Jude POV:

It had been about a week since Callie and Brandon had the large fight. Frankly, I really don't like Brandon. He's not good for Callie. First, he got her pregnant while she was still his foster sibling. Second, he doesn't realize what she needs. She's been through so much, and she deserves someone who can be strong for her. And I know she won't let me be that person. But maybe Wyatt will.

Marianna, Callie and I were having lunch together today, and she was leaving Rose with Wyatt to see how well he can handel her.

Marianna and I had gotten a table and Callie found us 5 minutes later.

"Hey guys." Callie looked tired and stressed.

"Callie, are you ok?", Marianna asked. I noticed that she had taken to Callie like a sister, and I was glad Callie got someone she could be close to that wasn't me.

"I'm just tired. How are you guys?"

"We miss you, alot. Especially Brandon. Jesus almost broke his wrist yesterday because Brandon was all 'Why me?' and Jesus screamed that he did it to himself."

"I'm just going to wait until he at leasts settles down before I think about going back to the house at all."

"Will you take him back?", I ask, worried about her answer.

"I don't think I can."

Lunch went on with no more talk of Brandon or his relationship with Callie. We learnt that Rose was crawling like crazy, fully recovered from all harm Talia had inflicted. And Marianna and I left Callie with plans to hang out again later.

Brandon POV:

(Later that day)

tIt was late at night when there was a knock at the door. I was up reading in the living room when I heard it. I slowly made my way to the door after I heard a stronger, yet still weak, knock. I opened the door to find Callie, holding Rose, sobbing with tears quickly racing down her cheeks.

"He left."

"Who left?", I ask, taking Rose from her and snuggling my baby girl into my chest with one arms and pulling Callie into the house with the other.

"Wyatt. His m-mom is s-s-sick. He went to g-go help her. B-but he...he said he c-can't be with me", Callie said, having trouble getting the words out due to the sobs that wracked her body.

"Oh, Callie."

"It's your fault", she whispered once she calmed down. "He said he doesn't want to be with me, because I'm not over you."

My heart picked up pace, and I heard the pounding in my ears go a mile a minute. I turned to watch her face, her eyes void of emotion and the cheeks stained with tears.

"Are you not over me?", I whisper, lost of breath.

"I can't tell anymore."