furious at the child. She clenched her jaws together and rubbed her face with her right hand.

"Callie, how many times do mom and I have to tell you about taking your phone out in class?"

Callie started to speak but Lena held her hand up. She couldn't listen to another one of her children justify why they showed their asses at school today. You'd think they'd be on the straight and narrow being that their mom is the principal, but Lena saw more of her kids in her office than of the other students on campus.

"You know what...just…save it for when mom gets home. I have to start dinner so help Mariana set the table and straightened up downstairs." Lena stated looking at her daughters as they proceeded to do what was asked of them.

"So…Mama, Porter didn't give you my phone?" Callie asked slowly. This child was stepping on eggshells here.

"CALLIE FOSTER!" Mariana jumped as Lena yelled. She stopped chopping the vegetables and pointed the knife in the teen's direction to warn her.

"Okay…okay…sorry Ma!" Callie said wide-eyed and started setting the table like she was told.

Mariana was stunned. Mama is not playing with us today she thought to herself as she finished her last carrot and started to help set the table. Neither teen saying a word as they completed the rest of their chores.

"Mama, we-we're finished with everything." Mariana said as she and Callie entered the large kitchen thirty minutes later.

Lena turned the oven off. "Okay. One of you go and get your brothers. We have to pick Frankie up from daycare." She said tiredly, turning to face her daughters.

"I'll go!" Callie raised her hand and left the kitchen running up the stairs as fast as she could to avoid being alone with her mother.

Lena grabbed her car keys off of the table by the front door and Mariana followed closely behind her. Once they made it outside she noticed that she'd left something behind. "Mariana will you go inside and get my wallet out of my purse please?" She asked.

"Yes mam!" Mariana answered and ran back into the house.

Lena walked towards her platinum; crème colored 2016 Cadillac Escalade ESV and shook her head at how dirty it was. Stef was supposed to wash it yesterday, but instead decided to dance on Lena's last nerves when she got home from her shift.

"Mom was supposed to wash you, but I guess she had other plans." She said running her fingers along the driver side door.

"Mama, were you just talking to your truck?" Mariana chuckled opening the door to the SUV.

"I was huh?" Lena looked at her daughter and let out a soft smile. Mariana laughed as she placed her mother's wallet in the armrest. "What in the hell is taking your sister and brothers so long to get to this truck?" She asked looking towards the house for any sign of them. Lena honked the horn three times in an attempt to run them out of there. After five minutes passed, the fuming brunette stepped out of the SUV and headed towards the front door. Mariana could hear her mother's heels hitting the stoned walkway from the truck. Ooh they're all about to get it She said to herself as she watched Lena enter the house, slamming the door behind her.

Lena took a deep breath before she started her ascend upstairs. The closer she got to the top the louder she could hear the bickering going on between her youngest and eldest. The exhausted mother swung open the door to the boys room and the sight before her just made her want to tear all three of their asses up. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Callie and Jude were in the middle of a whole brawl while Brandon ignored them all together as he sat in his game chair playing his video game with his noise cancelling headphones on. Lena got the strength of God in her and pulled Callie and Jude off of one another. Lena drew her arm back as far as she could and gave the wannabe UFC fighters five incredibly hard whacks on their behinds. She snatched Callie and Jude up by their arms and shoved them out of the room. "Truck. NOW!" She yelled pointing down the stairs. Lena turned her attention towards Brandon to find him completely oblivious to what was going on, making her even angrier. The curly haired woman had come to the end of her rope. She walked over and snatched Brandon's headphones off.

"MAMA!" Brandon looked to her shocked. "Those are three-hundred dollar Beats! You're gonna break them!" He said looking at Lena as if she had gone crazy.

"Yeah? Well your ass will be broken if you do NOT GET IT DOWNSTAIRS AND INTO THE CAR BRANDON FOSTER." Lena yelled grabbing him and smacking his behind as many times as she could before he made a b-line to the car. Brandon got off real lucky because she was about to let him have it. Lena shook her hand to get rid of the sting from firing their little asses up. She locked the house up and drove to pick Frankie up. The entire ten-minute drive to The Lighthouse Academy was filled with silent tears and sniffles. On the way back home the kids managed to fall asleep giving their mama some much needed peace and quiet. Lena pulled into the driveway and let up the garage to park the SUV inside. "Kiddos wake up, we're home!" She said stepping out to remove Frankie from her car seat. "Boys, Callie, I said wake up we're home." Lena said gently shaking their legs as Frankie tightly held her little arms around her neck snuggling deeper into her.

"Everyone go wash up for dinner and do so quietly." Lena pleaded looking to both sets of twins. They quietly went on to do what was asked and came back down for dinner.

"Mama." Frankie whined reaching for her mother. "Mama!" Frankie began kicking and screaming. Lena knew that she was still sleepy and that along with being hungry put the two-year-old in an irritable mood.

"Baby what's the matter?" Lena sighed picking the toddler up. "Mama has to get dinner on the table or else mommy's gonna let me have it." She stated rocking her daughter from side to side. "Are you hungry?" Lena asked her and baby Frankie slowly nodded and said. "Uh huh."

"Okay baby, you have to sit at the table with your big sisters and brothers so that I can fix you something okay?" Lena said putting Frankie back into her highchair. To her own astonishment, Frankie happily obliged.

"What's for dinner mama?" Brandon asked looking at her with his big green eyes.

"Um, I decided to make mommy's favorite dish tonight. Herb Crusted Halibut with a side of rice pilaf and steamed vegetables."

"Mm. Mm. Mm!" Brandon said. "This is going to be dee-licious!" He said licking his lips and rubbing his tummy.

Lena chuckled. "Thank you sweetheart!" She replied running her hands through his curls. "I hope you enjoy every bite." She placed a plate in front of Brandon and gave him a kiss. She looked up at the kitchen clock and it read 7:50 P.M. Stef would be home in ten minutes. After Lena finished fixing everyone's plate she filled the teakettle with water and put it on the stovetop.

Brandon stood up from the table and turned on the television that Stef had built into the wall of the kitchen. Lena was not a fan of it and would only turn it on when she was home alone cooking dinner.

Lena moved the kettle to a cooler eye. "Brandon c'mon. You know the rules, no TV during family dinner time son." She reminded him since he acted as though he forgot. "Turn it off."

"But mamaa, the new Henry Danger is about to come on!" He whined. With both sets of twins acting older than their years on occasion. It was times like this when Lena forgot just how young her children were once they started whining and pouting.

"Yeah c'mon mama! Pleaseee." Jude pleaded, putting his hands together and poking his bottom lip out.

"You both heard what I said." Lena said raising an eyebrow leaving no more room for discussion. Soon exhaustion began to take over her body and she mustered up just enough will power to take the trash out. The mother of five would've made one of her ten or fourteen year old's handle it, but she couldn't trust them as far as she could throw them. Not today.

Brandon dropped his head and pouted all the way to the TV and back to his seat at the table. While sulking he came up with a diabolical plan. Start a family food fight.

The oldest twin by two and a half minutes balled his rice pilaf up in his hand and chunked it at the side of Jude's face. "Ha! Got eem!" Brandon yelled throwing his hands high in the air to celebrate his victory.

Jude gasped. "WHAT IS YOUR DEAL BRO?!" He asked him while throwing his halibut at Brandon, getting it in his hair.

"GROSSS!" Brandon said picking up more rice and sauce, this time throwing it in his older siblings direction.

"AHHH! I'M GOING TO FREAKING KILL YOU, B! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN WALKING!" Callie screamed getting up to wrap her hands around Brandon's neck. Brandon started to choke a little.

"Callie stop it! You're hurting him, he can't breathe you idiot!" Mariana said trying to separate her siblings, but to no avail.

Lena heard the ruckus from inside of the garage and opened the door to see Jude throwing rice at Frankie who started to bawling her eyes out and Mariana trying to break the fight up between Callie and Brandon. The woman suddenly became enraged and started seeing the color red. Not today, Satan. Not today! She said to herself.

"ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" Lena yelled as loud as she could, her hand hitting the counter hard to gain their attention. Frankie continued to cry as her siblings hearts sunk in horror when they heard their mother yell. She walked over to the table to take Frankie from her highchair. "Now you all listen and you listen to me good because this is your last and final warning." Lena said sternly, her eyes trying to penetrate their souls. "I do not even want to know what just happened during dinner tonight, but what I do know is that THREE out of my five children, CALLIE, BRANDON, AND JUDE." She exclaimed. "ARE SECONDS FROM GETTING THE WORSE ASS WHOOPING OF THE CENTURY! YOU'RE ALL FINISHED WITH DINNER NOW GET UPSTAIRS, TAKE YOUR BATHS, AND WAIT FOR MOM TO GET HOME! IF I HEAR ANOTHER PEEP FROM EITHER OF YOU TONIGHT SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL GROUND YOU UNTIL THE MIDDLE OF NEXT YEAR! SO TRY ME AGAIN IF YOU BAD! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

All four kids were at a standstill, afraid to even answer the question aloud. Instead they all nodded in agreement.

"Pardon me? DO…I...MAKE…MYSELF…CLEAR?" Lena repeated the question. Not using manners in the Foster household will get a child snatched up quick fast and in a hurry.

"Yes mam." The children replied leaving the kitchen.

"Mariana will you take Frankie upstairs with you honey? Give her a bath and wash the sauce out of her hair while I clean up this mess please." Lena said handing little Frankie to her sister.

It was 8:30 P.M. when Stef pulled into the driveway. She did not expect to arrive home this late, but duty calls. The blonde yawned as she exited her new state trooper cruiser; it had been one hell of a day. I hope Lena is in the mood tonight she thought as a grin crept across her lips. Little did she know that her wife's day was just as bad. Stef entered the house and before she could even shut the door she trips over Lena's briefcase. Luckily she caught herself before her face hit the corner of the table in the foyer. Stef shook her head in disbelief. "How many times do I have to preach to this woman?" She said after she regained her balance.

Lena signed when she heard a loud thud and someone scrambling in the foyer. She couldn't help but think it was one of the kids. "I SWEAR IF I SEE ONE OR MORE OF YOU OUTSIDE OF YOUR ROOM, MAY THE LORD HAVE MERCY ON Y-" The brunette quit hollering after she saw her wife closing the front door.

Stef turned around and let out a wide smile. "My wife is home, I'm a happy woman!" She said running towards her wife. Stef picked Lena up and planted several kisses on her face and lips, but her wife wasn't impressed at all. She was completely stale. "Alright, who's the problem child today?" Stef asked as she put her wife down. The smile that was on her face fully disappearing.

After Stef finished her dinner, Lena told her everything that unfolded today as they cleaned the kitchen. The couple walked upstairs together to talk and discipline their children as a consequence of today's shenanigans. Lena walked back downstairs to fix herself a glass of wine while Stef got Frankie situated.

When Lena came back up, she walked into her bedroom to find her wife lying on the bed in her gym shorts and sports bra holding Frankie above her head. The blonde absolutely adored her baby and she loved using her as a weight, Frankie loved it. Lena walked over and sat down on her side of the bed waiting for Stef to finish playing with Frankie.

"Hi." Lena said softly kissing wife's lips.

"Mmm. Hey baby." Stef moaned into the kiss. As she tried to deepen it Frankie pulled on Lena's bun to separate the two.

"OW!" Lena squealed trying to untangle the hair that was wrapped around the child's tiny fingers.

"Mommy no kissy, play mommy, play!" Frankie said as she bounced up and down on Stef's stomach.

Stef let out a laugh. "Ah, mommy's all played out baby girl how about we settle for and episode of Peppa Pig instead?" She implied grabbing the remote to power on the TV.

Frankie only made it ten minutes into the Peppa Pig show before she fell asleep on Stef's chest. "Aww honey, she's so cute when she's sleeping!" Stef said to her wife while admiring their baby.

"Mmhm." Lena mumbled reaching over to rub Frankie's back. "Yes she is, but she is as bad as an ape with an ice pick. I blame you for that Mrs. Foster." She said giving the toddler a kiss on the forehead.

"Wha-Me? No way! That's so not fair!" Stef gasped pretending to be shocked. "How are you going to put the blame on me? You're the one that gave birth to all five."

"I can and I will." Lena smirked. She loved to share moments like this with her beautiful wife. "They may look like me, but you definitely play a big role in their genetic make up as well Mrs. Mam because they're all bad as hell. Just like you were when you were their age." She continued. "But that little one right there on your chest" Lena pointed "only has my curly brown hair and complexion, the rest is all you honey." Lena said smiling. It was true, Frankie was definitely Stef's mini me. You would think that she had given birth to the child. The only difference is that Frankie has light gray eyes. Where she got those from? Lena and Stef may never know.

"Careful, Foster." Stef said looking to her wife. "My children are not bad!" Her voice stern as she tried to keep a straight face, but failed and burst into laughter when Lena looked at her with her eyebrow raised. Something that turned Stef on every time it happened.

"Uh huh, as I thought." Lena laughed when her wife struggled to lie about how bad they were. "Go put her in the bed."

Stef got up to take Frankie to her room. She gave her a kiss on the cheek before gently placing her inside of the baby bed. "Nighty night baby girl. Sweet dreams." She smiled.

On the way back to their bedroom Stef was hoping that she'd get lucky tonight now that all of the kids were settled. When she opened and closed the door she noticed that Lena had turned over on her side and went to sleep. Uh uhh, she better wake up! Stef said to herself as she ran and pounced on Lena peppering her with what seemed like one hundred kisses.

"Ouch Stef! Why are you so rough with me?" Lena groaned when she felt the weight of the muscular state trooper bearing down on her. Lena knew exactly what her wife needed from her when she came in from work earlier. Stef just couldn't keep her hands off of her tonight. It was evident that Stef was sending her wife I want to fuck all night long signals, but Lena was extremely exhausted and paid it no never mind. "Honeyyy." Lena whined when she felt Stef begin to suck on her neck and nibble on her earlobe.

"What baby?" Stef said flipping Lena onto her back while she continued to straddle her. "I've had a long day and you already know just what I need."

"Honey I'm tired. Please." Lena begged as she placed her hands on the cop's thighs.

"Come on babyyy." Stef pleaded as she began to nibble on the sweet spot just below Lena's neck. The one spot she could never resist no matter what. Lena let out a long moan, squirming beneath the blonde. " See, t-this r-right here is exactly how we ended up with the five we have now woman." Lena managed to say between moans.

"What if I said I wanted another one?" Stef asked placing her oh so talented tongue in Lena's entrance. The cop rewarded her goddess with one long slow lick and once she made it to her clit she sucked the sweet bundle of nerves into her mouth.

"Ha! Wishful thinking f-fos" Lena struggled to speak, moaning louder as she watched her wife eat her pussy with beguiling precision.

A coy smile swept across the blondes face as she tied her hair back. Hmph! We'll see about that. You're about to get the businessss Stef thought looking up at her wife who was completely lost in pleasure.

The end

A/N: I can not put into words how much I love The Fosters, but all of that soft parenting you see on the show irritates my soul. You will not read too much of that in my stories. If a child steps out of line in mines, best believe they're going to get put right back in their place. A little something called 'tearing that ass up'. But don't worry I'm not going to get carried away with it. A little tough love never heart anybody. Hell, if I'd done half of the things that Stef and Lena's children did at that age, my parents would've beat my ass all the way to Timbuktu and back and I'd still have trouble trying to sit down till this day and I'm 23 now LOL. I hope to keep you all entertained because I have a lot more where this came from. Enjoy =D