Things in the Adams Foster home died down over the next several weeks. Everyone had entered a calm between school and work, much to the pleasure of Stef and Lena. Callie had gotten over being sick after several days of bedrest and plenty of tender care from the adults of the home, and her and Jude were settling in nicely, though Jude more so than Callie.

Callie had been caught by surprise when she heard Jude call Lena mama and Stef mommy, but she had accepted it rather quickly. It pained her only because she couldn't bring herself to call them mama and mom as quickly. She didn't trust that it would ever come true — that she would every truly be their daughter. It was something she kept to herself, like she did most things. She just didn't know how much she could trust anyone with. Especially if the adoption didn't go through.

For now though, things were okay. Lena and Stef had decided to take the entire family out to eat since it was a Friday night. For the first time in a long time, not one of the older kids was grounded or in trouble; Jude and Frankie had both had great weeks at school; and Callie had made a 71 on her math test — all reasons for them to celebrate. Plus, all of the children had completed their homework after school, something that literally never happened.

"Callie gets to pick dinner tonight," Stef said as she buckled Frankie in her booster seat while Lena buckled Jude into his. Callie's head snapped up and stared at her for several long seconds.

"Why," she asked as she buckled herself in behind the driver's seat. Frankie was beside her, and Jude was on the opposite side.

"Because you studied all week for a math test without giving mama any attitude and made a 71 on it. That's something to be proud of, Love!" Stef said. Callie had worked hard to get a grade that high. Before that, Callie's highest grade had been a 63. Both Lena and Stef knew she was trying. The fact she was behind was not her fault. She'd been shipped to a different school every six months for several years. Jude had very few problems because he was younger and hadn't been in school as long. Plus, Callie was no longer allowed to help him with his homework. That had taken a major stressor off of both children.

Callie blushed as Lena reached back and patted her leg from the passenger side of the car.

"You did excellent this week, so what will it be? Whatever you want," Lena said with a smile.

"What? Callie gets to pick where we eat? Why can't I pick," Mariana whined as she climbed into the back of the SUV with Jesus.

"You picked last time, dwarf," Jesus said. He didn't care who was picking as long as he got to eat and as long as it was not Mariana who always picked weird vegetarian places no one but her wanted to eat at. He refused to eat tofu ever again. He was pretty sure his moms refused to as well.

"Jesus," Lena chastised.

"Callie gets to pick. End of story. Callie, Love, what do you want to eat," Stef said as she finally climbed into the driver's seat.

"Um … spaghetti," Callie asked timidly. Stef smirked.

"That's my girl. Italian it is," she said and started backing out of the drive.

"Do you have any idea how many carbs there are in pasta, Callie? And the bread," Mariana started lecturing. Callie turned in her seat and looked at her, confused.

"You realize the doctor said I have to gain 35 pounds, right? I've only gained four since I went to the doctor. I'm pretty sure carbs are okay."

Stef snorted as she tried to hold in her laughter. It wasn't often that Callie stood up for herself. Lena, on the other hand, turned and glared at Mariana, "Miss Thang, what have we told you about your obsession with every morsel you put in your mouth. Do not get your sisters started thinking the same way!"

Stef smiled even wider. They had not received a court date for the adoption, but they knew it would happen soon. Stef and Lena had also been referring to everyone as Mom, Mama, brother, and sister. Frankie had taken to calling Jude Bubba and nothing else. Those two got along wonderfully.

"Yea, what Mama said," Frankie chimed in. She only knew they were talking about food and Frankie loved food.

Mariana sighed and sat back in her seat. She had forgotten she wasn't really supposed to talk about food as a bad thing around Jude and Callie. Lena had told her to stop doing it in front of Frankie before the little girl started thinking of food as a chore.

The car ride to the restaurant was loud as usual, though Lena had made all of the children hush long enough for her to make reservations for seven people so they would be able to get in more quickly.

It only took the family half an hour to get to the restaurant, a favorite of Stef's.

"No one out of the car until Mama and I unbuckle Jude and Frankie," Stef said, climbing out of the car and opening the back door.

"Can I get out, Stef," Callie asked, anxious to get into the restaurant. It was a new experience to her. Being able to pick where they ate because someone was proud of her — getting to eat out period was truly a new experience for her and Jude. It had not happened often. Even since they had moved in with Stef and Lena they'd eaten out only twice.

"Yes, Love. I didn't think that one through, did I. You get out and I will get Frankie and then you can hold Frankie's hand," Stef said. Callie did as she was told and then walked around the car to Lena, dragging Frankie with her.

"Lena …"

"Yes, Love?"

"We don't have to eat here … I don't think Mariana is very happy about it," Callie said, downtrodden.

Lena laughed, "Don't let Mom hear you say that. This is her favorite place to eat."

Callie smirked and nodded.

Within ten minutes, everyone was seated. It had taken some strategic maneuvering. At home they all sat in the same seats each night, so it wasn't an issue. In the end, Callie and Frankie sat on either side of Stef; Jesus and Jude sat on either side of Lena; and Mariana sat beside Jesus, but opposite of Callie. Stef would make sure the girls all ate without issue and Lena knew exactly how to get Jude and Jesus to pay attention to the food and not everything else.

"What can I order," Callie whispered in Stef's ear. The latter leaned down and whispered right back, "Absolutely whatever you want, Love," knowing Callie would never be outrageous in her food ordering. She was too unsure about everything she ate to branch out too much unless gently prodded to do so.

"Can I get soda," Jesus asked, knowing better than to order it before asking.

"Yes," Lena said, though Stef could tell it pained her to approve of it.

"The little ones can have fruit punch or Sprite; the big kids can pick what they want," Lena said to Stef.

To both moms' surprise, Callie, Frankie and Jude wanted fruit punch, Jesus wanted Sprite, and Mariana wanted water.

"Callie, don't look now, but this girl on the other side of the room looks, like … like exactly … she looks just like you! It's so weird," Mariana said, staring across the room despite the fact she'd told Callie not to look.

Callie turned around anyways and looked in the direction Mariana was staring.

Lena and Stef watched as a sudden cloud covered Callie's face.

"Whoa, that kid does look like you, Callie," Jesus said, grabbing one of the breadsticks the waitress had just brought to the table and shoving half of it into his mouth.

Callie turned towards the twins, a glare setting on them.

"No shit she looks like me. She's my fucking little sister," she said through gritted teeth. Stef and Lena both looked at Callie, shocked at her word choice.

Callie could feel the frustration building.

At that point, Stef was glad Callie was sitting next to her because she was certain she'd have ran had she had the chance, given the look on her face.

Stef leaned over, gently squeezed Callie's leg, and said, "Watch your mouth, Love. I'm not sure what is going on, but we will talk about this when we get home. You know we don't use that language. Mariana was just telling you how much the little girl looks like you."

Callie looked up, smacked Stef's hand away and glared at her, "And I was just telling you that, no shit, she does look like me, because she is my SISTER! Her name is Sophia Quinn. She is my paternal biological half-sister. Her father's name is Robert Quinn. He is my biological father. I met them when my mother died."

The table was completely silent.