"Yea, they are going to adopt me and Jude after they get guardianship of us from Donald. His first hearing is next week, but I don't think they are going to make me go," Callie told Wyatt as they walked down the beach. Stef and Lena had finally let her out of the house Saturday night — and to her excitement, it had come with a brand new phone, though she'd been threatened within an inch of her life if she didn't leave it turned on at all times with the Find My Phone app on, always. At least that was how Callie had felt when they lectured her for fifteen minutes about how much they trusted her. They'd also told her if they texted or called she had half an hour to answer them before they sent out the National Guard.

The next week they were forcing her to go see Donald again, much to her displeasure, so she wouldn't be able to see Wyatt then.

"Wow. That's fast," Wyatt said.

Callie nodded. "I know, but if they don't, Jude and I could be taken from their home at any moment. And I do love them. They remind me so much of my mom."

"Makes sense. So, I've been meaning to tell you, but I know you have been going through a lot and I didn't want to add to it …"

Callie's brow creased with worry. She and Wyatt had become really good friends — Wyatt was the only friend she had made really, though she had started talking a bit to one of Jesus' wrestling teammates, Emma, and had really enjoyed her company in several of her classes.

"What is it, Wyatt?" Callie asked him.

He shifted uncomfortably in the sand and looked out over the water.

"My mom is making me move to Indiana with her. I leave in a week."

Callie stopped walking and just looked up at Wyatt for several moments.

"What? Why?"

"My mom's parents live there and she said we are barely making ends right now. She said moving there will help things be less stressful."

Callie nodded. She understood. But she didn't want to understand.

"I will spend every waking moment I can with you until you leave," Callie finally said, leaning into Wyatt for a hug.

Wyatt stared out at the ocean. He was going to miss this view when he was in the middle of nowhere Indiana.

"I'd like that," Wyatt said. "Do you think your foster moms will let you?"

"They won't have a choice. I haven't snuck out of their house yet, but I have watched Mariana do it twice since she's been grounded for selling those pills at school."

"She's still grounded for that? It's been like a month!"

"Yea, apparently Stef and Lena take no drugs seriously. If they knew she was sneaking out, I am pretty sure she'd be grounded for the next year at least. They didn't even let her have her quinceañera. We just had a small party at home for her, and Stef took Jesus and some of his friends to some video game thing. Jude and Brandon went, too. They apparently had a 'lot of fun' but Lena and I just watched tv that night," Callie said, rambling as she tried to sort through her thoughts. It was so unfair that Wyatt was going to be leaving. Besides her best friend, Daphne, Wyatt was the only person she talked to constantly. Though even talking to Daphne had been hard until now. She'd had to use the landline to call or her iPad to text her since moving in with the Adams Fosters.

"Hope you stay out of trouble then, if they are that hardcore," Wyatt said. He didn't want to miss the last week in San Diego without Callie.

"You don't have to worry about that. All I have to do is cry and all they are going to do is try to figure out what to do to make me feel better. It'll work for a little while longer — otherwise I probably would have been grounded last weekend when they made me go see Donald."

Wyatt laughed lightly.

"Playing the dead mom card, huh? I used to play the dead dad card, too," Wyatt said.

Callie stopped and looked up at him. She wanted to be mad that he would say something like that, but she couldn't be. Because the truth was he had been where she was. He had been in her exact spot, only it had been his dad who had died — of cancer.

She leaned into him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Yea, I guess I am. They don't really get onto Jude at all. He's been such a brat since Mom died. They let him get away with murder because he is ten. Somedays I just want to smack him, but I don't think crying will get me out of being grounded for that. They get kinda ticked off when I yell at him."

"Makes sense. So, I was thinking about having a going away party before I leave. I have to drive my own car, so my mom is letting me stay a few extra days — I think she just wants to get things settled before I get there, because she is really nervous about me driving alone for that long of a distance."

"A going away party? Absolutely! Can I bring Mariana?" Callie said quickly. Anything to make Wyatt happy.

Wyatt smiled. "Of course. You can bring whoever you want."

"I don't know anyone but you and Emma — and Mariana and Jesus. I can ask them if they want to come, too. This will be fun. It doesn't make up for you having to leave though. You're the best friend I have made here," Callie said sadly.

"Yea, you're the best friend I have made here, and now I have to leave. Life's a bitch."

"Stef?" Callie asked as she came into the house. It was before eight, the agreed upon time Callie would be home since it was the first time they had really let her go anywhere.

Stef was sitting in the kitchen at the table, looking at her laptop. Lena was nowhere to be seen, though Callie was pretty sure she could get Stef to agree to her wants way before Lena.

"Yes, Cals?" Stef asked, taking her glasses off and putting them aside.

Callie walked over and sat across from Stef. She wanted to be able to look at the older woman, to gage what she was feeling.

"So Wyatt is having a going away party this week. I was wondering if I could go, as long as Jesus and Mariana went with me."

"A going away party?"

Callie nodded sadly. "Yea, Wyatt and his mom are moving to Indiana."

"Oh love, I am so sorry. I know he has been a really good friend to you since moving here."

"Yea. I feel like I keep losing people. How much longer before I have no one?" Callie said, though mostly to herself. It was true. What if she did keep losing everyone? What if Stef and Lena decided they didn't want to adopt her and Jude, or just her, and she was shipped around to one home after another? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts from her head and then looked back at Stef.

"So, can I go? And Jesus and Mariana if they want to go? Please, Stef. I really want Mariana to go if she will. So I am not the odd one out at Wyatt's party. I don't know that many people."

Stef watched the teenager in front of her. She was worried about her, but maybe going out to a party would be good for her.

"Is Wyatt's mother going to be there?" Stef asked.

"Of course, Mom! It's Wyatt's mom's house! Can I please go with Callie?" Mariana said, jumping into the room. She had heard part of the conversation and definitely liked where this was going. Gone were the days she hated having Callie in her space. She and Callie were now thick as thieves. Stef wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Lena loved it.

"Mariana, what have you been told about eavesdropping?"

"Mom, I was coming to get something to eat. I am hungry. And I just happened to overhear Callie ask if I could go with. Plus, Wyatt told me he was planning a party and was going to ask Callie if she would come. Mom, please let us go," Mariana begged. It had been weeks since she'd been allowed to leave the house unsupervised. It had seriously been the longest month of her entire life.

"I have to talk to Mama first. I will let you know in the morning. Callie, did you eat supper?" Stef asked.

"No, Wyatt and I just walked down the beach and stuff. I figured I would eat when I got home," Callie said. Plus, she'd forgotten to bring cash with her. She didn't want Wyatt trying to pay for her to eat.

"Okay, Miss Thang, let's heat up some supper for both of you to eat. Callie, you can get out the plates. Mama made broccoli and cheese, rolls, ham, and lima beans."

"One for me, too!" Jesus said, running into the kitchen. Stef shook her head. She should have known Jesus would know food was being made.

"No lima beans for me!" Callie said quickly.

"Ditto!"

Stef shook her head. Because that had come from the twins.

Perhaps it was time to start calling them the triplets. They were, after all, less than a month apart. And oh so much alike.

"You three have to be home by ten. We are trusting each of you to behave and to call us if you need us. One minute later and you will not be allowed out of this house until your next birthday. Got it?" Lena lectured the three teens in front of her.

She and Stef had mutually agreed to this since it was a going away party, despite the fact it was on a school night. That had been cause for concern, but Lena and Stef both knew that all of the teenagers needed this, especially Callie, who had already lost so much in the last six weeks.

"Yes, ma'am, we understand," Callie said. Jesus and Mariana nodded. They were not going to do anything to mess this up. They wanted to be able to leave the house in the near future. Plus, the moms were letting them out on a school night. Out late, at that.

"Okay, get you three. If we call, you have half an hour to answer before I come drag you out of Wyatt's house," Stef said, opening the door and pointing outside. The three kids smiled and walked out, heading towards Emma's house.

"Where are we going to shed our outer clothes?" Callie asked Mariana. Both girls had worn their actual party outfits under their clothes.

"The bushes at Emma's house. If her mom sees us, she will call Mama or Mom. Come on, let's get this party started!"

"Are we going to tell Callie that Donald is taking the plea deal, so long as we have custody of the children?" Lena asked as she leaned back against her wife.

"What do you think we should do? Lena, I don't know what to do in this situation," Stef said with a sigh.

"I think we owe it to her to let her know what is going on. She's old enough to understand. I do think we need to tell Jude, too. But the way those two have been going at it lately, we need to tell Callie and then Jude — and tell Callie she is to keep her comments to herself," Lena said.

Stef nodded. She would be thankful when things started going more smoothly.

AN: I am not very thrilled with this chapter. I am not sure it conveyed what I wanted it to, but I would love to know what you think. Also, Callie will not be going to therapy in this story. I have had several people say she needs it — therapy is not ideal for every situation. For this story, it is not ideal. Callie is a normal 15 year old girl. She just lost her mother and her father and is trying to deal with that. However, Lena and Stef know what they are doing and are handling it as it comes up. It will "lessen" (in theory) as the story evolves, though will creep up at times. Questions? Feel free to ask!