Disclaimer: no, i dont own jack, sarah, or les. heck, i dont even own new york! i dont own santa fe either... geeze! what do i own!
Rated: M-becuase of slash (not yet, but coming), language, and you know...the basics.
Baby Alex
Chapter One
"What!" Jack screamed at Sarah, he couldn't believe his ears.
"I'm pregnant Jack," Sarah responded in a soft, fragile voice.
"We were so careful…" Jack whined.
"It's not yours," Sarah meekly stated.
"WHAT!" Jack yelled.
"I'm sorry!" Sarah started to cry.
"Get out of this house! Now!" Jack ordered.
"Please Jack! Just 8 more months and…" Sarah stopped mid-sentence and sobbed.
"I'm not going to wait some damn eight months just to watch a stupid whore of a girlfriend give birth to some kid that's not mine," Jack fumed.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry," Sarah pleaded.
"Go. Now," Jack pointed to the door.
Sarah ran out the door, sobbing as she went. She had no where to go but home. She wasn't even sure which way home was. She just stood on the stoop. Suddenly, the door swung open and Jack appeared. Sarah got her hopes up that he was back to take her in again.
"Sarah," Jack started.
"Yes Jack?" Her heart leapt.
"Who's the dad?"
"What?" Her whole body seemed to sink into the ground.
"You heard me, who's the fuckin' father!"
So she told him.
The next thing Sarah knew she was on the train back to New York. Her and Jack moved to Santa Fe back when they were set on marrying each other, which was a month ago. Then Sarah realized she was pregnant and she knew exactly who the father was. That father was not Jack. She knew it would get him mad, but she had to tell him. She didn't think it would be this bad, where she was heading back to New York. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep, thinking about the baby that was growing in her stomach. Maybe it was sleeping too.
Jack couldn't believe it. His own Sarah, gone off and gotten pregnant. He couldn't believe it! He called Davey to tell him Sarah was coming home. Davey of course was asking all sorts of questions and his mouth was going a mile-a-minute, but Jack hung up the phone and went to sit on the couch. He buried his face in his hands. He thought Sarah and he had a thing going on, that they were a couple that would be together always. Apparently not. Jack let out a long sigh and went out the door. It was dark and warm outside, the perfect weather to go out walking in. Jack walked down the steps and around the neighborhood. The stars were out and shining on the Earth like nothing was wrong. The moon even was out shining it white glowing light on the village. The cactus cast shadows across the barren dirt that surrounded the adobe style homes. Suddenly a girl appeared in his path.
"Hey," The girl greeted. She looked around Jack's age and single.
"Hey, what are you doing out walking at this time of night?" Jack wondered.
"I don't know, I was going to ask you the same," She smiled. That smile made Jack swoon.
"Hey, um…" Jack started, but the girl didn't let him finish.
"You look troubled," She looked at him skeptically.
"Yeah, well my girlfriend just got pregnant with another guy," Jack had no idea why he just told her that.
"Wow, harsh."
"We were close."
"Mmm, too bad."
"Do you know how pretty your eyes look under this lamp-post?"
"Do you know how hot I would look like making-out with you under this lamp-post?"
"I take it your single."
"Let's go to my place….what's your name?"
"Jack, you?"
"Amy."
That was the official end of Sarah and the beginning of Amy.
"Hi mom!" Sarah chirped as she entered the Jacob's household.
"What the hell are you home for!" Les screamed from under the dining room table.
"Les, what are you doing under the table? Something naughty I would guess. Get up and go wash your mouth out with soap. You know mom doesn't tolerate bad-mouthing. I swear I am going to kill Davey…him and his friends are bad influences towards you!"
"I don wanna. You ain't da boss o me!"
"Go on Les, and use proper English when talking to a proper lady Les!" Sarah thought about this, she was anything but proper considering what she did to Jack.
Les scuttled to the bathroom. A minute later you could hear moans and groans coming from the bathroom and echoing out into the hall.
"Les honey? You alright?" Their mother called as she emerged from her bedroom, when she saw Sarah she stopped. "Oh, hi honey. Can you go see what's wrong with Les?"
"Ih jush tyne nonna," Les replied, with the bar of soap still in his mouth.
"He said a bad word. I told him to go wash his mouth out, but he said no and used improper English around me," Sarah tattled.
"Oh, right. Hey, where's that Jack of yours?" Her mother noticed.
"Oh, um…unpacking in my room," Sarah lied.
"Oh, okay dear. Davey is in the kitchen cooking pasta for dinner. Why don't you go say hi?" Her mother informed.
"Kah Ih goah noah?" Les whined.
"Sure Les," Sarah sighed.
Their mom went back into the bedroom as Sarah made her way towards the kitchen. When she came right outside the door she saw a picture of her and Jack in the hallway by the bedrooms. She went over to it, studying it. It was the one that she sent her family when they first moved into Santa Fe. Jack was carrying Sarah in front of their house. In the background you could see the rows and rows of cactus, barren dirt, and tumbleweeds. Even a little prairie dog was in the background, sniffing around. In the house next door she could see old Mrs. Riggerson staring out the window, her beady eyes soaking in the appearance of the new neighbors. She was the old gossip lady who knew everything about everyone. By tomorrow the news of her and Jack's break-up would be all over town. Sarah frowned and torn down the picture in its frame. Sarah threw it away in the trash. That relationship was old news.
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