A/N: Hey, here with the next chapter. I didn't squeeze everything I would have liked in. It just kind of ended naturally. Hope you like it nonetheless.

Chapter Three

Jude's POV

This was crazy. I looked around watching everyone. Jesus was nowhere to be seen. Mariana kept mouthing Stef, just to get used to calling her that I guess. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Callie had said Brandon only went to his dad's. How could he have gotten so hurt at Mr. Foster's? His dad wasn't like our other foster parents that would do that sort of thing and he looked too upset.

"Um...Mr. Foster?" I wasn't sure how to approach him, so I just walked over to where he stood by the window.

He blinked looking down at me with a sad smile. "Jude, you know you can call me Mike right?"

"Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine Jude." Another sigh. He wasn't.

"What…" I stumbled. "What was Brandon like, back then?" I had been kind of mean to him, before all this, not that I didn't have a good reason, but I wanted to know. I wanted to help him like he helped me.

Mike laughed. "You don't want to know."

I nodded. "I do."

"He loved music. That never changed. He could be a bit stubborn, got that from both of us. I think Lena's influence mellowed him out some. He loved making friends, so don't be surprised if he attaches to you right away. But he threw fits like nobody's business."

"Can't be any worse than Jesus' fits." I shrugged.

"Speaking of," Mike nodded out the window to where Jesus sat on a bench outside the hospital. " Why don't you go talk to him?"

I nodded before standing, walking to the door and heading out to Jesus' spot.

Jesus' POV

Damn it! I put my hands to my head. How come this family gets all the crap? I knew it probably wasn't true by a long shot, but it sure seemed that way. Brandon had been the one to teach me almost everything. He'd welcomed me and Mariana in and gave us someone to look up to. The fact that he wouldn't remember any of that, any of us, was too scary to think about.

"Jesus," I looked up to see Jude.

"What?" I really wasn't in the mood right now.

Jude sat next to me. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He was staring at me with such a serious look it was a little off putting. He hadn't been with us for long, but he already seemed to know how this family worked. I know, after Callie ran off, he had gotten closer to all of us. He already seemed to know that I needed to talk and was going to sit on the bench until I did.

"What do we do? You have any idea? Cause I sure as hell don't." I pounded my fist against the arm of the bench.

Jude shrugged. "I think…" he looked toward the window. "I think we just have to get to know him again."

"That's it?" I scoffed. "We already know him Jude!"

Then Jude did something I didn't expect, he laughed.

"What's funny about this?"

"I think… we have the worst luck of any family in history."

My sentiments exactly. I smirked. "You hit the nail on the head." I stood starting to walk the path back inside. "You coming?"

"Yeah."

Stef's POV

I was nervous. I was actually nervous to see my son again, but I think I was more nervous for my kids and Lena. I was sitting next to them in the plastic lobby chairs, feeling as restless as ever. I held Lena's hand, which was trembling.

"We'll get through this I promise." I pulled her hand to my lips.

"Mommy!" I jumped away from Lena as we pulled our hands apart quickly and I looked up to see Mom and Brandon. "Mommy, Grandma got me M&Ms, you want some?"

I cleared my throat. "Brandon, Love, you remember Lena right?"

Brandon bit his lip then nodded. "Yeah, you're Mommy and Daddy's friend and you work at school."

I peeked out of the corner of my eye, searching the kids' faces. Mariana could barely look up, I could see her shoulders shaking. Jesus was silent with wide eyes holding Mariana's hand. Jude leaned against Lena who was running her fingers through his hair. Callie was the first one to stand looking at me as Lena spoke.

"That's right." Her voice was soft. "It's nice to see you again Brandon. I'm glad you're okay."

"Thank you." Brandon said. He then looked at Mariana. "Hi, I'm Brandon."

Mariana's POV

"Hi, I'm Brandon." Hearing my brother introduce himself like that… I'd be completely lying if I didn't say it made me think back. I wasn't sure whether to burst into tears or start grinning like an idiot because he was standing in front of us in one piece.

"Mariana, honey…" Mama nodded toward Brandon who was bouncing on his toes. I never thought I'd see my older brother bouncing on his toes. "Aren't you going to say hi?"

"Hey Brandon, I'm Mariana." The next words were so hard to say. I'd met him already. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." Brandon was grinning, a full worry-free smile. "So you're staying with Mommy?"

I nodded. "Yeah," I looked to Mama. I wasn't sure what to tell him. She just waved her hand, keep talking to him. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Yeah?" His eyes lit up. "Like what?"

"I've heard you're really good at playing the piano." I remembered seeing a picture of Brandon when he was younger sitting at the piano next to Mom. I really hoped that worked.

"Daddy says I'm gonna be the next Be...Be…" He tripped over the name.

"Beethoven?" Jude piped up with a smile.

Brandon nodded.

"I'm Jude."

Brandon looked to Mom then to Mama. "Like the song?"

I snorted as I saw Jude's frown. "Every time."

"You ready to go Kiddo?" Mom put an arm around Brandon's shoulder.

"Uh-huh." Brandon's head bobbed. "Is Daddy staying with us?"

Mom turned to face Mike who shrugged.

"If you'll let me."

I looked over to Callie who looked as perplexed as I felt. I had a feeling we were going to learn a lot about Brandon and even more about our mom and Mike.

A/N: Alright, so next chapter we'll hear from Callie and see Brandon's reaction to coming home and the family's first day dealing with Brandon's altered state. We'll hear from Lena and Mike and meet Jason Vanning. Thoughts? What do you think Brandon will get up to? How do you think his siblings will deal with their older brother being so much "younger"? Any suggestions for what they could encounter?