AN- Hello everyone, I'm sorry I let this story g untouched so long. I thought I had added a chapter then realized I hadn't and couldn't find the file, so now I get to rewrite it o_o. Easter is tomorrow. I made my babies promise that they would have fun. Their grandma is taking them to easter egg hunts and having our traditional Easter dinner (with one kiddo enjoying her first Easter tradition with us). Anyone want to come and be our 3rd and 4th for Pinochle with me and my love? lol, 2 handed pinochle just isn't the same. And no one in this hospital knows how to play it.

Callie sat at the little table in the psychologists office, staring at the booklet she was given with over 300 multiple choice questions. She had to have some type of psychological exam. The questions went from things like 'I feel like killing myself' to 'I flew to Iltaly 3 times last week'. She would have never let Momma drive her here if she knew this is what she was going to have to do. A half hour later she was done, and she handed it to the psychologist.

Next she had to look at designs made of black and red triangles and then recreate the design with blocks that were colored diagnally, half black, half red in under 45 seconds. The psychologist said she did well. Aparently she was at college level when it came to spacial awareness. Maybe that's why she was good at photography. They did other tests, spelling, math, ext. She had stated to become relaxed and thought she was out of the woods until the psychologist stated thowing he pictures and asked her to tell stories of what is happening in the pictures. She was fine until she saw one of a man and woman in a car, arguing.

"I don't want to do this," Callie said, "You said if I didn't want to do womething, we wouldn't."

"No, Callie, I said if you couldn't we wouldn't. When we were working on the math."

"I can't do this," Callie said as she wrapped her arms around her stomach, "I want my Mom, Stef."

"Callie, we have to finish up. Will you please tell me a story for this picture. Afte that we're just going to talk for a few minutes and you'll be able to see Lena. Stef is at work, remember what Lena told you? Stef is at work until 4, that's in an hour."

"Fine, I want Lena then," Callie said with tears in her eyes.

"Callie, what happened in this picture. You did the last one fine. You made a great story of the sisters."

"Fine, the parents fought and decided to go on a drive. They went and talked it out and drove home to their kids where they watched a movie while the father took a shower, the end," she said gudgingly as she watched the psychologist write on a notepad.

"Alright, let's talk about your family you're living with right now. Who all lives with you guys?"

"Ummm, Me and Jude, my yonger brother. Stef and Lena adopted Jesus and Marianna, the twins 5 years ago, Brandon is Stef's biological son with her ex husband. And then there's Stef and Lena."

"How do you get along with them?"

"Good. I mean me and Brandon and Jesus don't talk much. Brandon helped me relearn to play the guitar."

"That was nice of him."

"yeah. I guess Marianna is ok. She's growing on me. I hated her when I first got there."

"WHy is that?"

"Because she treated me like shit."

The rest of the session went on like that as she gave the psychologist a brief desciption of each of the family members.

"Alright, Callie, I'm going to see you back here in a week," the psychologist smiled.

"Oh goody," Callie replied sarcastically.

"You can go see your mom now. Do you need help?"

Callie went to say her Mom was Stef, or her real mom. Lena was Momma. She would always hold that title. For bringing her home that night, even though she knew Stef would be furious, for loving her though everything. Instead she shook her head and got up, gabbing the bag that held a small oxygen tank, making sure she did so slowly, she didn't want to give the psychologist reason to say anything more to her, which she guessed the woman would have if she swayed.

Walking out to the waiting room she felt a pang of guilt. She'd been in the evaluation fo over 3 hours and Lena had stayed, papers piled on the two chairs on either side of her. Silently she dropped in the chair in front of Lena who looked up.

"Hey, how'd it go, Honey?" she asked as she started placing papers into her shoulder bag, Callie shrugged.

"Can we go home?" She asked.

"Of course, let me go schedule your next appointment."

Callie said her head back against the back of the chair.

"Come on, Hun," Lena said as she helped her up and they slowly made the way to their car.

"So, the test, where they show you pictures and you have to tell storied about them, what's the point of it?" Callie asked into the silence after they had been driving 10 minutes.

"Well, they try to see what someone is thinking based on what is happening with the people. The people are made to androganis and what someone says about a picture came say a lot about what they're feeling. Also, if they are hesitant it can show something that they aren't comfortable sharing."

"So basically I just fucked myself," Callie sighed.

"Callie, language. And I'm sure you didn't. If there is something that is upsetting you that you saw in one of the pictures, it's good for the psychologist to know about."

When they pulled in the driveway Callie got out of the car and made it almost all the way into the house, only needing Lena's help up the steps, avoiding Lena she shuffled into the living room, sitting on a chair. She still couldn't really get off of couches and recliners and wanted to be able to move if she needed. From the small carry bag she grabbed her book she was supposed to read for English and tried to stay involved in it as she watched the door. She wasn't lying when she told the psychologist she wanted Stef. After a few minutes her pocket burned and she glanced to the downstairs bathroom, swallowing as she tried to judge what Mama was doing. A few minutes of watching told her that Mama was in the kitchen cooking dinner but she noticed Lena poking her head out to see her ever minute or two.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep sigh she stood and made her way to the kitchen and stood in the doorway,

"Hey, Hon, you want to help me make chicken?" Lena asked after a moment of silence, Callie's eyes never leaving her sight. Silently she reached in her pocket and grabbed the sharp peice of ragged metal and set it on the counter in front of Lena before turning around. Lena made a small noise in the back of her throat before placing a hand on Callie's shoulder, "Hey, you're staying in here with me, I need you to snap some asparagus for me," She said as she steared her towards the table and helped her slide up on a stool, "Have you ever cooked asparagus, Callie girl?" She asked as she sat 3 bundles of it in front of her. Callie shook her head, "It's really simple, so, you take one at a time and you hold on to each end and bend it until it snaps in half. The bottom half is really woody and doesn't taste good, so we throw that away and put the top halves in this casterole and we'll rost them," Lena said as she took the peice of metal off the table and slipped it in her pocket to get rid of later.

"Are you going to talk, or am I going to have to start this disscussion?" Lena asked softly after a fw minutes of silence.

"Can I wait and talk to Mom?" Callie asked with a sigh. Lea closed her eyes.

"Yes, but you aren't leaving my sight until you do."

"Ok, Momma," Callie mumbled as she worked er way through asparagus. Once she was done she pulled her book back out and started to read, letting out a sigh of relief when she heard the front door open and her mom walking through the house.

"Hi Sweets, Hello my Love," Stef said as she walked into the kitchen, "Looks great in here."

"Chicken with white sauce and asparagus," Lena smiled as she kissed Stef's lips gently.

"I'll help, just give me a few minutes to go change."

"I think I'm ok in here, but maybe you'd want to have Callie help you water out back," Lena hinted as she looked back to her sauce on the stove. Callie groaned, her Momma was too obvious sometimes.

"Is everything ok?" Stef asked.

"It's fine," Callie grumbled.

"Alrighty then," Stef said, unconvinced, "I'll be back in ten minutes, Callie Girl."