I spent the whole day at school worrying about my possible pregnancy. Thankfully the day went by smoothly, so I didn't had to worry much about school work. I got out of the building ready to go home when I saw Brandon at front waiting for me.

"Hey babe, what are you doing here? Why aren't you home?" I asked him.

"Don't kill me, but I called your doctor this morning and scheduled an appointment. We have to make sure everything with the possible baby is fine."

"Okay, let's go then."

"So you're not mad?" He asked worried.

"No. I know you are doing this for my health. Thanks, actually."

We asked for a cab and left to the hospital. When we got there they called me pretty fast. A lady made me and Brandon go into a room and started doing some tests on me.

"Ok Callie, I'll be back in a sec with the results."

"Are you nervous?" Brandon asked me.

"A little bit B. But I know we are going to make it work."

I placed a kiss on his lips. Once we saw the lady coming back we held hands waiting for the news. She seemed happy, so it was kind of hard to tell what was coming.

"So Callie, Brandon, after seeing the results, we concluded that you are pregnant. Congratulations!"

"I love you." Brandon said while placing his lips on mine.

"I love you too."

We talked about some information about what was coming with the doctor and then left. It was around 4:00pm already and we were heading home.

"Do you want to go eat somewhere?" Brandon asked.

"Actually, I feel like staying home." Then I put on some puppy eyes and said "Would you cook for me B?"

"Of course I would."

I knew I was kind of taking advantage of being pregnant and vulnerable, but I liked it honestly. Brandon makes the most amazing meals ever, and I love when he cooks for me.

"Hey B, can I ask you something?" I said while entering the kitchen.

"Of course. Tell me."

"Do you think we should flight back to San Diego to tell moms the news?"

"I guess that would be a good idea. Would you be okay flying though?"

"B, I've only been pregnant for like a month. I'm pretty sure I'll be fine."

"True, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I know you are worried."

I noticed he kept cooking and I wanted to help, but he wouldn't let me.

"So what are we having for dinner."

"I'm making you, Miss Callie Foster, some mazing and probably the most delicious pasta you'll ever try."

"Aren't you over selling it much?"

"I know my skills."

We ate and then laid on our bed. I was stuck on the computer trying to find a flight home.

"B, the only day we are going to be able to fly back to San Diego is literally tomorrow."

"But why? Can't we go on Sunday or the next weekend?"

"Apparently all flights to San Diego are booked on Sunday and next weekend I have this group project for school."

"Well, sounds good to me. What time are we leaving?"

"I was able to find this really cheap tickets, but we leave at 5:00 am. We'll come back on Sunday afternoon."

"So I guess we better get packing."

And we did. We ended up being able to place all of our clothes in the carry on which meant we wouldn't have to spend more money on luggage. The next morning we woke up, got ready, and headed to the airport.

"Shouldn't we give them a heads up that we are coming?" I asked.

"No. Then they'll get worried and start asking questions."

"What about Mariana? We can at least tell her."

"Callie is like 2:00am where she lives. Don't worry, we'll be fine."

We boarded the plane and spent the next five hours flying home, well our last home. I tried to sleep throughout the flight but failed at it. Brandon did manage to fall asleep though, which was good for him, but boring for me. We were on hour three of the flight when I started feeling bad, again.

"Um... B."

There was no answer. Brandon was still asleep.

"B, please wake up."

"Is everything okay?" Brandon asked half asleep.

"Brandon I don't feel good."

"Do you think you might throw up?"

"Mhm."

And before we could even talk about it, I jumped on top of Brandon and ran to the closest bathroom. I was lucky that I managed to get there in time, so I wouldn't bother any of the passengers. I finished throwing up and cleaned my face with what I could. I heard Brandon was outside waiting for me which made me feel bad. I didn't like to bother him that much. Eventually I opened the door and glanced at Brandon.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked me.

"Yeah, fine."

He hugged me and we headed back to our seats. Thankfully the next two hours went by smoothly and we got to San Diego safe. After twenty minutes of going through security and managing to get out of the airport we asked for a cab and made our way home.

"What's on your mind?" Brandon asked on the way home "You don't look so good."

"I juts... um. It's already hard thinking they might hate me again and now I have to deal with feeling bad every two minutes because of this baby and because of the guilt."

"Hey Callie, don't say that. They would never hate you, and you know it."

"They already helped us with one baby, I don't want to put any pressure on them again."

"It's going to be fine. I promise they will not hate you and they are going to love their new grandchild."

"Brandon I'm scared." And tears started running down my cheek "What if this baby doesn't make it either?"

"Don't say that." He pulled me into a hug "He or she will make it, and we will be a beautiful family."

In a matter of minutes we got to mom's house. We walked to the door and stood there outside scared of what was going to happen. We held hands before going in, but I didn't wanted to let go.

"Are you ready to go in?" Brandon asked.

"I guess."

We opened the door and got in the house I always thought I would end up calling my home. But it felt different, it wasn't my home anymore.