DISCLAIMER: Everything's been derived from a "little" show we all love, called "The OC". The premise of what's written below was concocted by my imagination, so if anything down below is the same (names etc. etc.), it was unintended and purely coincidental. If you have a problem, just tell me and I'd be glad to oblige…I'm a loving pacifist, I can't help it :-). Hmmm…what else is there to say? Oh yeah. I own nothing. I love pink jelly beans. Mmmmm. Go Northwestern Wildcats!?

Author's Note to Readers/Reviewers: First and foremost, thank you for all the reviews, as long as just one of you keeps on reading, I will always update/write more to this story. It really feels cool to know that people took the time out in their day to read your stuff…and then to have them actually like it…TIMES TEN to the cool feeling. Alright, 'nuff with the mushyness, keep on doing what you guys do best…

Author's Note on the Story: Originally, this was going to be Chapter 5, but I decided to bump the chapter up because I was happy with the chapter. Also I figured I'd put in more of an action-driven chapter since you guys got a lot of emotionally-driven stuff the past three chapters, tell me what you think. Please read and review. Thanks and cheerio.

Extra Stuff: I heart visuals, so on geocities, I've uploaded a picture that compares what I think the resurrected Seth Cohen would look like, in comparison of course to the original Seth Cohen. I wanted the character to look A LOT like Seth Cohen, with only a smidge of variation and this is what I envisioned. Do you guys have any suggestions as to any other pictures that you'd think Seth would look like? Type in GEOCITIES.C0M and then type the forward slash "/" and after, type in "theseventhseal86" (I had trouble writing www stuff on html format, somehow you can't, so I had to write it like above)

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Chapter 4 – Their baby

The weather was atypical for California. It was an extremely gray October day, a bit like one of those days when one would look up and wonder when the rain would come out, and the rain would tease you with sprinkles and then stop.

The little boy who wore tiny red converses with his school uniform, stood in front of the school, patiently waiting for his mom and aunt to pick him up.

At about 6 years old, Adam was more precocious than any of his other classmates. He was a shy boy, but he was also the one behind all the mischief.

He was a spitting image of his father. He had dark, semi-curly hair that would also frizz out with a bad A/C and with the dimples he had, he could charm his way with anything.

While he was waiting, he saw his classmates leave with their nannies. Not a single one wanted to greet him "hello".

You could see that there was a bit of sadness in Adam's eyes, especially when Audrey passed by.

In preschool, the timid boy had declared his intentions of marrying Audrey out loud in the middle of class randomly one day. The class laughed and Audrey turned ten shades of red. She never forgave him for that day.

Adam shook his head and made another joke. The little boy's humor was what kept him okay. He told the joke to the little four-year-old girl with pigtails right next to him. She laughed and laughed. Anything Adam did was funny to Jamie.

He started to show Jamie a magic trick with a little red ball. "Now Jamie, close your eyes and I'm gonna make the ball disappear," Adam requested. He was a horrible magician.

"Okay!" the little girl enthusiastically replied, giggling. She then closed and covered her eyes. Adam threw the red ball across the bushes.

"Okay, open them," the little boy said with a laugh. He tried to contain himself.

"Wow!" the little girl said. Of course, she was four and would be fascinated with a plastic fork if it came across her.

Adam retrieved the ball and started up the trick again, but dropped the ball after a tall man with a white coat bumped into Adam.

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Summer and Marissa had to walk two blocks to pick up Jamie and Adam as a result of a horrible parking lot at Dalton Grammar School. Although the private school was one of the top elementary schools in the nation, it was an old area meant for people with horse carriages not vehicles, when it had been built.

"God Coop, I say next PTA meeting we bitch until we get Principal Morrissey to build another damn lot," Summer commented.

"You tried that last time, remember?"

"Yeah and with absolutely no success, but this time, I say we dress all in black, wear gym socks with holes on our heads, meet her at the parking lot after the PTA meeting and threaten the woman with Styrofoam baseball bats…she totally won't know the difference in the dark," Summer concocted.

"Okay, you do that Sum, and I'll stand, look pretty and watch while drinking some latte," replied Marissa with a smirk.

"I liked it better when you were a robot," Summer joked.

"Me too."

About a block away, they saw their children standing by the school, with Adam showing Jamie his usual "disappearing" ball trick. But before Summer could yell out for Adam, she saw him drop his ball and run across the street for it.

She also saw what Adam couldn't—a light white sports car going way past the legal speed limit of 25 mph.

"ADAAAAM!"