The Fosters Jesus and Mariana Sick

"Brandon, go see what is taking the Twins so long." Lena asked her oldest son. "They are usually down here by now. Tell them if they want a ride with me, I'm leaving in 10 minutes"

"Well, Jesus is normally here by now, not Mariana." Callie replied as Brandon got up to go see what was taking them so long. "Oh, Mama, don't forget I'm spending the weekend with Robert and Jude is going to visit Connor."

"You're right, Callie, thank you for reminding me. Is Robert picking you up from school or is Brandon dropping you off?"

"He's picking me and Jude up. We're going to drop Jude off on the way if it's okay with you."

"That's fine. What are you and Robert going to be doing?"

"I have no idea. He won't tell me and Sophia won't say anything either. She's actually really good at keeping a secret apparently."

"Where's Mom?" Jude asked.

"She had to go into work early. A lot of people are out with the flu. She and Mike have been picking up extra shifts." Lena replied

Upstairs

"Se que estas enfermo, Mariana." Jesus said sitting on his sister's bed. (I know you're sick, Mariana.)

"Estoy bien, Jesus. Si le dices a mamas que te voy a lastimar." Mariana replied. "Sabes lo que significa esta competencia para mi. Si no puedo hacerlo estonces no tenemos ninguna posibilidad de hacerlo a los nacionales." (I'm fine, Jesus. If you tell moms that I'm sick I'm going to hurt you. You know what this competition means to me. If I can't go then we have no chance of making it to nationals.)

"I thought Moms said you weren't allowed to speak in Spanish in the house. No secrets." Brandon said as he walked in.

"Oh, please you act like you can't understand what we are saying any way. We all know you got an A in your Spanish 3 Class." Jesus said.

"Anyways, Mama wanted to know what was taking you so long. She said that if you want a ride with her that she is leaving in 10 minutes."

"We'll be right down." Mariana replied and Brandon nodded before walking out of the room. "Por favor, Jesus, no digas a las mamas." (Please, Jesus, don't tell moms.)

"Bien, pero si te empeoras, les digo." (Fine, but if you get worse, tell them.)

"Mariana, Jesus, I'm leaving now." Lena called up the stairs to the twins.

"COMING!" Mariana yells out her door and turns to Jesus, "I will."