Chapter 8

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"I know, Love," I said, " it sounded far off to me too. But I talked to her about it and she seemed pretty serious about it."

"And so you just decided to take in a child without talking to me first?"

"Oh come on. You did that to me with Callie, so you can't say anything about that. And No, Lena. I told Monte that I would talk to you about it first and if you said we wouldn't do it, I would ask Mike to."

"You did?" She asked weakly. I could tell she regretted snapping at me about it.

"Yes, Lena, I did."

"I'm sorry, Stef. It's just-"

"I know, Love, I know." I walked back over to the bed and crawled onto it. I took Lena into a hug and didn't let go.

"I just... I just don't want that kid to be in that home any longer... I don't want him to end up like... Like Jack..." And at that last sentence, I lost it. I cried into Lena's hair and hugged her tighter. I held on as if my life depended on it. There was just so much stuff going on that I cried, and cried, and cried. It was very unlike me.

Lena hugged me close and ran her hand down my hair. Her other hand rubbing circles on my back. She was quietly shooshing me to try and calm me down. She kissed my head and told me that it would all be okay.

The things this woman does for me. I love her so much.

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