Hey there.
We're back in the short length groove. But they will start to get longer, I promise. In fact, I am planning on the next one being a lot longer. This drabble is set in the future because I dig future fics and I'm sick of the sadness that is going on for Brallie in the real Fosters world.
Disclaimer: I still don't own The Fosters.
Callie was scared.
Like, really scared.
She sat there, in the bathroom of her and Brandon's apartment, clutching a stick. But not just any stick.
A
Pregnancy
Test.
Callie shouldn't be scared. For God's sake she was a 32 year old woman. A 32 year old strong woman. A 32 year old woman who has been through some horrible things, things girls should never have to go through.
But there she sat, on the edge of the sink, tears threatening to fall, all because of a stick.
plus.
You just read my story, which means you're pretty cool.