Part 2! Enjoy!

"Jesus!" Stef repeated as she lifted her son's shirt to confirm what she feared.

Jesus remained silent. He knew he wouldn't be able to talk his way out of this one.

"Sweatheart why?" Stef asked suddenly, her voice full of concern.

Jesus kept his gaze away from his mother and continued to stay silent.

"Do you know how dangerous this is?!" Stef continued, her voice picking up volume. She didn't know how to go about handling this the right way, but she figured giving him the hard facts could scare him into realizing how severe this was. "Jesus! Do you understand you could kill yourself!" She yelled, choking on a sob when she spoke the last few words. Her baby boy.

Jesus kept his eyes closed. He knew if he opened them, he wouldn't be able to keep calm under his mother's gaze.

Stef sighed in frustration when Jesus continued to ignore her. She knew she needed to take some time to collect her thoughts and get her emotions in check, but Lena was still 5 minutes away.

"Uhh hey Stef." Jude's small voice grabbed the woman's attention. She tried her hardest to smile at the boy. "What is it, my love?"

"Callie told me to tell you she and Mariana went for a walk." He informed the blonde, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Stef nodded. She trusted Callie with Mariana and knew the younger girl needed some time to process. "Thank you, baby for telling me." She said with a small smile. "Could you wait downstairs for mama and let me know when she pulls into the driveway?" She asked, trying to keep her voice even.

Jude nodded and took off to complete his task.

Stef looked down at her son whose eyes were closed, but she knew he was just avoiding her look. She brushed away some of the hairs from his forehead and kissed his forehead. "My sweet baby boy." She whispered. "You're gonna be ok."

Stef continued to hold her son's upper body and whisper into his ear until Lena arrived. She knew she wouldn't be able to get him up herself, and this was the only thing she could do that made her feel like she was doing something helpful for her son.

At Jude's announcement that Lena had pulled into the driveway, Stef shifted her weight in order to get a better look at her son. "Jesus." She stated gently, waiting for a moment before continuing. "Can you please open your eyes for me?" She asked. She had been keeping a close eye on his breathing and heart rate while they waited, but she hadn't pushed him to look at her. After a few more moments, Stef raised her voice slightly. "Jesus! Now please." She commanded and waited for her son to comply.

"Jesus Adams Foster!" This time, her voice was laced with worry. "You need to look at me now!" She practically yelled.

"Stef."

The blonde looked up with tears brimming her eyes. She gave her wife a look of pleading and Lena understood that she needed help. Lena nodded and kneeled down next to her wife and son. She gently put her hand on the boy's forehead and exhaled deeply.

"Jesus, honey. It's mama. Can you look at me for just a minute?" She asked.

Lena had something about her that made her kids obey. Maybe it was her gently tone or the fact that they never wanted to disappoint her, but nevertheless, Jesus opened his eyes and looked hesitantly at his mother who was now looking over him. "Hi, sweetie." Lena said with a small smile. "How are you feeling?" She asked, not knowing the extent of what had happened once he had gotten home except that he had passed out again.

Jesus avoided his gaze once more and Stef knew that they weren't going to get very far talking to him, and they needed to get him to a hospital.

"Ok. Jesus we're gonna help you up. We're taking you to get checked at the hospital. You are dehydrated and I'm guessing you haven't eaten in a while." Stef stated. She had slowly been putting the pieces together in her head.

"No!" Jesus finally spoke and his voice sounded scratchy, but after he cleared his throat, his words were more audible. "Please I'm fine. I just need to get something to eat really quick. I'll be fine I promise." He pleaded. He hadn't though his plan all the way through and hadn't thought of what he was going to say if his moms found out.

"Jesus! You've been bagging! And I'm guessing skipping meals. This isn't healthy!" Stef responded, fearing for her son's safety.

"I'm fine, mom. It's just until weight check-in." He explained, thinking that his mom was blowing this way out of proportion.

Stef sighed and looked at her wife for support.

Lena knew she needed to be the one to speak. She took her son's hand and smiled slightly down at him. "Honey, we love you way too much to let you continue to do this." She explained gently.

"I'm fine. I won't do it again." Jesus grumbled and tried to pull away from his mother.

Lena sighed and shook her head. "Sweetie, we love you too much to just pretend like it never happened." She continued.

"I'm sorry." Jesus whispered, keeping his eyes looking down, afraid to look at either of his mothers.

"Come on, baby. We're taking you to the hospital." Stef said, knowing she needed to be the strong one at the moment.

"Please! Please don't take me to the hospital!" Jesus pleaded as Stef shifted her son's weight to the side so she could stand up.

The two women tried to pull their son up off of the ground so they could assist him to the car, but he was making everything difficult. Finally, after a few minutes of struggling, Stef exhaled deeply and knelt in front of her son, who had only let them pull him into a sitting position on the floor.

"Jesus!" Stef said, her voice firm, but with a hint of worry in it. "Please help us out. I don't want to call an ambulance, but I will if that's what it takes to get you to the hospital." She said, her voice cracking.

"I don't see why I can't just drink water here." Jesus replied,

"You passed out twice within a half hour, Jesus! Don't you get that?" Stef yelled, looking down at her son with questioning eyes.

"Stef-" Lena began to try and calm her wife down, but the blonde quickly recanted.

"No! Lena!" She responded, running a hand through her hair. "He doesn't get to get off easily!" She continued, her voice growing quieter. "This is not healthy. I've seen kids die from bagging." She concluded with a whisper and sat on the bed, angrily wiping tears from her eyes.

It took his mother breaking down for him to realize just how bad the situation was. He knew that her normally hard shell didn't break easily and it made him feel worse that he was the one breaking it. He looked up at Lena and nodded before starting to pull himself up.

Stef looked up at the movement, sniffled quickly, and walked over towards her son to help steady him once he stood up. "Thank you, my love." She whispered to him as she and Lena walked him out of the room.