15 years later
Summary: This is 15 years later into Brian and Justin's lives.
Chapter 1
Justin's POV
To say things have been crazy is an understatement. Ever since the triplets learned to crawl, it had started getting crazy. They would get into everything and make messes. Not to mention they would get sick a lot, especially Brian Jr. Brian and I found out Brian Jr. had all the allergies I had.
15 years later, and things had gotten crazier. Brian Jr. who we now call BJ for short had been more quiet and every time we would try to talk to him he would either give us short answers, would look like he's about to cry, or start yelling then run off to his room and slam his door. We have tried talking to him after he would run off but he wouldn't say anything. He was once close to me and Brian and now he won't talk to us about anything. But tonight, things are going to change. We are going to force him to talk to us. It's the only thing we could think of.
8pm
Brian and I go into BJ's room. He's on the phone and he's smiling but he stops smiling when he sees us. "Gotta go, parents here. Bye," I hear him say and he quickly hangs up.
"We need to talk to you." I tell him.
"About what?" He asks as he starts reading some magazine he picks up from his bedside table.
"Well," I tell him as I go over to the bed and sit on the edge near him. Brian does the same. "We're worried about you. There's nothing going on at school is there?"
"No." He says as he continues to read the magazine.
"Then what's wrong. There's something going on and we want to know what it is." Brian tells him.
"There's nothing wrong."
"Then why do you look like you're going to cry every time we try to talk to you? Or you run away to your room and slam the door. You started doing that when you were 13 but it's gotten worse over the past month." Brian tells him. I can tell Brian is get frustrated but I know how hard he's trying to keep calm. I can also tell BJ is getting frustrated and upset.
"You want to know what's going on with me?" He yells. His voice breaks and I can tell he's holding back tears. "Then I'll show you!" He gets up and goes over to his desk and opens one of the drawers and pulls something out. He comes back over to us and I can see he's holding a folder. He hands it to us then goes back to his desk and sits down in the chair, facing us. He puts his head down and looks at the floor.
I open the folder and I can't believe what I'm seeing. These are ultra-sounds. I look at the top left corner and see his name at the top and the date. It's dated a month ago. I can't believe this. "You're pregnant?" Brian asks. He sounds…upset? I'm not sure.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. I kept meaning to tell you but I was scared. I'm still scared. I'm scared you'll send me away. I don't want to be sent away. I'll do anything. I'll get a job, I'll help around the house, anything. Just please don't send me away!" He was crying his eyes out. I went over to him and hugged him.
"It's okay. It'll be okay. Where'd you get the idea we would send you away?" I asked him, pulling back so I could see his face. He still wasn't looking up so I took my hand and tilted his chin up so he would look at me.
"I was scared about what would happen. So I went on the internet and searched what parents do when they find out their teenager is pregnant. I was scared about being kicked out or sent away and I tried to tell you I did but I was just too scared." I hugged him again and I felt an arm come around my shoulders and I knew Brian must have gotten over his shock by now.
"We'll support you no matter what your decision is." Brian said. After we stopped hugging he told us,
"I'm keeping the baby."
"Who's the other father?" Brian asked.
"Sebastian." BJ answered. Sebastian is BJ's good friend and boyfriend. They met when they were 3 and hung out together ever since. Sebastian is so sweet to us. He is quite tan and muscular. He is 17 and on the football team. He has an Italian accent. BJ is so happy when they're together.
Brian and I found out they were dating when BJ was 14 and they had been dating a week when he told us. I always knew, or rather hoped, they would be together.
9pm
Brian and I talked to BJ without arguing or yelling or tears or anything. It was serious but in the end we figured everything out that we could. We would tell the girls in the morning what was going on. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday.
A/N: I know I shouldn't post this sequel before I finish the story but this has been in my head for awhile and I would like to write it and post it. 5 comments before posting the next chapter.