Rain poured from the skies as if someone was up there dumping buckets full down on her, thunder crashed and lightening boomed. All while 16 year old Callie ran for her life. She had been wanting to escape her foster home for a while now and finally the opportunity had presented itself. She adjusted her jacket pulling it tighter around her unable to close it all the way because her protruding belly got in the way. She finally slowed down her bare feet were damp and cold she hadn't even thought to grab shoes before she took off running. She slipped inside of a fence and made herself comfortable on the dampen patio furniture, she just hoped who ever lived here didn't mind her using their yard to sleep in tonight.

Once she was as comfortable as she was going to get considering she was 6 months pregnant she closed her eyes in an attempt to get some rest she would need it who knew where she would be sleeping tomorrow.

The Early rising sun shone through her eyelids waking her out of the sleep she was in. For sleeping outside on an uncomfortable patio chair this was the best night of sleep she had in months. When her eyes had completely adjusted to the sun that was shining directly in them she noticed a boy who looked around her age staring back at her.

"sorry" she mumbled sitting up.

"Can I ask why you are in my yard?" He stepped forward with curiosity in his eyes.

"I needed somewhere to sleep I ran away last night. It was raining. I'll be leaving now" She stood up from the lounge chair and started towards the gate where she had entered the night before.

"I'm Brandon" he extended his hand in hopes she would come back in.

"Callie" She smiled slightly at him before meeting him to shake his hand.

His skin was so soft and warm on hers it made her smile grow even bigger.

"you must be hungry" his eyes glanced towards her stomach that was practically hanging out of the shirt she was wearing because her clothes were to small and her foster parents refused to buy her new clothes.

Her head nodded, her brunette hair still slightly damped from the rain last night fell into her face.

"let me" Brandon reached up and brushed it behind her ears ever so gently.

Her cheeks turned red "Thank you"

Brandon was the 16 year old son of Stef Foster who was married to Lena Adams Foster.

Callie stood awkwardly by the door watching the various kids gather at the table, a girl who appeared to be her age, a boy who seemed to be the same and then there was Brandon. An older woman appeared carrying a 3 year old who was identical to her. "I think she is running a fever again" Lena turned towards Stef who was busy at the stove finishing up the eggs she was cooking.

"who is this?" Lena glanced over in Callie's direction.

"Callie" Brandon spoke up realizing he had failed to introduce her to his parents.

"well nice of you to join us take a seat" Lena motioned towards the already chaotic table. The youngest child was banging her sippy cup against the table, that is what she had to look forward to soon enough.

"I'm Lena, this is my beautiful wife Stef, and these are our kids Mariana, Jesus, Brandon who you already met and our littlest one Gracie"

It was a little overwhelming for Callie and she almost wanted to just turn and run back out the door through the yard and continue on her way until she figured something out.

"Where are your parents? And your shoes?" Mariana gave her a warm smile when she asked staring at her barefeet.

"I don't have parents and well I left in a hurry to get away from my foster brother I didn't have time to grab my shoes"

Stef placed a plate of eggs down in front of Callie. "Who is your case worker?" she asked handing her a fork.

"Her name is Julia Berman. I already asked her if she could find me a new place to live and she told me that she was going to have trouble placing me considering my current situation" Callie answered running her hand over her belly. The baby inside of her kicked her hand away.

"I'll make a few calls and see what I can do" Lena added in helping Stef serve the rest of the kids their breakfast.

Gracie threw most of her food instead of eating it.

"Gracelynn Adams Foster we don't throw our food" Stef scolded the young girl who just started to giggle.

"Thank you for the food, I should be going now" Callie placed her plate in the sink before she started for the door.

"Wait, why don't you stay, while I made those phone calls" Lena suggested.

Callie shrugged "I wouldn't want to impose"

"We insist, you shouldn't be out on the street in your position" Stef agreed with her wife.

Callie smiled, while it wasn't going to be forever at least she had some place to be for now.