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Callie tip-toed quietly into the foyer as she tried to spot the family laptop. Frustrated with the failure to find it, she tried searching in the kitchen. Her eye caught a flash of silver and she happily jogged over there to retrieve it and get up to her bedroom before she was caught. Callie snuggled under her comforter in effort to block the light so Marina wouldn't wake up. She clicked the private search button and typed in Adoption Families. She scrolled through the different families and saved a couple of decent options.

The next morning, Callie woke up with the lap top still open and in her lap. She quickly pushed it under the bed as she heard the moms coming to wake them up.

"Good Morning!" They smiled and flicked on the light.

"mmmm-morning." Mariana moaned and clumsily walked to the bathroom. Callie saw this as an opportunity. She flipped open her laptop and found the saved families and printed them off. Callie shutdown the laptop, got her prints, and ran downstairs to put the laptop back. She placed the prints on her bed as she started to get dressed, but when the moms called them down she completely forgot, leaving them there for her family to see.

"Where are Mariana, Jesus, and Lena?" Callie asked as she slid down, Brandon was soon behind her.

"They left, you were taking to long. You have to walk to school now." Stef smiled handing the two their lunches.

Callie groaned and didn't want to walk, especially with Brandon. But she didn't want to be late so she soon started her journey to school.

"Callie wait up!" Brandon lagged behind. But Callie ignored him and continued to work on. She didn't want to talk to him. As much as it pained her to admit, Brandon broke her heart and she didn't want to fix it. She needed to get over him, fast. Thats why she had Wyatt. Wyatt was in a way her mender. Callie had faith that he could solve her puzzle that was her feelings.

"Callie, can we talk?" An out of breath Brandon asked.

"There is nothing to talk about." Callie said sternly.

"Please."

"It's over."

"I know you think that, but we can fix it. You were right. I didn't trust you, but I do now. You have my trust, all of it."

"Trust is something you have to earn."

"So I'll try to earn back your trust."

"That's the thing. You can't, I'm over you. This relationship is toxic to me and my baby. My body can't handle the stress of a relationship right now." Callie stated and continued on leaving Brandon broken.

Brandon POV:

Was Callie really over me? No she's just angry that must be it. She couldn't be serious that she wanted to break up. Callie even told me that she didn't want our baby to grow up in a screwed up home with two separate parents. The thought of her words plagued me throughout the day.

"I'm over you."

"I'm over you."

"I'm over you."

Those three words ran on repeat through my mind. In english all I could hear was Callie's voice repeating those three simple words. Every Time I thought of her my heart cracked a little more. But the biggest cracks were caused by the nauseating thought of her and Wyatt. She would always snuggle up to him during lunch and he would kiss her head at random times. I was tempted to walk over there and show him that she was mine and only mine, but that wasn't the case anymore. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that she only wanted me, the hard evidence presented itself.

As soon as the last bell dinged, I was halfway to my house so I could avoid Callie and Wyatt. I just wanted all of it to be over. I wanted Callie to have the baby so at least I'd have something in my life to live for. Just the thought of my child made me smile. Honestly, if I couldn't have Callie, at least I'd have a part of her to love and cherish.

Callie POV:

"Wyatt!" I shrieked as he tried to throw me in the bitterly cold ocean.

"Hey, I heard a little hydrotherapy was good for a baby."

"Who told you that. Some drunk from a gas station?" I giggled.

"I think I read it on some website." Wyatt suggested.

"Oh that's secure." Callie rolled her eyes.

"I thought I'd give it a try."

"Come on," Callie smiled grabbing Wyatt's hand, "I have to get home and you're going to walk me."

"Demanding much?"

"Yep." Callie smiled nodding her head.

Brandon POV:

I slammed the front door as I made my way to my bedroom. I peeked inside Callie's room, having a little hope that she and I would be home alone. But all I saw were sheets of paper spread across her bed, I checked to make sure no one was around, then entered. Mariana would kill me if she knew I was snooping on Callie, but I couldn't help it.

I started to examine and it seemed they were from some adoption website. Different families appeared on each family and all of them said they were looking to adopt. Anger started to boil inside of me. Callie was going to put our baby up for adoption? What the hell was she thinking.

"Brandon…" A soft voice spoke behind me. Callie.

"What the hell are these?" I screamed gripping the paper tightly.

"I was just exploring our other options."

"And you didn't think to consent me on any of this?"

"It was merely an idea Brandon," She said.

"Oh so when were you planning on telling me any of this? Maybe when the baby was born you would tell me Oh Brandon sorry I didn't tell you earlier but some other family is going to raise our baby." I continued to yell.

"No! We're over Brandon! Don't you understand? This baby isn't going to be raised in a nice family that has financial support and the parents have a good marriage. Even if we were to keep it, the poor thing would have to deal with going from house to house all the time and I would never wish that upon any child." Callie yelled back.

I suddenly realized what I had in my pocket, "I guess I won't be needing this anymore." I threw the paper that had made it's home in my pocket at her.

She scrolled over it, but she didn't have to read it in detail to know what it was.

"You got a job?" Callie's eyes softened.

"Yea to support our child, but I might as well quit now." I said and went to go into my room. I couldn't deal with it anymore. She was right, we weren't meant to be.

Callie POV:

Dinner passed by quite awkwardly. Brandon and I didn't share a word unless it was an answer to one of the questions the mom's asked in attempt to spark a conversation. These events happened quite often mostly because Brandon and I's fighting always resulted in extreme tension.

We got excused from dinner early because no one was speaking.

I knocked lightly on Brandon's door , but when no one answered, I walked in anyway. He was sitting on his bed with his headphones on and he only looked up when he heard the door close.

"What do you want?" He asked bitterly.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" He asked looking back at the book that was in his lap.

"For being bitter and saying we couldn't be together."

"It doesn't mean anything now."

"Yes it does." I argued.

"No I've lost trust in you. You tried to give up our baby."

"It was an idea Brandon. If it wasn't for you being a jerk we wouldn't be in this position. We would've been still happily in love preparing for the baby, buying the small little clothes, looking at ap-" My mouth was shut by him forcing his mouth on mine. I moaned as he started to bite at my bottom lip. Brandon's hands cupped my face and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I started to fumble with his belt as he took my shirt off. When all the clothes were on the ground he flipped me on the bed gently as I lay on the bottom.

"Take me." I moan as he kisses the tops of my breasts and when he does all I do is throw my head back and leave scratch marks down his muscular back.

Well how was that for a chapter. Sorry for the long wait! I just finished watching the season finale of the Fosters and I'm still recovering. Review please! xx