A/N- Thank you for sticking with the story! I appreciate you! We're getting into the crossover with actual episodes soon. Which means this story is coming to an end soon. (There may be a sequel coming after.) It's Fosters hiatus now- how sad, but last episode was good. Hope you're still enjoying. If you get the chance please leave me a review! They mean a lot and keep me writing. Enjoy!

As always- I don't own The Fosters all I own is this empty coffee cup. (need to go make more apparently)

Lena POV

Stef left for the shower, Callie and I just stayed laying on the bed. I think we were all tired after the last days events. There's still a lot of questions to be asked and answered, but right now I'm content having my daughter in my arms. We still have to tell the kids we're adopting them. At least now Stef and I are on the same page for now, the fighting about the birth control seems so insignificant in retrospect. My phone buzzes and I glance down, it's Gretchen making sure dinner is still on for tomorrow.

Maybe I should just cancel. The twins have been acting weird lately and Brandon has his class with his new piano teacher. They are all quite stressed, maybe it should just be a home night, we can play boardgames or watch a movie. I don't think we can leave Callie home alone for a few hours. I know she didn't mean to hurt her hand on the mirror but if she gets that overwhelming of emotions again I'm not sure what she'll do. It's like my family is falling apart and I just want to fix everything but I can't. Especially when I don't know what's wrong.

But I respond that for now we are still on and I'll let her know if anything comes up. Translation I'll tell Stef about my concerns and we'll see where she stands. With this whole birth control pill thing I think we both are realizing how important communication really is. I am making an effort to include her, I just hope she's doing the same. I think it would be good to have a test day if things go well where Callie will go back to school, I will be there and cal always take her home early if we need. But first we need to see how today goes.

We were laying there resting until we heard the water turn off. I tried waking the girl beside me. It took a few attempts to arouse the lethargic girl. She stirs but never fully wakes up, her eyes are still half glossed and she doesn't seem to be finding her words. I can see the clouds of her mind when I look at her. Its weird that she seems so out of it, especially since she didn't seem to have too bad of a night. "Callie, baby, we need to get some food in you, okay? Lets go downstairs and make some lunch." I say while moving us off the bed.

She hesitates but stands next to me, she's swaying so I wrap my arm around her and take part of her weight. She's still not really standing of her own accord but we can work with this. He head is lulled on my shoulder. We head slowly towards the door her feet shuffling across the floor. We're making progress but I'm concerned about her exhaustion. Maybe it'll be just her blood sugar being off, I don't remember the last time we got real food into her.

In the hallway the girl was slumping down my side. I was grateful as Stef walked out of our bedroom. I nodded to the girl and she took to the other side of Callie bearing some weight herself. We have a half quiet conversation over her head, she says from what she knows Callie slept fairly well. Headed to the bathroom at around 4 am but fell back asleep right after, minimal nightmares. She seems concerned about the girl as well.

The longer we hold the girl up it feels as if gravity is pulling her further down. The conversation can continue downstairs where we're all comfortable and hopefully food would make a difference. We make the way down the stairs only stumbling once but catching ourselves before we fall. I place both my girls down on the couch and head to the kitchen making sandwiches and getting some juice. I'm hoping its as simple as an electrolyte imbalance.

Callie POV

I don't know why I'm so fuzzy today. I took something to help me sleep early this morning from moms bathroom. I'm not too sure what it was but it said for pain and I think emotional pain counts. I just wanted to sleep. I think it was from when one of the other kids had their appendix removed and didn't use all the pain medications. You're supposed to dispose of any remaining medications but that doesn't mean that people do. So instead I took two, that what you take of everything right, two? I hope so.

I just want to sleep. The pills helped a lot, but I still had nightmares and woke up in a sweaty panic a few times. I'm beyond exhausted. It's just been getting worse but I don't want to admit what I did. So I'm just trying to go through the motions, but the motions are so difficult. My feet are weighed down by lead and my head filled with cement. At least when I am fuzzy the dark thoughts can't make their way through.

I just want to sleep. Is that too much to ask? Just to sleep and not have to worry about seeing Liam. Not have to worry about the bad thoughts staining my mind black, swirling like a fog across my consciousness. Not have to worry about being a disappointment. Not have to worry about the pain, the fear, the brokeness, the sadness and the darkness. Just sleep. Why can't it be that simple? But it isn't, it never was. There's always the dark spot even on the brightest days.

I have no idea how we ended on the couch but Stef is warm so I'm just going to lay against her and close my eyes. Yeah, that's a good idea. Sleep. Maybe it'll work this time. My lungs are heavy and breathing takes quite a lot of energy. I'm too tired for this. A little rest will fix everything, right? Just relax into her arms and everything will be okay. It always feels like everything will be okay when I'm in my moms arms. Wait, which mom am I even thinking of? My real one or these ones that love me just as much. This is getting to complicated and the dark is calling again. Goodnight.