A/N: So here's the next chapter... I was just going to add it to the end of the last one, but... I didn't. So yeah... Please rate/review/follow... Please? I don't know what else to really say. Oh the next update might take a while... So yeah...

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"Hey, Callie! It's me, Sophia-"

Speak of the devil...

"-Your sister... I mean, if you still let me be. I know you were a little upset about the whole adoption thing, but you haven't returned any of my calls and I was starting to wonder if you'd even for them..."

Of course, she just hadn't listen to them.

"Well hopefully you'll get this one. I just wan tree to tell you that Daddy was looking into wallpaper designs for you're room - it's going to be great!"

No it won't. It never would be. She'd hate it.

"Oh! And if you want, we're going horseback riding next Saturday and I'd love for you to join us. Well, hopefully you'll get this one and we'll speak soon. Bye!"

Too late, Callie found the phone. Turning around, she found the eyes of everyone in the room fixed on the small plastic device now held in her hand. They'd heard. They'd all heard. She looked from one devastated face to another. They all looked so miserable, and it was her fault. She'd ruined everything. Again.

Her moth grew dry and her stomach sunk as one particular family member glared at her, his mouth a straight line and his eyes full of hurt, betrayal and... hate.

"You lied." He tried to speak evenly, but his voice trembled slightly towards the end as he struggled to keep back tears. "You lied, again!" He flung the tea towel he'd been holding to the ground and stormed out o the room.

"Jude..." She stopped, unsure of how to continue, unsure of what to say to make it right. "I didn't..."

She turned back to the others. All three teens wore identical looks of pain, and the adults tried to remain neutral - Stef's face expressionless whilst her wife's eyes teamed with hurt and tears.

"It's not.. that's not what I said - it's not how I feel, at all." She was desperate now, pleading with them to understand - to forgive her. They didn't.

"Whatever." Mariana shot her a look of disbelief.

She shook her head. "No, Mariana, really I-"

"I don't care, Callie." She glared at her. "I mean, why should I? You obviously don't give a damn about us."

"Mariana!" Lena frowned at daughter. As stunned and confused as she was, she did not get to talk like that. Not to anyone and certainly not in Lena's house.

"Like I said, 'Whatever.'" She left the room.

"I kind of agree with Mari," Jesus told her. "If you cared at all, you'd have told us." He too left the room, and Brandon followed suit, silently exiting the kitchen and leaving her alone with the moms.

No one said anything for a moment, and none of them looked at each other.

"I don't know where to begin." Not one to beat around the bush, Stef cut to the chase, eying her... daughter? "How long has it been bothering you? Why didn't you come and tell us? I - we - thought that you wanted to be adopted."

"I do. Honestly, I do." She met their eyes, subconsciously noting how all their of them were in tears. "What Sophia said... She was on about the papers not the adoption itself - I want that, really."

Lena frowned. "What papers?"

Callie looked from Stef to her and back to Stef again, contemplating the answer. "The abandonment papers." She said,slowly and carefully, not wanting to continue but knowing that they deserved to know. "Sophia ripped them up." She looked away as Stef began to look at her pityingly. She didn't need that, didn't deserve their sympathy.

"I'm sorry." She sobbed. "I d-didn't mean for it to h-h-happen. A-and because I called h-him my d-dad at that stupid fundraiser, Robert won't r-resign them."

"Oh Honey." With a sigh Stef wrapped her arms around her, encasing the crying teen into a hug. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing." She tucked a stray strand of hair the girl's ear. The two of them shared a small, sad smile.

"Is that what's been upsetting you?" Lena asked, understanding etched on her face. Callie nodded mutely. "Oh, Callie!" She too joined in the hug, and soon the three of them were once again in tears, all crying nonstop. At last the tears subsided and Stef sighed once more.

"It's late, you better get to bed."

Callie nodded and walked towards the doorway, before stopping. Turning to look back at her moms, she bit her lip. "Fix this." She whispered, though both women heard her clearly. "Please, help me fix this."

Stef nodded, whilst Lena nodded reassuringly. "Of course, Slugabug." She also smiled. "Now get to bed!"

Callie let out a chuckle at that. "'Night."

"'Night, Byg."

"G'night Callie-Girl."

She headed upstairs.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Lena turned to her wife. "If he doesn't sign them..."

"Callie will remain legally his. We won't be able to adopt her."

"And he could take her - away from us?"

"Yes." Stef sighed. "But we'd fight him. No matter what or how long it took, we'd fight."

"I'm unemployed... that could affect a judge's decision, right?" Lena closed her eyes, angry at herself as her voice took on a desperate edge. "Oh God, why did I quit?! What an idiot! What are we going to do, I mean, what should...will...how-?"

"Hey! Relax." Stef anxiously searched her wife's face. "It'll be okay. I'm a cop, remember. That'll help our case. Plus, Callie wants to be here. With us. It'll be okay." She repeated her words, half trying to convince Lena, half trying to convince herself.

"I'm sorry." Now it was Lena's turn to sigh. "It's just..." She paused, searching for the right words. "First Frankie and now Callie, why can't I have my babies?"

Not knowing what to say, Stef put an arm around her crying wife's shoulders and hugged her, tight.

"Its not fair, Stef, it's just not fair!"

Stef sighed. "I know, Lena, I know."

They stayed there, hugging, until the sky began to lighten and they had no tears left to cry.