AN: I know it has been almost month since I last update. I do apologize for the long wait for I do hate to keep you waiting especially, because so many of you are still so invested in this silly AU. For a while I had no inspiration to write this so I put it off for a while, but everything has a silver lining as does my break. I actually have started to write and plan a new AU story which won't contain any OC . It will focus on the Jacob siblings and Stef and Lena. It's a work in progress. I have drafts of the 4 chapters written up and couple of ideas and few chapters for the middle of the story.

I hope you enjoy :)

P.S. The middle part just happened...it basically wrote itself. Oops :)

Stef POV

"Ow," I breathed out, when I felt the Nerf bullet hit my stomach, even though it didn't hurt

There were gasps heard from the porch. In the heat of the moment I had forgotten that we had an audience, that Lena and I were not alone, that we were on different teams and that bunch of people were rooting for each of us.

Opening my eyes, the first spot my eyes went to, was my wife's eyes, who was looking at me regretfully. Almost as if she had betrayed my trust somehow. Briefly averting my eyes down, I saw the Nerf bullet laying between our feet. They might see the Nerf bullet on the grass, but I highly doubt they saw from which gun it flew out.

"I'm sorry, babe!" Lena whispered back, when I looked at my wife. She gazed to me with tears in her eyes, raised her hand up to my face and fondly caressed my cheek "I had to. The girls believed in me!" there was definitely remorse heard in her voice for what she had done to me

"Who won!?" Suddenly Frankie yelled out from the porch making me flinch lightly "Mama, did we win?! Mama?" We both chuckled quietly at our youngest, when we looked at each other

"Go on," I smiled giving her the permission to boast and celebrate the win, feeling proud about how I let Lena win

"We won!" Mama called back, throwing her arms up in a victory. There were cheers heard instantly by the girls, but groans from the boys as they were not happy about it. Lena did a little dance as she walked towards the porch.

High fives were given left and right once she reached the porch.

"Mom wasn't really playing," Jesus was heard defending the fact that we had lost this match "She was going easy on all of you!"

"Na-ha!" Mariana disagreed, when I walked to the rest of the family "She got really angry with herself, when she missed me the first time."

"She was trying to spare your life!" Jude sided with his brother

"You're just all bitter, because you lost this match!" Callie spoke up

"We were simply doing what moms always told us, to go easy on all of you," Brandon argued back "Let you win!"

"It's not important who won or who lost-" Dana tried to reason with the kids, but she was over-spoken by the kids, who continued to bicker over at the table.

Girls winning meant - overall score was tie. Of course I could have easily ended the game 2 minutes ago, bringing the victory to the boys team, but then I wouldn't be seeing this wide, bright smile and joy on my wife's face. It's all worth it. This must be the first time I let Lena win in any game.

"Mom, tell them," Jesus turned to me the second I had sat down at the table

"Tell them what?" I questioned, looking first at Jesus, then at the rest of the boys, who all looked like their pride had been hurt somehow. It's as if they took this lose personally and to heart. I do understand that, not wanting to admit that the girls were as tough and strong as they are. They don't want to be seen as weak. Men like to win and loosing comes hard to them. In this case they need to come to terms with the fact - girls are as good as them in a game, what usually is only played by boys.

"You let mama win."

At Jesus statement I instantly glanced to Lena, who was sat at the end of the table. The longer I watched her interact with the girls, the more confused I started to get. There was no longer any signs that the play pretend gun fight game had gotten to her emotionally.

"Give it up, Jesus!" Jesus twin chimed from the other side of the table "You're a sore loser!"

When Lena did finally look me in the eye, I was no longer completely sure, that I had let Lena win. The one sided smirk and the mischief look in her eyes, told me that I had just gotten played by her.

While the dislike against guns and the painful memories of me being shot were absolutely genuine - I was starting to believe that Lena did exploit it in her favor. To get an easy win against me, because if we had truly went into a one-on-one Nerf gun battle, I would have won in matter of seconds. I am a trained cop, after all. Lena is not dumb – she knew she had no chance against me. Adding an extra tear, quivering lip here and there, playing more to my emotions, showing me just in how much of an emotional turmoil she is in – was her way of beating me. It was a well executed plan and I fell for it. She made me see her as a damsel in distress, while in reality she was just waiting for me to let my guard down. And of course I fell for her trick, I love her to pieces and seeing her like that was hard for me. Lena beat me, by tricking me.

Damn, she's good.

This was the first time I had seen Lena like that. It was a completely different side of her. Suddenly the only real thought I had, was for me to grab Lena's hand, pull her towards the first floor bathroom, much like she had done to me at our wedding day, and just make love to her. Despite the fact that there over 10 people in this house. I just wanted Lena. Bad.

Pushing my chair back, I got up and walked over to Lena. I leaned down to her, reaching for her hand simultaneously, and whispered in her ear "I need to talk to you. It's important."

Lena looked at me puzzled at my serious tone, confused about my sudden wish to speak with her alone "About what?" she whispered back to me, looking rather worried at me

"Come," I pulled on her hand lightly, telling her to just follow me without asking any more questions

"Where are you two going?" Sharon asked, when Lena was on her feet, ready to follow me inside the house

"We'll be back. You can start to eat," I told them before I walked away, pulling Lena with me

"Stef," Lena had no clue what had happened or what's about to happen "What's going on?" she questioned

I pulled her into the bathroom and locked the doors behind her.

"Stef!" Lena exclaimed trying to understand what has gotten into me. I turned to Lena, who stood at the same spot by the wall, where I had stood dressing in all white. Taking a step closer to her, I invaded her private space completely. Her back hit the wall, she had no way to go. Our noses almost touched, I could feel her breath on my skin and hear her heart beating inside her chest.

"I want you," I breathed out before going in for a kiss, while my hands pulled her tucked blouse out of her jeans. At first Lena rested her hands on my shoulders, but her right hand traced down to my upper arm and her fingers pressed into my skin a moment later.

"Stef we have…" Lena managed to say in the moment, when I went from kissing her lips to kissing her neck "...guest..." the last part came out as a moan

"I don't care," I replied while my fingers had found the last button on her blouse. One by one I started to unbutton her blouse all while exploring Lena's collar bone with my lips. Lena's breathing became more elaborated by each passing second, as did mine.

"Everyone is outside..." Lena uttered, when I squeezed her breasts with my hands "...waiting for us."

Briefly stopping the kissing, I gazed to Lena's eyes, while gently tracking my finger down her stomach to her jeans "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop. Just say – stop."

I popped the jeans button open and pulled down the zipper, while I waited for Lena to stop me. All she had to do was say one word. One simple word and I will back off, saving my strong feelings for the night. The problem was, while I could wait till night, till everyone is asleep, I don't want to. The urge to have Lena right here, right now was stronger than it has ever been.

Seconds passed, but her lips never moved and she didn't utter a singe sound. So I made a move and moved my hand lower, while keeping my eyes on Lena's lips that I wanted to feel again. Lena allowed me to slip my hand inside her panties and feel her. She was already moist down there, telling me she wanted this as much as I did.

Callie POV

I looked back at the house over my shoulder after I thought I had heard something. It was a faint sound. Barely audible. A small scream. I must have been the only one who heard it, because no one else seemed to be bothered by it. Because I didn't hear the sound again, I brushed it off as wind and turned back to the rest of the family.

I continued to listen to Mariana, who was looking at me with much love in her eyes "I'm going to miss you so much!" She said referring to me having my first day on job next Monday. It was a big day. Important day. I was nervously excited for it. Not knowing what will bring, who will I be partnered with.

"I'm not going anywhere, you know that right?"

"I know, but you're the first one of us to start your own first real job. The real deal!" she emphasized at the end "It will never be the same again."

"Why do you make it sound like Callie starting her job is...such a horrible thing?" Amy questioned back with a light chuckle in her voice as she shifted in her seat a little

"Because Callie no longer will be one of us."

"What does that mean?" Jude frowned his forehead up and looked at me for answers. I shrugged my shoulders as a reply and returned my eyes back to Mariana.

"Adult!" Mariana clarified "She'll be an adult!"

My mother started to laugh sincerely, I glanced to her not understanding the joke in there "Why are you laughing?"

"Oh, honey!" she patted my shoulder "You are hardly an adult. Having a job doesn't make you instantly an adult. Neither does being able to vote at the age of 18. Or being allowed to buy alcohol at the age of 21. Same goes for being in a steady relationship or having a degree, or having a baby. None of those things make you automatically an adult."

Stewart spoke up next "Answer me this, Callie – do you feel like an adult?"

I gazed down to my glass while I thought about it "Not really," I admitted returning my gaze to Jude's grandfather "I have this strange feeling - I don't feel like an adult, but I don't feel like a teenager either! It's like I'm somewhere in between and to be honest, it feels very confusing."

"According to the latest research, human brain does not fully develop until the age of 25. At this age people can control impulses, solve problems, regulate emotions and organize behavior better. That's why so many people do so many crazy stuff in their teen years. It would be more accurate to say that one does not become an adult until he or she has reached the age of 25. Until then, the term young adult is more appropriate!" Dana chimed in in her usual manner, over the time I have come to truly appreciate her more scientific input "You're at the age of transformation from being a teenager to becoming an adult. That phase is confusing and hard for everyone, full with doubt, lots of questions, hard decisions."

"That's sound about right," I agreed to everything Dana said

"We will certainly never see any one of you as an adult," Sharon added pointing to each and every one of the younger generation "You will forever be babies in our eyes and hearts!" She patted Brandon hand, but gazed to Jude and smiled. Both boys returned the smile to her grandmother appreciating the love.

"Where did your moms go?" Cooper looked around searching for either one of them "This feels like the perfect time for a toast, but they are not here."

"I thought I saw them go inside a while ago," Mariana said "But I don't see them in the kitchen," she leaned left and right, trying to see inside the kitchen through the windows "Oh, I see them!" Mariana waved her hand at them.

Couple of seconds later, the back doors opened. Lena was tucking her blouse inside her jeans, when they stepped on the porch.

"There you are," Cooper called, holding both of their glasses up "We are ready for our first toast!"

"Oh," Stef was the first to step forward, she took both of the glasses and held on Lena's while, she finished tucking her blouse "What are we toasting?"

"To our young adults," Dana raised her glass as she looked around the table to the youngest generation. Stef and Lena came up to the table and everyone raised their glasses up to the middle of the table to clink glasses.