Breaking The Rules: a Foster's Fan Fiction

Chapter 24. Baby Foster

Chapter 24. Baby Foster

"Ow!" Callie cried. "Ooh." She was home alone, while Brandon was at work. She was trying to rest, but had been experiencing painful contractions in her back all day. She needed to use the bathroom, but getting up was a chore, so she tried to wait as long as she could. When she couldn't wait any longer, she rolled off the bed and stood up. She felt a trickle of warm liquid running down her leg. She thought she peed at first- she didn't have much control over her bladder at that point, but then realization hit her. I think my water just broke, she thought, panicked. "What do I do? What do I do?" She asked herself out loud. She wished Brandon was there.

She picked up the phone, and dialed Stef. She waited impatiently for her to answer, and before Stef even said hello, she started talking. "Mom," she said in a rush. "I think I might be in labor. I'm all alone. Please come over!"

"Are you sure you're in labor, honey?" Stef asked. "You're not due for another week."

"I'm not sure," Callie admitted. "But I feel weird. I'm having bad contractions, and I'm pretty sure my water just broke, but it could've been pee... Oww!" She moaned, holding her belly. "Please mom... I need you." She doubled over with another contraction.

"Okay, baby," said Stef. "We need to get you to the hospital. Just hold on. Mommy's coming. I'm on my way." Her hands shook as she ended the call. She called Mike, and explained that Callie was in labor, and she needed him to cover for her. Then, she turned her cruiser around.

Callie sat on the sofa, trying to stay calm. She dialed Brandon while she waited for Stef. Please answer, she urged silently. Finally, he did.

"Hello, Callie?" He asked. "Are you okay?" He was with a student, and he knew she wouldn't call during his scheduled lessons unless she had a good reason.

"Brandon, listen," she said. "I'm in labor. Mom's coming right now."

Brandon felt the color drain from his face. "Oh my gosh... oh, man... are you alright?"

"I think so," Callie answered. She cringed in pain. "It really hurts, though. I'm going to the hospital. Can you meet us there?"

"Of course," said Brandon. "I wouldn't miss it for anything. I'll be right there."

"Okay," Callie replied. "And can you call Lena and tell her to come, too?"

"I'm on it," he promised. "I'll call her right now, then I'll start out."

"Okay," she said.

"I'll see you soon, sweetheart. Good luck! I love you."

"Bye," she told him. "I love you, too."

At last, Stef arrived at the door. "Are you ready, baby?" She asked, giving her daughter a hug.

"Yes," answered Callie. "I need my bag, though." She turned toward the bedroom, but Stef stopped her.

"I'll get it, honey," she said. "Where is it?"

"In the closet." She gasped in pain. "On the floor."

Stef nodded and hurried to get it. She returned in seconds. "Okay, love. Let's go have a baby." She helped Callie down the hall to the elevator, then to her cruiser. She opened the door and let Callie in, then they were on their way.

Callie's nerves began to kick in as they got closer to the hospital. She knew she was about to go through what would probably be the worst pain she ever felt, and after that, she'd be a mother. She and Brandon would be responsible for a tiny life. It was scary and exciting. "Mom," she said quietly. "I'm gonna be sick." Stef pulled over, and Callie opened the door and threw up on the side of the road.