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In this fic, Callie is Lena's adoptive child. No other children are involved (yet). We'll see where this goes…

Chapter 1

Callie looked up from her coloring book at her mother who was fidgeting in the kitchen. The five-year old girl appeared confused at first as she watched Lena running from left to right with a ton of plates and then from right to left to grab something from the refrigerator. She chuckled silently as she always loved to see her mother in this crazed-state. It was almost as if she was watching a live cartoon rather than witnessing her mother stress out.

"Mommy?" she started.

"What is it, honey?" Lena asked as she pulled the lid off of the pot to stir the spaghetti sauce.

"What are you doin?" Callie said in a rhythmic tone.

"Huh?" Lena began in confusion. "I'm cooking, sweetie. What does it look like I'm doing?"

Dancing, the girl wanted to answer but thought better not to. "Are you late?" Callie continued.

"Why do you ask that?" Lena furrowed her eyebrows.

"Because… you only act crazy like dis in the morning when we're late to school."

"Callie," Lena warned.

"I didn't call you crazy," Callie responded. "I said dat you're acting crazy. See, dat's not the same ding."

"You know that it is," Lena corrected as she gave her daughter a stern look.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

Lena nodded, "Okay. Thank you… And I'm running around like a chicken without a head because Stef is coming over and I want to finish cooking."

"Who's Stef?" Callie asked innocently as she grabbed a green crayon from the crayon box and stared at Ariel's tail in the book.

Lena looked back up at her daughter in astoundment and watched as she continued to color away inside of the book. She can't possibly be serious? she thought to herself. I had been talking about Stef coming to meet her for three days straight. Had I just been talking to myself? "Callie?"

"Yes, Mommy?" she answered without even glancing up to meet her mother's eyes.

"Can you look at me, please?"

"Yes, Mommy?" Callie asked again as if she hadn't even heard her.

"Callie, look at me," Lena continued and finally got the girl to lift her eyes to her.

"What?" she asked in confusion.

Lena took a deep breath before she continued, "I told you about Stef, remember? I let you know that she was very eager to meet you. And I also told you that Stef and I have been going out for a while now."

"Oh, she's your friend. Okay," Callie nodded. "Like Jenna?" the kid tried to act as if she understood.

"No, not exactly. Not like Jenna," Lena said awkwardly. "She's my girlfriend, like Linda."

"I miss Linda," Callie confessed and it was obvious that she hadn't heard the girlfriend part. "Is Linda comin' too?" she asked with a hint of gleam in her eyes.

"No, bug…Linda and I broke up, remember?" Lena tried to remind her.

"Why?"

Lena stared her daughter in the eye and knew that she shouldn't lie to her but telling her the truth was out of the question. She couldn't say because Linda left us for a man, got pregnant, and abandoned us for a family of her own.

"Mommy?" Callie questioned when her mother took to long to answer.

"Did you finish your homework?" Lena attempted to distract her.

"Yes. But…"

"What is it, sweetie?"

Callie pointed to the water that was spilling from the pot on the stove, "I dink you're cooking wrong."

Lena quickly whipped around to tend to the food in the kitchen. "I think you're right, Callie," she mumbled before she heard a soft knock on the door.

"I'll get it!" Callie called as she raced for the door before she heard her mother's yell and stopped in her tracks.

Lena quickly shut off the stove before calling out for her. "Callie! Remember what I said about running over and opening the door?"

"Dat dere are bad people like kidnappers dat can come n take me," Callie moaned.

"Yes, and it's very dangerous and you shouldn't do it," Lena pointed her finger at her child warningly.

Callie huffed before walking back toward the dinning room table and sulking back into her chair. "You never let me do anything," the girl mumbled to herself as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the coloring book.

Lena turned around and gave her a look before walking over and opening the door for Stef. But rather than opening the door and letting her in right away, she stepped outside and gave Stef a small smile, making sure to hold the door ajar so that Callie couldn't see them.

"Uh oh," Stef's smile quickly faded as she saw the worried look on Lena's face. "Who died?"

"Oh, no one," Lena assured her.

"Well, that's good news," Stef asserted as she leaned in to kiss her girlfriend but couldn't deny noticing the small bit of resistance in her woman's kiss. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Lena faked laughed, "Oh, it's not me who I'm worried about…"

Stef stared back at her girlfriend in confusion, "What's wrong?" she asked as she tried to peek her head in to see inside of Lena's apartment.

"Well, it seems as if Callie… didn't know you were coming," Lena confessed.

"What?" Stef questioned. "I thought you said that you told her about the dinner."

"Oh, she heard the part about the dinner, just…not the part of you coming to it. I think it's this selective attention some kids do at this age. A child only hears what he or she wants to hear, and just blocks out everything else. It's her newest way to make me crazy, I think," Lena complained.

"Awwwww, honey," Stef tried to console as she kissed Lena again on the lips. "So she doesn't know I was coming. Big deal."

"Well…" Lena started.

Stef sighed, "Do I even want to ask what?"

"It seems as if… hm…" Lena voice still depicted worry.

"Just say it."

"Stef, she just found out about you like five seconds ago."

The blonde's eyes widened with horror.

"I know, I'm sorry," Lena apologized. "I've been talking about you nonstop for days. She just… hasn't been listening to me," she voiced in frustration before she let out a deep breath, "Maybe we should just reschedule?"

"Ya think," Stef asked sarcastically before she looked up at a guilty looking Lena. She had never been so nervous to meet a five-year-old in her entire life, but to have to go through this all over again seemed like torture.

"I'm sorry," Lena said again nervously. She felt completely at fault for screwing it all up.

"It's fine," Stef sighed. "I'm okay. As long as I got to see you, even if it was only for a minute, I'm happy," she continued as she bent in to kiss Lena's lips.

"I love you," she reminded her.

"You better," Stef teased. And immediately afterward, Lena released her girlfriend's lips the second she felt the doorknob loosen from her grasp.

"Mommy?" Callie asked as she walked beside her mother and glanced up at a blonde woman in a long blue sundress. Stef stood there awkwardly at first unsure of whether or not to greet Lena's daughter right now. "Hi," Callie started not leaving the blonde much of a choice.

"Uh, hi?" Stef started nervously as she peered at her girlfriend with worry.

"Callie, what did I tell you about opening the door without asking who it is first?" her mother questioned.

"But I dought you got stolen," Callie tried to reason even though she had been eavesdropping throughout most of their conversation.

Lena smiled as she receive a questioning look from Stef, "I told her not to open the door to strangers and had to instill a little bit of fear, so that she would finally get the memo."

"Uhuh," Stef nodded. "Gotcha… So?"

"So, I guess we'll see you around?" Lena questioned.

"Absolutely," Stef continued with a smile. "Bye," she waved to the little girl.

"You're not hungry anymore?" Callie questioned as Lena raised her eyebrows to Stef in surprise.

"Um… I—" Stef began to speak but Lena quickly interrupted.

"I think she is. Right, Stef? You do seem a little hungry," Lena answered with a nod so that Stef would get the hint.

"You know what? I guess I am," Stef smiled as she followed both of them inside before looking at Lena skeptically.

A/N: So, I wanted to write a Stef and Lena fic for a while and thought it'd be funny to mix it up with Stef experiencing parenting for the first time.