Chapter 3

Lena watched as her girlfriend shook her head and made a look of disgust as if she were reliving the moment all over again. It was obvious that Stef was attempting to figure out what the hell just happened and if it really happened at all. The look on Lena's face was evidence enough that it really had for the blonde, causing her to move into action and make her way toward the stair case.

Out of eminent worry, Lena leaped in front of her. "What-what are you doing?" She stuttered.

Stef paused and crossed her arms over her body as is she didn't really need to explain herself. She honestly hadn't exactly known what she was going to do. She always acted on impulse and her first instinct was to speak with her daughter.

"We can't do that," Lena assured the woman as if she already knew what Stef had in mind.

Stef's jaw dropped as if she had been slapped twice in one day. Once by her daughter and now by her wife. "She brought a stranger into our home, Lena," the blonde felt the need to point out.

"A stranger to you," Lena reminded, causing for her partner to squint her eyes at her response.

"Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Stef retorted.

"I mean..." Lena paused as she thought of the best way to handle the situation. "That came out differently than I intended."

"Uhuh," Stef rushed her.

"I'm trying to say that Callie remembers her. She's not a stranger to her."

"Yeah, and how does she remember her?" Stef was more concerned about.

Lena shook her head as if she honestly didn't understand it either. "I don't know… They were close," she admitted in a lower tone.

"She hasn't mentioned her in years, since we started dating," Stef continued as if that were the more important fact.

"I know," the brunette answered worriedly.

Stef sighed as she too hadn't a clue how to handle Callie. "What do we do?"

"Well, we can't yell at her," Lena responded. "I'm sure she doesn't even realize what she did was wrong."

"She brought your ex home with her to our house," Stef answered. "How does that not sound wrong?"

"I've invited Gretchen over at least twice," Lena defended. "I don't think she fully understood that inviting Linda over was so bad."

"So what?" Stef asked in a flat tone. "I should expect more of your exes to just show up on our doorstep? …You know what? Why don't we have a party and you can invite them all over to meet Callie. We can call the caterer and all hang out in the backyard, sipping cocktails and talking about our most intimate moments with you," she finished sarcastically.

"Don't be a smart ass," Lena warned. "This isn't my fault."

Stef wanted to bite her tongue but sometimes she spoke without thinking. "If you didn't have such an open relationship with Gretchen in the first place maybe Callie wouldn't be so confused. What did you expect from her?"

"That's not fair. You were there all of those times with Gretchen and I and you never said anything."

Stef remained quiet as she considered her girlfriend's response. She just wanted to be angry and Lena was the easiest person to be angry toward at the moment but she knew that she was letting her temper get the best of her. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to–"

"I know," Lena assured her as if it were nothing to be upset about… We just need to talk to her and let her know that bringing Linda home wasn't the smartest thing to do. But we can't sound upset with her," Lena finished as she stared more at her wife as if it were her that needed to be reminded of that.

"Okay," Stef unwillingly agreed.

I'm really sorry. I didn't think they would get so angry. Callie texted Linda after she heard the front door slam.

"Nice going," Lizzie commented. "You made mom mad."

"She's always mad," Callie retorted as if it were no big deal.

"No, she's really mad. I can tell. She must really hate that lady."

"I don't know why," the teen answered back as she stared back at her phone after she felt it vibrate again.

Linda: It's okay. It's not your fault. Your moms just really don't like me. I did some messed up things when I was young and Lena still hasn't forgiven me.

Callie: She needs to get over it. It was like 20 years ago.

"How long do you think she's going to ground you for?" Lizzie asked out of curiosity.

"I don't care," Callie answered back. "They're being unfair."

Linda: Not likely. She still holds it against me.

Callie: What did you do that was so bad?

Linda: It's complicated.

Callie: ?

"Who are you talking to?" Lizzie asked after seeing her sister so involved with her phone.

"I'm playing a game," Callie shook her head. "Go do your homework."

"I can't," Lizzie smiled. "Mom's sent us up here. My backpack is downstairs."

Callie tossed her backpack towards her sister's bed. "Then to mine."

Lizzie scrunched up her face at Callie as if she were crazy. And when they both heard the knock on the door, Callie immediately shoved her phone under her pillow.