Lena may have gotten a good night's sleep with Mariana, but Stef was not nearly as lucky with Callie.

Usually when Callie slept with her and Lena, she was completely still and slept through the night. Stef had brought Callie into her room and laid her on the bed. She grabbed the shirt Callie had worn the night before and quickly undressed her and pulled the shirt over her head before tucking her in on Lena's side of the bed.

Stef knew Lena wouldn't be back tonight. She knew she'd end up falling asleep with Mariana. If she put Callie on Lena's side of the bed, they'd both have more room.

After getting Callie ready for bed and tucked in — something that didn't even wake the thirteen year old, no, wait, the twelve year old up — Stef went and quickly got ready for bed herself. The weekend had been long and she was exhausted. And she still hadn't been gotten the chance to talk to her wife about her talk with her brother earlier in the day. That was frustrating to Stef. She hated not knowing what was going on.

After Stef got ready for bed, she climbed in on her side and almost immediately fell asleep after turning the light off.

It wasn't an hour later when Stef was suddenly wife awake and she had no idea why. It wasn't like her to wake up for no reason.

But, then she heard it. Mumbling cries.

And she felt it. Jerking movements coming from Lena's side of the bed.

It took her several more seconds to realize it was Callie next to her and not Lena.

Stef turned on the small lamp she had next to her bed and was glad she did — Callie was drenched in sweat and her face was scrunched almost as if she was in pain.

"No ... no ... don't touch me again ... Liam ... no ... okay ... anything as long as you don't hurt Jude ... no ..."

Stef watched her daughter as anguish filled her face and then she went back to a conversation she had had not long ago with her mother ...

"You two need to talk to Callie about a Liam. I have a bad feeling about this person. Jude said …"

"Mom! Tell me you did now bombard our seven year old with questions about their past lives," Stef hissed. Stef was still wound tight from Callie running into the streets and nearly being hit. She took a deep breath.

Sharon put her hands on her hips and and stared at her daughter.

"Stefanie, of course I didn't! He just talked to me during our little tea party. Some of the things he said …"

"What did he say, Sharon," Lena had asked.

"He said Callie let 'Liam' touch her in her bedroom so he wouldn't hurt him. I just have this feeling …"

Lena had stared at Sharon for several moments, confusion written all over her face.

"Who is Liam," Lena finally asked.

"I am not a hundred percent sure, but it seems he had to have been a male in one of the homes she's been in. How many did you say she'd been in? The child is only thirteen years old, her mother was killed when she was, what, eight," Sharon asked in a whisper.

Stef wanted to kick herself for not trying to dig into this situation sooner. But Callie wasn't like the other kids. She was fragile and had the soul of an ancient warrior. That kid had fought and won more battles than most adults.

"No Liam ..."

Stef looked over at her sleeping daughter.

And her heart broke when she watched Callie pull her knees up to her chest, trying to protect herself from her own personal nightmares.

"You can't touch me there ..."

Stef's eyes grew wide as she watched her child cover herself as she continued to cry and beg in her sleep.

What had her child been through? Who had hurt her?

"Callie, baby, wake up," Stef said gently, trying to ease her out of her nightmares and not scare her further.

But not scaring her further wasn't in the books for Stef tonight. Once Callie became more aware, her hands flew up to protect herself since she was still living her nightmare, causing her to accidentally hit Stef.

It took Callie nearly a full minute to realize she was no longer at the Olmsteads. She was at home in Stef and Lena's room — Mom and Mama's room.

She was twelve, not thirteen.

Mama was her aunt, biologically speaking.

Callie repeated facts she knew to try and get her mind away from the dream she'd been having. It had been a horrible dream. One she did not want to think about, but one her mind used to play tricks on her.

And then Callie realized she had hit Stef.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. I was asleep and you woke me and ..."

"Cals, baby, calm down. It was an accident. Accidents happen. You were having a bad dream and I thought it best to wake you. Do you want to talk about it, Lovebug?" Stef asked, trying to sooth Callie as best she could. The kid had a punch to her, that much was certain. Stef was pretty sure she would have a black eye in the morning.

"No." Callie said, trying to bury herself down in the blankets, grabbing one of Lena's pillows and holding it to her chest, close.

"Why don't we find you something else to sleep in? Your shirt is drenched with sweat. Would you like to take a bath or just change?" Stef asked.

Callie looked down at the shirt she was wearing. It was Stef's. The one she had worn the night before. She hadn't even remembered changing. Or coming to bed.

"How did I get up here?" Callie asked, changing the subject completely.

"I carried you."

Callie eyed her carefully.

"Where is Mama?"

"She fell asleep in your room with Mariana while they were talking," Stef explained simply.

Callie nodded. She understood that. Mariana had been really angry earlier when she had found out Lena was Callie's aunt. Callie could understand that. Mariana didn't want to be replaced. Where Callie had automatically felt like Lena had known and hidden the information from her because she didn't want her, Mariana had, in turn, immediately felt like she would be replaced. It was hard being a foster kid. Callie knew Mariana and Jesus had been adopted by the time they were five, but it didn't change the fact that they'd both felt unwanted a lot in their lives. Jesus just coped with it better. He had even told her he remembered a lot before being adopted, where Mariana, to his knowledge, did not. To Callie, it seemed like remembering those things helped him adjust to other situations easier. But she wasn't sure.

It was normal, in Callie's eyes. How many times had she felt the betrayal of people because she was unwanted?

Robert Quinn had started a trend with Callie. He had made her bitter and hurt. And in every foster home she had done everything she could to protect Jude. Because Jude was a baby and needed to be protected at all costs. It didn't matter what happened to her as long as he was safe.

Until Lena and Stef.

"Cals, do you want to take a bath?" Stef asked her again.

Callie shook her head. She wasn't up to taking a bath right now. She felt exhausted.

"Let's at least change you, okay? I think I have a pair of your pajamas folded on top of the dryer," Stef said, getting up to go look.

"No, I don't want them. I want to wear Mama's shirt or yours," Callie said, closing her eyes and thinking.

Stef nodded and went to the closet, pulling one of Lena's t-shirts off of a hanger and then going back over to Callie.

"Here, Love, let's get that wet shirt off of you."

Callie sat up and took the shirt she was wearing off and replaced it with the one Stef handed her before laying back down and pulling the blankets up around her.

"Callie, can I ask you something, Love?" Stef asked gently as she crawled back into her bed.

"Yea," Callie said, opening her eyes and looking at Stef.

"Who is Liam?" Stef asked gently.

She was not prepared for another bout of sobs coming from her child or the screams of anguish as Callie suddenly covered herself completely with the blankets of the bed, so Stef couldn't see any part of the child.

What have I done, Stef asked herself.

And better yet, what the hell had this Liam done to her baby?