To say Callie was mad would be an understatement. She was furious. She wanted to yell at Mariana, who was puking on Mama, because this was her fault. She just couldn't keep her mouth shut. She couldn't ever accept not knowing every single thing going on because she was nosy. Callie would never have had to climb up the tree had Mariana just left her alone. She never would have had to run to the back yard, though, had the moms not told her she wasn't allowed to run away. Why'd she even listen to them? And now she was hurt! All because Mariana was nosy!

The pain in her wrist was strong, but after waking up from passing out, she was quiet. It was manageable. She had had worse. She felt nauseous, but she wouldn't throw up. She knew this was going to be a trip to the emergency room, and she was pissed about that. It was completely Mariana's fault. Stupid sisters. Since moving in with the Adams Fosters and being told she and Jude were going to be adopted, she'd quickly learned sisters were harder to deal with than brothers.

"Oh, Callie, sweets, we need to go get that checked out," Stef said, holding onto her 12 year old, trying to keep her steady.

Callie rolled her eyed as she swallowed the nausea in her throat down. No shit.

"No ma'am," Lena said from across the yard as she was turning Mariana toward the door so she get her in the house.

Crap. She must have said that out loud.

"Yes, sweets, you did. Come on, Love, lets get you to the ER," Stef said, guiding Callie toward the back door. It wasn't long, however, before she realized Callie wasn't going to be able to walk and, for once, was glad she was so tiny. Stef bent down and picked her up, placing her on her hip. Callie immediately wrapped her legs around Stef's waist and laid her head down on her shoulder, cradling her arm again her.

Lena, who had sprung into action quickly, already had Mariana sitting at the kitchen table sipping on a glass of ice water, had pulled her vomit covered shirt off to reveal her tank top underneath it, which was, thankfully, still clean, and and was calling Jesus downstairs while grabbing a light jacket to put her over tank top.

Jesus was there in seconds. He had heard the chaos, but knew better than to get involved.

"Yea, Mama?" he asked, coming to a stop in front of her before looking at Stef and Callie.

"Oh crap! Cals, your arm looks like my ankle did the time I broke it skateboarding!" Jesus said, going over to her and putting a hand on her back.

"You okay, Cals?" Jesus asked.

"Yea, I am okay. I have had worse. This isn't too bad."

Stef and Lena winced. Of course she'd had worse. And they hated that she had.

"You're a tough cookie, munchkin. Me and you are a lot alike! No worries, moms will take care of you," Jesus said softly.

Callie had been right earlier. Brothers were way better than sisters.

"Jesus, Mom and I are going to take Callie to the ER. We need you to watch everyone …"

"I do not need a babysitter!" Mariana hissed from the table. She was still pale.

"Including your very grounded sister over there. She nearly passed out outside like she did when you broke your ankle," Lena explained, knowing Jesus would know he'd have to make sure she was okay and that usually after half an hour, Mariana would be okay again. "Frankie and Jude need to be in bed within the next hour. If that involves the tent you made them last night, that's great. As long as they are asleep. Please fix them a snack if they want one. Milk only to drink."

"I've got it, Mama. No worries," Jesus said, and then leaned over and gave his mother a hug, trying to ease her worries.

And, whether he knew it or not, it definitely did ease them.

Lena was sitting on a hospital bed that was upright, Callie between her legs, leaning against her chest. Her eyes were closed and she was pretty chill after receiving some pain meds from the ER doctor, who had said she was surprised Callie was so calm because she could tell the break was a pretty bad one. She also had a bag of ice on her arm, which was helping dull the pain as well. They were waiting now to see if it could be set or would need surgery.

Stef and Lena, though they had not said it aloud, were both surprised Callie was remaining so calm about being hurt and in the hospital. They had expected her to, at the very least, be nervous. She was relaxed, though, and the pain meds were starting to work.

"Okay, moms, we are ready to take Miss Callie down for an X-ray. I am afraid only one of you can go down with her, as there is not much room," a nurse said as she came in the room with Callie's chart and a wheelchair. "My name is Jackie."

"Mama," Callie said quietly, never even opening her eyes to look at nurse Jackie.

Stef nodded with a smile. She knew Mama trumped Mom right now, and she was definitely okay with that.

Callie had hung onto Stef's neck until the mother had put her in the backseat of the car at the house. Stef had not even said a word before Lena was in the backseat with their daughter, wrapping an ace bandage around Callie's thin frame and arm to mobilize it so it didn't move. She'd then buckled Callie in and held her close to her. Callie didn't even cry. She hadn't cried. At all.

The nurse nodded and pulled the chair up close to her.

"Okay Mama, why don't you let Mom take Callie and you sit in the wheelchair and then Callie can sit on your lap, How does that sound?" Jackie asked. Thankfully, Jackie had dealt with children before, and had two girls of her own. Personally, her girls would have wanted their father. But having a parent always helped.

Stef stood up and gently picked Callie up, who put her free arm around Stef's neck and dug her face into the side of it, breathing in the deep scent of her mother.

"I still get to go home tonight, right, Mom?" Callie whispered.

Stef looked down at her and took a few steps back so she was away from the nurse — so Callie would feel like it was just the two of them for a moment.

"Love Bug, I think it depends on what the X-rays say, okay? But you know Mama and I will not leave you here alone, right?"

Callie shrugged. She didn't mind being in the hospital. She knew Jesus was taking care of Jude. This wasn't her first rodeo in the hospital.

"If you have to stay here, both Mama and I will stay with you, okay?" Stef said, rubbing her back, but being careful of her arm.

"You can't. What about the others? Jesus, Jude, Frankie? And I guess Mariana," Callie said quietly.

"Grandma can come stay with them if need be, but right now Jesus has everything under control. While you and Mama are gone getting your arm looked at, I will call Jesus and make sure everything is okay. Will that make you feel better?"

Callie nodded. She was starting to get really tired and barely acknowledged being moved into Lena's lap.

Stef leaned down and kissed Callie's head right before she fell asleep against her mama.

It was three in the morning before the trio got home, with Callie sporting a green and blue striped cast due to a distal radius fracture in her wrist. She was also in a sling, which she said had originally refused to wear because of the way it felt against her skin. Nurse Jackie had told her she would fix that in a jiffy, going somewhere and coming back with several blankets for the babies born in the hospital and strategically placing them around the sling so Callie didn't have to feel the sling. Lena had promised she would fix it permanently the next day. That had made Callie much happier — or as happy as she could be with a broken wrist.

She wasn't to go to school until at least Wednesday and had to have it x-rayed again in two weeks to make sure it was a healing correctly.

They pulled into the driveway and Lena unbuckled herself and then Callie before picking the sleeping child up out of the car, following Stef into the house.

"Let me take her, love. I will put her in our room. I know you want to check on the rest of the children," Stef said.

Lena nodded and handed Callie over gently to Stef. Thankfully they had given her more pain medication before they left the ER since they would have to wait to pick up Callie's prescriptions.

Stef climbed up the stairs and went into their room. She laid Callie on the bed and went into the bathroom to grab a shirt off the top of the dryer. It was one of her own shirts, a San Francisco PD shirt Callie liked to wear. She went back to Callie to find her sitting up, though throughly drugged.

"Thanks, Mommy," Callie whispered.

Stef gently took off the sling and then lifted her shirt over her arm and head before moving to her casted arm. The cast was extremely bright. When the nurse had asked her if she'd wanted pink, Callie had stared at her and said, "Are you fucking kidding me? I do not want pink anything!"

Lena had shushed her quickly, though her heart wasn't in it because she knew Callie was too far gone to even know what she was saying. Lena had apologized to Jackie rather quickly, though.

Stef had been able to tell the the nurse had heard and probably said way worse.

"What for, love bug?" Stef asked, working the shirt over her head.

"You didn't leave me at the hospital. I used to like being in the hospital because it was safe and I got to eat, but I worried about Jude the entire time if he wasn't there with me. But today, I didn't want to stay there. I wanted to come home with you and Mama."

Stef worked the sling back over her kid's head and carefully on her arm, wrapping the straps around as they needed to be. She leaned down and kissed Callie's head.

"You're not going anywhere, Bug. You mine. You are Mama's. You belong here forever and ever."

"I know," Callie said, and then fell back into a deep sleep.

Stef kissed her head again moved her to the center of the bed, covering her up lovingly, before starting to get ready for bed herself. It had been a long night, but honestly, she wouldn't change her hectic life for anything.