Hey Im back with sequel ! Just give it time - i promise it will pick up! Thanks for the amazing reviews for the last story!ILY YOU ALL! this takes place 5 years after last one finsihed!

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Here it goes:

Courtney Draper was running late, her mother had always taught her that first impressions count forever, no matter how well you get to know a person, your first meeting will always be in her mind. This didn't help her current situation, her Mother and her had been estranged since she went off to college. Throughout her teenage years they had fought constantly, Courtney had said it was because she was married to her business, leaving more time for her magazine that she was Editor in Chief of than her family, well it was hardly a family, Courtney was an only child and her Dad run off with the Nanny when she was just 6. Leaving her and her Mom, she knew that her mother fought depression and alcoholism, this didn't help Courtney's upbringing especially when her mother loved her job more than she loved her.

By the time that Courtney got to UCLA deciding to not be like all the other Barbie's in Los Angeles and marry rich, but major in Law. However her rocky relationship with her mother was mended a year ago when her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, and Courtney took over the family business. Of course she messed up and needed her personal assistant to get her through everything, and absolutely everything, she still tried her hardest but on days like this when she had to stop by her boyfriends house on the way to the office to pick up her blackberry and then get caught in the mandatory LA traffic were the worst. She unlike her Mother, did not know the first thing about fashion and running a fashion magazine, and she knew that there were talented and more qualified people in her office that would of killed for her job, but a her promise to her Mom she had to stick it out for 5 years.

"Hey Grace, Look I am running late" she then closed her eyes and took a long drag of her cigarette, while she blocked out the Creative Directors moans this early in the morning,

"I know that we have the big meet with the her today, and I promise that I will be there, look the dam models plane is only just landing in LAX for Christ's sake, I will get there before she does trust me" She was just passing what looked like to be an accident when the speed started to pick up again,

"The reason I am so late was because we went to Les Deux, doing just what was asked, to get my face recognised, and I left my blackberry at Ryan's before we went out so I had to go and pick it up from the concierge and there was traffic getting there and traffic getting to the office" She stopped again and closed her eyes, blinking out the sun light and the shrill voice of her older more experienced co worker.

"For the last time I am taking this job seriously, but I am only 23, I have a life you know and it is possible to have both - even though my Mother never knew that. Look I am only a half hour away from the office now, the model won't be there on time anyway, she's a model, is she on time for anything?" She put the phone down in anger and took another drag of her cigarette. She cursed her ring tone after a minute of silence when her incessant phone began to ring again, she looked at the picture flashing at the screen, pleased to see that it wasn't her assistant but her boyfriend instead.

"Hey Baby" she purred seductively into the phone, "Miss me this morning?" She grinned at his response and lit up another cigarette.

"Yes I did, I hate waking up alone, Its not for too much longer, as soon as she gets a little bit closer to you to understand how important you are to me, she can find out who you really are and we can stop hiding around,"

"Well only if you promise? I absolutely hate it when she isn't at someone else's house, it means I can't stay over. Are you late for work as well, I didn't realise we would be out so late last night, or that we would drink that much"

"I did try and stop you but you were too drunk to take any notice, and I quite enjoyed the way you were dancing so I wasn't complaining, I am just on my way to the office now, I was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight, all 3 of us?"

"Ryan, I have a hangover the last thing I want is to spend another night at Chuck E Cheese while your kid spends the whole time telling me about her last dance class and her perfect Aunt Summer - no offence"

"I just thought that you might like the chance to get to know her, but if its too much for you then don't bother, I was going to ask if you might want to stay over after, clothing optional, but if you don't want to go to Chuck E Cheese then I suppose we can give it a miss" She smiled happily into the phone,

"Well I suppose, when your twisting my arm as much as that then we could come to some arrangement, I will be at your apartment by 8"

"Make it 7 and we can be home a lot earlier"

"7 it is, love you bye" , when she finished her cigarette and had a quick sing along to the radio she was finally at the Gabbandio Publications building central LA, taking an elevator to the 17th floor which had an amazing view over LA. It wasn't the normal magazine building considering that it was based in Los Angeles and not in Manhattan but you couldn't fight with the numbers, it was greatly loved and had a loyal fan base issue in issue out.

As soon as the elevator chimed and she began the walk to her private office, she was met with a magnitude of questions, 'Which colour should this skirt be in for the August shoot','Which font', 'Did I see you in Les Deux last night, and who were you practically sucking the face of off?"

"Where the hell were you Courtney, we are behind schedule, she is already here! And this is bad really bad, you already insist on doing the interview yourself! Your Mother never did things this way"

"Just shut up Grace, I have a headache" Courtney barked at the older women whilst she had a smug look on her face.

"Someone party hard last night did we? just brush your hair, get some gum and go interview the famous Marissa Cooper before she gives her exclusive story to InStyle.We need the publicity Courtney, if you fail this then you failing your Mom" The botoxed women swaggered away awhile Courtney was trying to think about all of the prep she had done on Marissa Cooper.

All she could remember was the girl was from Orange County, started modelling when she was 18, gave a child up for adoption and has been the latest 'It' girl since Paris Hilton. She was the new Kate Moss without the drug scandal and was engaged to the hot actor from that film Ryan took her to see last week, not that they had been watching it. She knocked tentatively on the door , wondering why she was knocking on her own office door, what was it about famous people that made her so nervous.

"Hi, I am so sorry I am late, LA traffic is such a bitch" Courtney hoped that this model had a heart and wasn't up her own.

"Don't worry about I am sure its not as bad as New Yorks. I am early anyway I flew in last night instead of this morning, my boyfriend was headed out in this direction so I thought I would travel too" She gave her a polite smile and Courtney took a seat at her desk

"Ok then Miss Cooper, I want to thank you for coming out to California for the interview, I know that you usually base from New York so this is a big honour. I thought that we could maybe do some questions here, and then move on to lunch on Robertson's and then take you over to you photo shoot." Marissa nodded for her to go on and Courtney looked down into her Louis Vuitton Notebook where she had previously scribbled in some notes.

"Well I guess I should congratulate you on two things then, first of getting Chanel for the 2nd season in a row and your engagement." Marissa smiled proudly and looked down at her ring, she knew that he wasn't what she thought of marrying, and maybe there was still someone she loved but she wasn't going to let her past get in the way of her future. Especially when she new there was no way of ever getting it back.

"Thanks, for both"

"Your ring is gorgeous, I must say, clever you marrying a man with such good taste" both of the girls shared a giggle, "and money, I think it always matter what size the bank account it" Courtney said as she scribbled down in her book. Marissa took a deep breath, it must look like that, like she was marrying for money, when she wasn't, she just needed someone to love her, and she knew she was settling for second best.

"So have you got a boyfriend?, I hope you don't mind, its just I have to ask questions otherwise I feel like I'm being interrogated."

"No worries, It will just be like a girly chat, yes we have been together a few months."

"Don't you just love it when relationships are new and exciting,?"

"I really do, I know its so early to tell but I love him, he is so caring and we are doing so well, but its still early days yet, Do you still get that with Jake?" Courtney blushed with excitement as she took more notes on the gorgeous famous women sitting opposite her.

"Erm yeah I suppose, I remember when I was a teenager though, I thought I was in love at 16, now it's a little different" They both smiled at being so adolescent.

After a little bit longer they both decided that they were hungry enough for lunch, the decided on a quiet cafИ near Kitson and they took their seats outside in the LA sun only being bothered by a paparazzo once but they finally went away after they Marissa sat with their back to them.

"So what first got you into modelling" Courtney asked as she tucked into her chicken salad.

"Erm, I don't know, at the time I was really quite young , I had just came out of a major stressful time in my life, and it was difficult, I was torn, and I got a call from Ford in New York saying that they had seen me do some shoots and they wanted me to fly out, I discussed it with my then boyfriend which ended in an argument, we had been rocky for a few months and it was the straw that broke the camels back, he told me that he no longer wanted to see me and so I packed my bags and I went to stay with my Dad's sister out in New York, I stayed with her for a little while, then within a few months people started to know my name, want to know my name, I was getting more and more and more phone calls about model castings and shoots and everything, then after fashion week I apparently turned into the next 'big thing' "I just think it happened being in the time and place, I am not anything special at all. "She put her knife and fork together on the plate and took a sip from her margherita.

"Is it being too nosy to ask why you were fighting with your boyfriend? I mean we are the first magazine to ever have the exclusive of before you were famous."

"We were just not as right for each other as we thought we were."

"Is he anything to do with the child you put up for adoption at such a young age?" Adoption, the lie that she told to keep the identity of her baby hidden, to keep her out of harms way. At least she did at least one thing right as a mother.

"If you don't mind, I would rather keep that part of my life separate, I was ever so young and that choice I made then was right for me at the time, I would just rather not have the whole world know my business." Marissa absorbed some more sun whilst she waited for the next question.

"No of course, Don't you just love Robertson?"

"Yeh its great, I hardly ever come out to LA, there isn't any need, not now I'm an east coaster." Well that wasn't the reason exactly, she never came out here because she knew it was where Ryan lived, and where he lived with their child she gave up, not a day goes past when she doesn't think about them, Ryan and her little girl ,granted she wasn't ready to be mother at the time, and fighting the depression made it so much harder, Ford gave her a way out, which meant leaving before her child could hate her, he would be a much better parent then she ever could, but if she could change one thing in her life it would be the choice that she never left, never became famous, and never gave up Ryan, and Ottilie of course.

"So are you out tonight? Hitting the famous LA clubs?" Courtney asked her as Marissa snapped out of her day dream.

"Huh" Marissa asked dazed

"Are you going out tonight?" Courtney asked slower and added a laugh on the end

"Erm, yeah I am meant to be going to the opening of the LA Bungalow 8." Marissa said distractedly. Courtney's eyes opened quickly and then she put her head in her hands

"Crap!!"

"Excuse me?"

"No, not you, erm, I am actually supposed to be going to that but I made plans to go out with my boyfriend, I am meant to show my face at these sorts of things for the magazine" Marissa looked at the young blonde girl interviewing her. Marissa hated to use her celebrity status to get her places, and that was one of the many things she hated about Jake, the fact that he would. But as she looked at Courtney she looked like the kind of girl who thought she was bigger than she was. Living in LA doesn't make you a superstar.

"O right"

"Well I guess I could call him now and re-arrange, I absolutely love Bungalow in New York, no way am I not going to the LA opening." Marissa eyed her strangely as she clicked her fingers for the waiter and asked for the bill.

"Excuse me I won't be a minute" She got out her blackberry and dialled Ryan's number, Marissa not wanting to intrude on the phone call excused herself and found the bathroom, when she got there she looked in the mirror. She always hated her reflection, gaunt and skinny, tired, and unhappy - that was her main one, when she was with Ryan, she never looked as unhappy as she does now.

A few hours later, Summer had let herself and Ottilie into Ryan's penthouse apartment with her spare key. Ottilie ran out to her bedroom while Summer unloaded some of the shopping that Ryan had asked her to pick up that day. He hadn't done bad for himself considering that he had so much to cope with at such a young age, he somehow managed and went on to be one of the junior directors and one of the best architects that LA had to offer. Of course it was hard, he ended up taking extra classes at school so he could finish a year early, he also cut out all of his other courses and only took Architecture, by the time Ottilie was 3 and a half he started working full time, raising Ottilie the best he could with the help of Kirsten, and Summer, and a Nanny when neither of them could make it.

A few minutes of Summer braiding Ottilie's blonde loosely curled hair, Ryan walked in the door after a tiring day at work. Immediately Ottilie jumped up from the floor and ran straight over to her Dad.

"Daddy!!" He picked her up and kissed her cheek as he usually does .

"Hey Princess, have you been good for Auntie Summer?" Ottilie nodded angelically,

"Look at my nails, and Auntie Sum let me get a pedicure too, just because my Dance teacher said that I was really good today! I even managed to do a proper twirl without getting dizzy!!" He smiled enthusiastically at his excited daughter, she was his whole world, and even when he had a terrible day or he thought he couldn't handle anymore, one smile from his daughter and he would forget there was even a problem. She was also, the last thing that could keep him connected to Marissa, and he loved her so much it hurt.

"That is true - only girl in the class who could do it," Summer said butting into the conversation, it made her choke up thinking how could Ryan was as a father, and balancing his life, when Marissa was out there living a celebrity lifestyle and missing out on her daughter.

"The groceries are in the refrigerator, Otty why don't you go and get changed into the clothes we left out on your bed, if Daddy is taking you out tonight, you don't want to wear your Juicy now do you?" Ottilie shook her head and began to skip back to her bedroom all you could see was her blonde hair bouncing as she did, and swishing all over her 'I'm a Juicy Girl' baby pink sweat top.

"Thanks for this afternoon Summer, you're a star"

"O its no problem I enjoy my days off with her - her ballet classes are the reason I don't work on Wednesdays, but I have something to tell you". Ryan walked over to the fridge and offered her a bottle of water and lent up against the side of the unit.

"Is there a problem? Something wrong with Seth? The baby?" Ryan asked worriedly and the last part quietly.

"No, no, well there is a problem but not with Seth? And sssssh I still didn't tell her today its too soon" Summer said as she kept her hands on her toned stomach, she didn't quite know how to tell him, he had worked so hard to try and forget about her and here she was bringing up the girl they all fight so hard to not talk about

"Well then what is it? Come on your like my sister you can tell my anything" it was true, her and Ryan were so close nowadays, he was one of their best friends, and he was always there for her and Seth.

"I know that this is hard for you Ryan, but for a while now, Ottilie has been asking a lot of questions about her" Ryan just carried on staring at the water bottle he was holding

"Well it was only a matter of time before she started creeping up again"

"Look I have been saying to her, why don't you just ask your Daddy, but she says she doesn't want to make you mad. I just thought I should let you know, en case you want to talk to her about it, have a nice night tonight" Summer picked up her made her way to the door

"Bye and thanks Summer, take care of my brother for me, and baby Cohen" he whispered,

"O I always do■ she smiled and shut the door being.

"Daddy do I look pretty?" Ottilie said spinning round in her skirt, in the kitchen. She had the biggest smile on her face, she always managed to brighten up Ryan's life.

"Sure thing Otty" Ryan said as he swooped down to her level to pick her up. He hugged her close as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Daddy"

"What is it pumpkin" Ryan asked as he walked into the lounge area and sat with her on his lap. She leaned into his side, still holding him close.

"Is your special friend Courtney coming with us tonight?"

"Erm, yeah she is sweetie is that going to be a problem?" He hoped that Ottilie would say no, and he hoped that Courtney would be a another good female figure in her life, better than Marissa could have been. They had been seeing each other for about 6 months, Courtney was never too keen on being in Ottilie's life, but when she had started making an effort it had made him see her in a whole new light, but just because she was making an effort didn't mean the Ottilie had to like her.

"Daddy, do you love Courtney?" Ryan shut his eyes and sighed, he didn't know if he was ready for that talk with his daughter,

"Well maybe a little, but I love you more ok, if that is what your worried about"

"I'm not worried," Ottilie said trying to sound brave.

"Ok well, would it be a problem if Courtney started to hang around here more? what if she took you shopping a few times would you like that?" Ryan looked at his daughter, trying to illicit some response.

"But Auntie Sum always takes me shopping? Why would Courtney need to do that?" Ottilie said in a 'duh' tone.

"Umm, because Courtney knows that you are important to me, and she would like to get to know you better, that's if you want to"

"Well I guess, but you know she doesn't even like the colour pink" Ryan smiled at his daughters simple logic.

"How do you know that she doesn't like pink?"

"Well everyone who likes pink where's pink duh, and I have never seen her wear pink" Ottilie looked up at her father and rolled her eyes

"Well you might want to ask her about it later then sweet pea."

"Just so you know Daddy, I am busy Wednesdays because Aunt Summer takes me out Wednesdays."

"I know my darling"

"Yeah but Courtney doesn't, so tell her I am not free Wednesdays and she can take me out another day" Ottilie said with a simple tone to her voice,

"I will tell her that sweetie, now why don't you go and play in your bedroom for a little while, Daddy just has some paperwork to sort out" He kissed the top of her head and she ran off to her bedroom singing along happily.

It was 8:30 at night and Ryan had just driven all the way home from LA, they had both decided that it might be best if they not move out there straight away, taking them out of their environment, but instead commute. Well Ryan had to commute, while Marissa still lived at home with Julie, they had had many arguments, and Marissa realised that she didn't want her baby to grow up in a place where their Mom and Dad argued constantly, she had lived it and it had made her overdose. Ryan drove up to LA early in the morning and took a full day of classes then he would come home at night and spend hours with his daughter, mainly to give Marissa a break. He knew that she was depressed. He knew that she had been prescribed pills but refused to take them, he knew that al of this was much harder than Marissa had ever imagined. He pulled up tentatively at the mansion doors walking quickly to the front doors, it was now November and she had been home for 1 month, and it amazed him how she was so healthy after being born so early, and it also amazed him how much love he could feel for such a tiny person. Ryan hoped that Marissa would already be asleep by the time he got there, him not needing to get in to yet another argument, although he wished that she was awake so he could apologise yet again and ask her again to move into his empty Los Angeles apartment.

Once he got there he knocked on the door again, still as excited as when he first did. Everyone in the Cooper Roberts house was slow to open the door, it was times like this when he thought they may as well leave the door open so he could just let himself in. When Mima got to the door she said something in Spanish which Ryan pretended to understand and walked on through to the kitchen to see if anyone was around. He saw Julie crying into Neal's shoulder and thought it maybe wasn't a great time to go and interrupt, so instead he walked up the marble stair case taking two steps at a time to get to his baby quicker. At two months old she had Ryan wrapped around her finger - if that was even possibly, Ryan would give her anything and everything in this world to make her happy. He could hear the quiet cries of his daughter as he got nearer the room and silently cursed Marissa for letting her cry. He knocked on the door and pushed it open, expecting to see Marissa with her eye mask over her eyes trying to block out the noise, instead all he saw was the dark room, cluttered with everything for the baby of course and an un-made bed.

"Hey my darling, don't cry now, Daddy's here" he picked Ottilie out of her crib and held her closely so she could listen to his heartbeat. The nurses had told him that is was a natural sotthing technique was to hold the baby closely so they can hear their parents heartbeat. The baby immediately stopped crying, and he smiled proudly knowing that he was the reason for that. He then shifted her into a carry position , so he could take a walk around to see if he could find Marissa.

"Hello Ryan" The gruf voice of Neal Roberts startled Ryan a little but nevertheless he walked forward and shook his hand.

"Look why don't you come downstairs for a while?" Ryan raised his eyebrows sceptically, Dr Roberts had never hated him, he was just protective of his step daughter, which Ryan didn't think as unfair, in fact he now respects all the fathers of the girls he has dated in a different light since being one himself. Ryan followed the man back through the mansion, with his daughter in his arms. He then followed him into the kitchen where Julie was seated dabbing at her eyes, however as soon as they made eye contact she broke down again.

"Julie, is everything ok?" Ryan asked the elder women, they had never had the best relationship, but she was still Marissa's mom and Ottilie's grandmother. The redhead shook her head, and Kaitiln came in to hug her mother.

"I think there is something that you should know Ryan" Julie swallowed thickly and rubbed her face, not knowing how what she was about to say to put it into words.

"Today we went into Marissa's room because Ottilie was crying and she wasn't there" the first thought that Ryan could think when Julie said, has she hurt herself?

"We found 3 letters Ryan, one for us, one for you and the other for Ottilie for when she is older. She's left Ryan, and form what it says here, I don't think she is coming back' Ryan's whole face paled, he felt sick, Marissa had just gone, that was it, she had walked out on him and their daughter. Ryan's face was still and composed, even though inside his heart was breaking, his baby would never have a Mom, he would never have her back, she didn't want them anymore. That night he packed up all of Ottilie's things and she then moved into the Cohen's with Ryan, then a while later they both moved out to LA, never once thinking of Marissa, after all she never thought of them.

He walked into his study, and went to the back of his draw, trying to find that envelope with his name written in pink pen, he came across 2 of them in his box with all of Marissa's things. He sometimes read his letter whenever he thought about her, to remind himself about how much she doesn't care. He unfolded the torn paper, as promised he had never read Ottilie's one, she was her mother and that is her wish, for her to never read it until she wants to get to know her, like that will ever happen.