NOTE: This story addresses unchecked and untreated mental illness and what can happen as a result of it. Callie's behavior is a result of this. This is a very delicate matter so please be sensitive to this in your comments. Thank you.
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LENA POV
"I think maybe we can save even 100 dollars more a month if we cut that cost. We don't need that much take out, and maybe cut the entertainment budget a bit." I say as Stef and I are going over our budgets which had gotten a little tight since she had to cut her hours at work and got less disability then we expected. It was ok, and we would make it work but I know she is frustrated at the entire thing and herself. "We can cut a few more things too. I don't think it's major."
"This is a fucking pain in the ass Lena. I can work. I can work more hours, then we don't need to cut basically everything that is fun. The kids love the movies, and eating out and...
"Honey, you can't work more hours right now. You can't babe." I rub her hand seeing the aggravation and frustration take over her face one of which I know I can't help her not feel. "You heard the doctor."
"Yeah I fucking heard him. But I also didn't know that the amount I'd get would be shit. No one can live off this. No one. I'd be better off working at McDonald's. The fuck."
"Stef." I soothe as she shakes her head. "Please, calm down ok. Please baby." Stroking her cheek with the back of my hand she looks towards me as I can see the pain in her eyes.
"This, is not what I wanted Lena. To work so hard the last twelve years and for this to happen. For you to be the one that has to pick up my fucking slack because of some high blood pressure shit. Really? If this was 15 years ago I'd make my money another way." She spits out completely annoyed as I glare at her.
"Really Stef? Come on. You are past that and you aren't that person anymore baby."
"Yeah, well at least that person was making money and not leeching off her wife." She laughs awkwardly as I squeeze her hand for this was Stef using humor and poor jokes to mask how she feels. But there is no way I'm letting her get away with that as I straddled her lap and her smile instantly appears.
"I do not feel that way, ever, my love and I have never felt that way. Not one time. So don't you dare. Don't you dare say that because I have seen you bust your ass for this family since we got out. Since before then. You forget what you do and what you did all these years. I know you feel like you are going backwards because of this, and I know you want to work five days, and I know you don't want to collect disability, I know that because it's hard for you to accept that." I gently stroke her cheek as her eyes continue to look into mine tearing some.
"This doesn't make you not strong. You following it does. I know you wanna bring in the money you were but your health will allow us to be together forever. I can't loose you, and I'd work ten jobs to support us if it meant preventing you from n another stroke or heart attack. I'd show a fucking leg." I joke as she busts out laughing at me.
"What?"
"You heard me. I'd get on that pole if I had to."
"Ohhhhh no way Mama!! Not any wife of mine is working at some fucking strip club. The only person seeing them legs and what's between them is me." She flirts cupping my cheek as I grab her hand kissing it.
"You know it. But, I'd do anything. Besides being home with Amelia and Andrew and the new baby coming in a few months, the kids love being with you and Olivia is relieved not to have to put Amelia in day care. I think it brings you calmness. Unless i'm wrong."
"NO, it does. It does. I love being with all of them, it reminds me of, when our babies were little and some of the things I missed. I do love it."
"I know you do, and you will have time to work more maybe later. But for now don't feel bad. We have come along way financially and we are still better of then we were when we first got out."
"Yeah. I know. I just hate how I have this. I mean how lucky I am to have inherited this from my father."
"There are worse things to inherit." She nods as I kiss the tip of her nose pressing my forehead on hers. " I love you Stefanie Marie. And we will make this work, like always. We will figure out the finances. And I know yo hate cutting back but we can. I twill be ok." I whisper to her and can see she has closed her eyes for a bit. "I got you baby and sometimes it's ok to let go and let me take over. Ok Miss Lion." I joke as I her her laugh a bit.
"I can still take over in the bedroom."
"Mm, I won't deny that." I flirt feeling her hands run up my thighs. "You know sex is good therapy too. Releases alot of tension baby, and I don't mind releasing some of that tension you have stored up in your body babylove." Kissing all over her neck I hear her moan rather loudly as she squeezes my ass.
"Mm is that so?" She pulls away a bit looking into my eyes and biting her bottom lip for I know that look on her face as I remove my top as I feel her hands all over my naked back and she removes her tank top lifting me up on the table as we passionately kiss each other and she slides my pants down fingers my pussy. "I love you soo damm much. SO fucking much Lena."
"I love you too. I wanna feel you. I wanna feel you all over me." I beg as she grins at me and for the next hour we make the most passionate love then we have in weeks as I moan her name over and over.
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STEF POV
"After all these years you are just so hot." Lena smiles as she rests on top of me and I softly peck her lips.
"Look who is talking sexy." I wink as she grins at me looking towards the clock on my nightstand. "I know Baby Stef will be home soon."
"She will. So we better wrap this up huh?" Her voice is still horny as my fingers trail down her naked body and she kisses all over mine making me crave more and more of her. "I want you."
"Mm I know you do. Trust me I want you twenty four seven babylove." I wink at her as she grins at me tracing my lips with her pointer finger." And believe me I want to fuck you all damm ass day." Flipping her over I slide down her body and open her legs once again as we hear the doorbell ring. But I ignored it licking her pussy up and down as she runs her fingers through my hair and we hear the door again.
"God, can't I ever fuck my wife without getting interrupted." I say as Lena laughs.
"We should answer baby. What if it's one of the kids?"
"And?" I roll my eyes as we hear the door again. "Fuck." Laughing Lena throws her clothes on as I quickly throw my own tanks and sweets on heading to the door hearing the bell again. "Hold the fuck up!" I yell and opening it I see Tracey who looks rather upset. "Love hey."
"Mom's I'm sorry to bother you..I...
"No, what's up babe? What's wrong?" I say ushering her in for it wasn't like her to show up like this. At all.
"Is Mama Lion here?"
"Yeah." I say as Lena walks towards us as I feel my stomach begin to turn from pure nerves knowing it is something about Callie. "What's wrong? What happened with Callie?"
"She's pregnant."
"What?" Lena says as I just about feel my stomach drop as I shake my head for I am not surprised, I am not but it doesn't stop me from being sick ot my stomach. "I mean, she told you?"
"Yeah. She showed up last night with some guy that I kicked out. She was high and stoned and she was talking crazyness again. Saying that she doesn't want you to know because ya'll steal her baby like you stole Baby Stef and Andrew."
"I knew that shit. I knew she fucking felt that way!" I say as I feel Lena grab my hand.
"Stef, she's not in her right mind. She's not baby."
"Yeah well I doubt this baby is Pete's. She has no fucking clue whose it is since she she's fucking the entire west coast! And I don't know how we are gonna get her to a doctor much less...get to her period." I take a seat at the kitchen table unable to breath as I rub my forehead for Callie is going to be the fucking death of me.
"Mom I can try to get her to one. She still trusts me." Tracey says taking a seat beside me as she grabs my hand and I glance up seeing Lena pass me some water.
"No, that's too much of a burden on you. This entire thing is Tracey. You aren't responsible for her. We are Trac, and you worked too hard to get to where you are. Callie's issues are beyond this. Beyond the scope of what we can deal with."
"But, you roomed me with her for a reason back in Chow."
"Honey, Callie isn't that girl anymore." Lena says as she takes a seat at the table with us. "She, she isn't. And as her parents we have to, like I told you find a way to help her."
"But we can all help her. I mean, I can take her to the clinic to make sure she is even pregnant. She will let me. And, I can tell you guys. Ma, I can." She looks into my eyes as I squeeze her hand looking at the girl I trusted for the last fifteen years. Glancing over at Lena I wasn't sure what choice we had right now besides another intervention which had went very badly. I was tough, I was but in terms of this I was not for this situation was Callie was nearly killing me.
"Lena?" I say as my wife looks at me nodding her head for she knows I can't think fully right now.
"Tracey, Mom and I are going to organize another intervention for Callie. And we are going to try to get her into treatment. But, she is not you responsibility. You have to focus on you and Nathan. I will try to get her."
"Are you sure? She said she didn't want either of you to know."
"We know. But we will figure it out."
"Trac, I don't want this jeopardize you and Nathan or your own progress sweetheart. I know Callie is your sister, and friend but she's our daughter and it's up to us to figure out what to do. It's not that I don't think you can, it's more I don't want you to my love. I can't, I can't have you relapsing. Ok? I don't think I could handle it." I confess as she nods her head at me. "But um, thanks for telling us baby. Thank you."
"Of course."
"And you are coming to the party right?"
"Yeah. Of course Mom." She says as I squeeze her hand. But as she hugs us both goodbye and we wave her off I feel Lena grab my hand as we stand at the front door seeing Baby Stef get off the school bus.
"I don't know how much I can take Lena. I don't know how much more my granddaughter can take. But, I love Callie, and I will never give up on her and I'd give my life to have her well. But, I can't let her destroy our babies life. Or this new babies life or Andrews. I know we have enough expenses, but there is no way if Callie is not well, or refuses to get well that I will let this new baby end up in foster care, if she's pregnant and refuses help." I say looking Lena right in the eyes as she nods her head.
"I know that. But, if she is not well, if she refuses to get well, its going to get very ugly Stef, and that kind of stress is not good for you. Baby you...
"Then it will have to get ugly, Lena. Because those grandchildren are my life and I will do whatever the fuck I need to do to make sure they are ok." I say seeing Baby Stef running up the walkway smiling wide as I feel Lena squeeze my hand.
"Yaya you're home! Can we go driving!!"
"You bet babe!" I smile hugging her as I glance at Lena who looks more worried then anything.