I'm back with part 2! Just before I go to my grandparents! Yay!

I found the perfect dress for Julia. Go to my profile to see it! I'll put it on top of the example clothes.

Also I new character is coming! I don't know how long her plot's going to be, but you need to know how to pronouce her name. I'm sorry if this sounds uptight, but with this name, it irritates me when people pronouce it wrong. It's Kari, not Keri, like an adjective for a car. Car-y. And there's something interesting about her. Let's see who can find it.

So enjoy!

"You look so beautiful," Clare cried, fixing her daughter's hair in the mirror.

Julia tugged at the stomach of her wedding dress. "Thanks, Mom, but you can totally tell I'm pregnant."

"You're just being paranoid," Brookie comforted. "You look great."

"Thanks." She stopped pulling at the dress and turned towards her mother, Fiona, Alli, and Jenna. "Am I supposed to feel this nervous?"

"Oh, yeah," Fiona laughed.

"That's the good stuff," Jenna commented, smiling. She stood up and hugged Julia, followed by Fiona. "You be fine. Just try to remember that this is one of the greatest days of your life."

"And that you love Brady," Alli added, holding Melina's hand. Melina was the flower girl and, as any seven-year-old would, she was excited to do her part. "You shouldn't be afraid of the guy you love."

Julia sighed, smiling. "Thanks for the pep talk. I needed it."

Brookie hugged Julia. "Just relax. Everything will be great."

"Thanks, Brookie," Julia whispered, before she followed her mom and Fiona.

Clare looked at her daughter with a tear in her eye. "You've grown up so fast. It feels like just yesterday you were my little girl who had her dad wrapped around her finger, an obsession with Craig Mabbitt and was going to marry him. Now you're still my little girl who has her dad wrapped around her finger, and obsession with Craig Mabbitt, but is going to marry her best friend."

Julia giggled a little. "Mom, don't cry. You're going to make me cry."

"I'm trying not to, but this is such a happy moment for me. My baby girl is grown-up and getting married. You'll understand with your little one."

"I bet so," she smiled. She checked the wall clock. "We better get going. Wouldn't want to be late for my wedding."

They walked out of the guest room at Adam and Fiona's estate house where the wedding was being held to the main hall, where Brookie, LA, Melina, Bryson, and Eli were waiting. A collective gasp was let out, followed by praise. Nervous, Julia started to twirl one of her black curls and groaned.

"Jules, you look beautiful," Eli complimented, taking her hand to help her down the rest of the stairs.

"Thanks, Daddy," she cried. "Why am I crying?"

"You're happy, Hun," Brookie answered, hugging her lightly to not mess up her hair.

"I'd put my money on the pregnancy hormones," LA mumbled, slightly smiling at his sister.

Julia smirked at him. "You little brat," she joked, before embracing him in a hug.

"You look really pretty," LA whispered.

"I won't tell anyone you said that," she whispered back before letting him go.

"Thanks," he mouthed, smiling.

Julia smiled, turning to the rest of the people. "Let's have ourselves a wedding, shall we?"

… … …

"Julia, will you take Brady to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" Fiona's brother, Declan, said, looking at Julia for her answer. He's legally certified to marry a couple, so Fiona asked him to do the wedding.

Julia sniffled. "I do."

"Do you ever get the feeling you're really old?" Eli leaned over and whispered into Clare's ear.

"And you say that why?" Clare asked back.

"Well, we're watching our seventeen-year-old daughter get married and I'm only 36."

"I'm 35. Your point?"

"Well, you're parents were 47 when we got married, making them 29 when you were born. You were six when they were your age."

"And that's supposed to make me feel old?"

Eli sighed. "It's just me, then."

Clare smiled at her husband before both of their attentions went back to their daughter. "She could have gone for a longer dress, though."

"That would have been traditional," Eli pointed out. "When have they ever been traditional?"

"There's your point."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," Declan exclaimed. "You may kiss the bride."

Brady leaned down and gave her a sweet, little kiss.

"What kind of kiss was that?" Julia complained, a smirk appearing on her lips. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down towards her, and passionately kissed him as the cheer went into applause.

"I now present Mr. and Mrs. Brady Lancaster!"

"And Oliveria," Julia whispered, putting a bigger smile on Brady's face.

"What?" Declan asked.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all…"

… … …

"Brady doesn't have many friends," LA started his best man speech.

Brady let out a groan and laid his head on the table.

"He has a point," Julia admitted, patting Brady on the back.

"Hear me out!" LA defended himself. "Brady's not one for people, but if he decides you're okay, then he will have your back until the end. It's a great pleasure to call him my friend, but an even greater pleasure to call him my brother-in-law." He raised his tiny glass of wine. "Don't screw this up!"

"Okay, who got the thirteen-year-old drunk?" Eli yelled humorously. The reception let out a small laugh.

"If he is, he's not as bad as Adam was," Clare whispered as Brookie began her speech.

"Oh, how could I forget?" Eli smirked. "That was funny."

"And the drunk tradition carries on," she joked. "But I'm seriously going to check if he is."

"Mommy," Bryson whispered, tugging on her dress. "I gotta go potty!"

Clare sighed, smiling, "Duty calls." She picked up Bryson.

"Literally."

She walked towards the bathroom. Eli turned back towards Brookie, who was cry and hugging Julia. They pulled apart and Julia was crying, too. Both were smiling.

"Okay, people, the time has arrived for the newlyweds to have their first dance," the DJ announced. Julia blushed as Brady took her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her hips as 'Broken' by Seether featuring Amy Lee came on.

"Well, this brings back memories," Julia smiled, swaying to the music.

"Of course. That's why we picked it out," Brady reminded.

"Good point." They kissed. "So have you thought of any names?"

"Well… kind of."

"Kind of?"

"I was thinking about… guys names, just in case we have a boy."

"What are they?"

He took a pause, inhaled deeply, then answered, "Oliver, Vladimir, Zane, and Alexandria."

She raised an eyebrow. "Alexandria? That sounds like a girl name. I thought we were committed to Oliveria."

"We are!" he assured her. "It's just… a suggestion for a… middle name?"

She smirked. "Sounds cute. Good job, Br…" She stopped and dropped one hand to her stomach.

"Julia, what's wrong?"

"O-Oliveria," she stammered. "I… I had this feeling with Bryson. I think I'm in labor."

His eyes widened. "W-W-What? You're only five months along! It can't be!"

The music cut. "What's wrong?" Eli asked.

"I'm in labor."

"Oh…" Eli whispered. "That can't be good. We got to go. LA! Brookie!"

"What?" they asked.

"LA, come with us. Brookie, tell everyone we have to post-pone the reception. Let's move!"

Brady and LA helped Julia into the house with Eli trailing behind. Clare was coming out of the restroom, holding Bryson. The expression on her face changed from normal to frightened. "What's going on?"

Eli grabbed her free hand. "The baby. Let's go."

… … …

Brady slammed his fist against the wall of the waiting room. "What's going on?"

"Calm down," Clare instructed, patting his back. "It's going to be fine."

"Fine? Mrs. Goldsworthy, she's only at twenty weeks. It's not fine. It could be a miscarriage. I already love that baby. I would be devastated, not to mention how this would upset Julia." By this time, he was on the verge of crying.

She hugged him. "I'm worried, too. We're all worried. We just have to hope for the best."

"Okay, what's going on?" A demanding voice asked behind them. Clare turned around to see her parents and Eli's parents.

"Aw, crap," Eli groaned, getting up from his seat.

"Baby boy, what's wrong?" CeCe asked.

"I thought you were going to let Julia tell them," LA pointed out, lying down on the chairs with a major headache.

"Tell us what?"

"Julia's pregnant! Okay!" Brady blurted out. "And we've probably lost the baby, so we don't need any crap about being teen parents again!"

All of their eyes widened. "Okay, where's Bryson?" Randall asked.

"Sleeping," Eli answered, pointing to a sleeping Bryson in a waiting room chair.

"Good. I thought you spilled the secret in your rage," Randall said.

"Now we need an explanation," Helen demanded.

"What's there to explain?" Brady exclaimed. "We had sex, she got pregnant, and now our baby is dead." He slumped down in a chair and buried his face in his hands.

"He was never an optimistic person," LA groaned. "Or a quiet one…"

"Okay, Julia went into labor at the reception," Clare explained.

"So why would the baby be dead?"

"She only twenty weeks along." Bullfrog looked confused. Eli sighed, adding, "That's five months, Dad."

He gasped. "Oh! Okay, yeah, that's not good."

"Is there anyone here for Julia Goldsworthy?" The doctor asked, walking into the waiting room.

"Please. Julia Lancaster. She just got married."

"I'm sorry. I'm guessing that would be you guys."

"Yes. What's going on with my daughter?" Clare reached for Eli's hand, squeezing it.

"They're fine, her and the baby. She was under a lot of stress, which caused premature labor. We gave her some medicine to stop it, but, just be sure, we would like keep her overnight."

Brady slowly stood up. "Y-You mean, the baby's not dead."

"No, you're baby is very much live. I'm guessing you're the father."

"Uh-huh," he answered, smiling.

"Do you want to know the sex?"

He shook his head. "No. Julia doesn't want to know and I would end up spilling it."

"That's okay. Congratulations by the way. She can check out tomorrow at five, but I recommend putting her on bed rest."

"Um, Doctor, may I stay with my wife?" He turned towards her family. "You don't realize how long I've waited to say that."

"I don't see why not," he answered, coming with me.

Clare hugged Brady. "Take good care of her."

"Better than myself," he answered, smiling, before following that doctor.

Eli walked over and picked up Bryson. "Okay, little buddy, let's get you home."

They all walked towards the elevator. "She's going to be okay, right?" LA asked.

"Of course. This is Julia we're talking about," Clare answered. When LA turned away, she looked up at Eli. "Right?"

Eli smirked and kissed her cheek. "You answered yourself. She'll be fine."

… … …

"Brady, is there anything you want to say?" Julia asked. She had her arms crossed and was glaring.

"I'm sorry for over-reacting yesterday. I was afraid, but my actions were completely out of line," he admitted, looking down at his shuffling feet.

"Good boy," she smiling. She ruffled his hair.

"All is forgiven," Eli smirked, stopping at the red light. They were on the way home from the hospital.

"Julia, when we get home, I want you to go straight to your room," Clare demanded.

"But Brady and I were going to start finding an apartment," Julia insisted.

"Julia," Clare turned around in her seat. She wore an angry look on her face. "You went into premature labor because of stress. You are on bed rest. Understand?"

Julia lowered her head. She rubbed her baby bump. "Yes, ma'am."

Clare smiled. "Good." She turned back around as her phone rang. "Hello?"

"Mommy, when are you coming home?"

"Bryson, how did you get your brother's phone?"

"I'm not Bryson!" LA cried.

"LA, what's going on?"

"This kid's going to be the death of me!" A crash sound came through the phone. "BRYSON! GET OUT OF MY ROOM… AND YOU'RE NOT HERE! Aw, my football trophy…"

"What's he doing?"

"I can't find him! He's running around the house. I hear crashes. Things are being broken. And he is nowhere to be found," he cried. "I'm going crazy. I'm never having kids."

"Well, thank god," Clare muttered.

"You want me to be crazy?"

"I meant the kids part," she explained. "We'll be home in five minutes. Just try your best."

LA whimpered, then hung up.

"We have to get home before the three-year-old burns down the house."

LA walked into the kitchen where Clare and Julia were having lunch. Eli, Bryson, and Brady were out looking for apartments. "Can I ask you guys something?"

"Okay, I knew this would come," Julia groaned, then cracked her knuckles. "Division is quite simple."

He scoffed. "I know how to divide, thank you."

Julia glared. "121 divided by 11?"

LA's eye widened. He murmured numbers to himself, before yelling, "That's beside the point!"

She smirked. "11."

"Anyway, you know Kari, right? Head cheerleader, has those awesome parties?"

"Long, curly, blonde hair?" Clare asked.

"She's around my height."

"Yeah, I remember her."

"Well, anyway…" Adam blushed. "She kind of… asked me out on a date…"

"And…" Clare asked, folding her arms.

"I was wondering if I, uh, could… go?" He asked, and then quickly added, "Her parents are chaperoning!"

"Oh, here comes the good part," Julia squealed, taking a handful of popcorn.

"I don't see why not," Clare answered.

Julia spat her popcorn all over the kitchen floor. "What?" she exclaimed.

"I trust him and her parents are going to be there. She's a nice girl."

"Unbelievable. You didn't let me go out with Brady without you guys!"

"And we have evidence of how you are without us," she pointed out.

"A girl gets pregnant at thirteen ONE TIME and she never hears the end of it!"

"And eight months along now at seventeen," he added.

"Also, he's announced that he doesn't want kids. He knows what sex leads to."

"I'm right here," LA reminded them.

"You can go on your date with Kari," Clare said. "When is it?"

"Tonight," LA whispered. "I have to go get a shower, find that one blue plaid button up shirt. Oh, My God!" He ran up the stairs.

"That's so cute," Clare sighed.

"He likes someone else, too," Julia added, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth and flipped through a magazine.

"What do you mean?"

"He would have added 'brush my teeth' if it were Calissa."

… … …

"So having fun?" Kari asked.

"I guess," LA answered, popping a fry in his mouth. They were at a restaurant in town. LA was happy Kari didn't pick out a very fancy restaurant. He would be screwed if they didn't chicken and French fires. He looked up from his plate across the restaurant. Kari's dad quickly turned his head from LA to his wife. "Your dad was just staring at me."

Kari gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry. I'm his only child. He's very protective."

"I understand. I have a sister. My dad's the same, along with her husband," LA smiled back.

"You're sister's married?"

"Yep. Three months ago. She married her elementary school sweetheart. I was the best man."

"I bet you looked good in the tux," she flirted.

"I was too drunk to remember," he mumbled. She gave a worried look. "Some idiot spiked whatever I was drinking. Let's just say: I made a really bad best man speech."

She laughed.

"Yeah, sure. It's funny now," he smiled. "And they're having a baby."

"Aw! Cute! Boy or girl?" she asked.

"They don't know. They want it to be a surprise, but they think it's going to be a girl. They're going to name her Oliveria Alexandria."

"That's a pretty long name," she commented.

"Tell me about it. Way harder than mine."

"What is your name, anyway?"

LA has never told anyone besides Calissa what his real name is. Calissa, Cayden, the teachers, and himself are the only ones that know. "Okay, you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"It can't that bad."

"It's not that bad, actually. It's just that I was named after my god father and I've been called LA my whole life. I don't respond to my real name."

"Which would be…?"

"Adam. Adam Skylar Goldsworthy. I'm called LA because I'm 'Little Adam'."

"Adam. I love the name Adam."

He smiled at her, then looked out the window across the street to the outdoor ice rink. "Are your parents looking?"

She casually looked over. "No, not now."

LA through some money on the table, reached over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her out of the booth.

"Where are we going?" she laughed as they ran out of the restaurant.

"To have some fun." Checking both ways, he quickly pulled her across the street. A bigger smile spread across her face as they reached the rink booth. "Size nine and… What size do you wear?"

"Size six."

"Size six for my lady," LA said to the man running the booth, but he was smiling at Kari. He handed them their skates. They rushed over to the bench and started to put them on.

"Just to warn you, I've never ice skated before," Kari said, tying her skate laces.

"Well, you're lucky you have me. I've been in hockey since I was three." He stood up and extended his hand to her. "Just hold my hand."

Gently, she put her hand in his hand. He pulled her up and carefully got her onto the ice. She wobbled a bit before she gained her balance.

"There you go. Now move your legs like you're shuffling your feet," LA instructed. She looked from her feet to him with a worried look on her face. "Don't worry. I won't let go."

She left out a sigh of relief and smiled at him. Gracefully, she moved her legs in a rhythmic pattern and was soon pulling LA.

"I think you've got the hang of it," he chuckled.

"Just one thing: how do you STOP?" she shrieked, before taking herself and LA off the ice and face-planting on the ground. "Ow…" she groaned, pushing herself off. "Well, I need practice. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he laughed. "You?"

"Good. Just might want to pull my dress down," she laughed nervously as she fixed her pink dress. It was a long sleeve, pink dress with buttons down the front and white fur on the wrists and hem. She had on a matching beanie, pink with a white fur trim, to hold her curled blonde hair in place.

"Yeah, don't want to give these people a free show," he joked, before sitting up.

"I think that would be called accidental prostitution and that is illegal in some parts of the world." She sat up next to him leaning back on her arms.

LA looked over at her. Kari looked at him. They both leaned in. LA took her cheek in his hand. They kissed.

LA licked his lips when they pulled apart. "Cherry," he observed. "You know my favorite flavor."

She blushed. "Of course. Nothing but the best."

"This could be the start of a beautiful relationship."

… … …

"I'm back!" LA yelled into the house, throwing his coat over the kitchen chair. "Hello?" he called when no one answered. He searched through the house only to find that he was alone. He took out his cell phone and called his mom.

"What?" Clare asked.

"Well, hello to you, too," LA scoffed. "Where is everyone?"

"We're at the hospital. Julia's having the baby. Just stay home until your dad can pick you up. I got to go. Love you, baby. Bye."

"But Mom…She hung up on me." He groaned. He went over to the computer and logged onto Facerange, where he noticed Kari had put that she was in a relationship. He change his status to 'in a relationship with Kari Mason' before logging off. He sighed, "Screw it. It's boring here." He ran to the garage, pulled out his skate board, and preceded to skate on snow to the hospital.

By the time he got there, he was covered in snow. He hid his board behind a bush and brushed off the snow before walking in. "Julia Lancaster?"

"Um… we can't let non-family in right now," the front desk lady said.

"I'm her brother," he explained.

"Can I have some ID?"

"I'm thirteen! I don't drive! The only ID I have is… my school ID…" He did a face-palm, before taking out his ID necklace that he forgot to take out after school out of jacket pocket.

After she verified it, she told him the floor level, which he didn't need, seeing as he's been here two times already, one for Bryson's birth and one for her premature labor.

He walked out of the elevator and ran to the waiting room.

"LA? What are you doing here?" Clare asked.

"Well, I'm about to be an uncle," he answered, slightly nodding his head. He took a seat. "Kind of want to be here for that."

"How did you get here?"

LA laughed nervously, "Um… let's just say: I can skateboard on ice."

Clare sighed, shaking her head in her hand.

"So how did this date I heard you went on go?" Eli asked.

"Good," he nodded. "Very good."

"How good?"

"Well, I think I'm taken."

Eli tousled his hair. "You are my son."

"You had doubts?"

"I don't know what you mom did in school." He looked over a Clare with a smirk on his face. "Or who?"

She scoffed, then threw her magazine at him.

"So hostile," he smirked.

"So how long have you been here?" LA asked, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

"About two hours," Clare answered. "So I don't know how long we have to…"

"I FUCKING HATE YOU, BRADY!" Julia yelled.

"And she's down the hall and around the corner…" Eli said in amazement.

LA burst out laughing. "He's so screwed!"

… … …

A couple hours later, Brady came out into the waiting room. Eli was the only one awake.

"What happened to your hand?" Eli asked, noticing Brady's bandaged hand.

"She broke it."

Eli smirked. "That's my girl. So how's the baby?"

"Fine. I said happy birthday."

"You mean the baby's been born?"

"Yeah…" Brady answered, confused. "Why else would I come out?"

Eli shook his son and wife. "LA, Clare, wake up. Julia had the baby."

"Huh?" Clare mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"We have a grandkid!" Eli exclaimed.

"She had the baby?" She stood up, bouncing on her heels in anticipation.

Brady was smiling as much as Clare was. "Come on. Let's go meet your granddaughter."

"She's a girl! Aw!" Clare squealed, following Brady to the room.

"Are you excited to meet your niece?" Eli asked.

"Of course, Dad, but this time, I'm in the double digits…" His eyes widened. "Where's Bryson?"

"It was his naptime when Julia's water broke, so we dropped him off at your grandparents."

They walked into her room. He sighed, "Okay. That scared me. I thought he was off running around here."

"Come on. Have a little more faith in Mom and Dad," Julia smirked.

"Hey, Jules." Eli hugged her. "How do you feel?"

"I'm in love with drugs," Julia smiled.

"Where my niece?" LA demanded.

"Look at her," Clare cooed, holding a pink bundle. "She's so gorgeous."

LA looked down at the bundle. She had curly brown hair and ice blue eyes. She was almost asleep.

"She's so tiny," he whispered, memorized. "Hi. I'm your uncle, LA."

"I think he loves her," Brady whispered.

"She's my niece," he retorted. "Of course I love her."

"Can we quit calling her 'her' and 'she' and learn her name?" Eli asked, moving his eyes from his granddaughter to his daughter.

"Oliveria Alexandria Lancaster."

Eli put on a small smile. "You took my advice, Brady."

"You were right. She liked it."

Julia looked from Eli to Brady and back to Eli. "What are you talking about?"

"It's a long story," Clare giggled.

"I have time!" Julia exclaimed. I have nothing but time!"

"Fine. I mention Alexandria to Brady," Eli explained. "Julia and I, the one I dated, it was her birthday and I had the perfect gift: tickets to her favorite band, Asking Alexandria. But her parents wouldn't let her go. She ended up sneaking out and meeting me in your grandfather's car, which I took without permission."

"Oh, how terrible," Julia sarcastically whispered.

"It gets worse," he promised. "We get there. We're both having a blast. She wants to do it."

"Oh, my husband's former sex life," Clare sighed, smirking. "I love hearing this."

"Anyway, we got back to my dad's car and proceeded to… do it. And you can guess what happens when people do it."

"She got pregnant," Brady filled in.

"She got pregnant. And after she told me, the first thing that came out of her mouth was 'Her name's going to be Alexandria'. But… you know what happened…"

"You're dad asked me to carry on that name," Brady explained.

Julia had some tears coming to her eyes. "That's so sweet, Dad."

"I know. That's me, Mr. Sweet," Eli smirked.

"Speaking of relationships, how'd the date go? Did you kiss her?"

LA blushed. "Julia!"

"Oh, come on. I'm your big sister. I have a right to know."

LA's face turned fully red. "Yeah…"

"Aw! My little bro has a girlfriend," Julia teased.

"Can we shut up about me and focus on your kid?" he asked, desperate to change the subject.

"Sure," Julia smiled, "after you tell me all the details of your date."

"Dammit…" LA groaned under his breath.

"So how's the niece?" Kari asked, playing with LA's fingers

"Cute as ever," LA smiled, adjusting his arm around her shoulders.

"Of course. She is a little cutie."

Kari made things public with her and LA the next day. They were the biggest couple in Degrassi Junior High, the head cheerleader and the star quarterback, point guard, pitcher, hockey and soccer center, sprinter, and lacrosse midfielder. It was said that they were a match made in middle school.

Kari and LA were walking up to the school with his arm still around her shoulders as Cayden came sprinting down the steps towards them.

"Oh crap," he whispered. He kissed her cheek. "Go."

"What?"

"Just go," he demanded, taking his arm away from her. He gently pushed her away just as Cayden stopped in front of him. "We're not going to do this again, not in front of my girlfriend."

"I'm concerned about kicking your ass right now," Cayden said. LA could hear a bit of fear in his voice.

"Then what do you want Fitzgerald?"

"Have you seen Calissa?"

His eyes widened. "Calissa? N-No. Why?"

"She didn't come home last night."

"What do you mean?"

Cayden took LA by his shoulders. "Calissa's been kidnapped!"

I'd like to thank you guys for your support. It means alot. My bf broke up with me, so that inspired the LA and Kari relationship. Also one of the best reviewers ever, Lyss, told me that I shouldn't doubt myself, so I took out all of the filters of my mind when writing this and I love how it turned out. I really do.

So cliffhanger! What happened to Calissa? You'll have to way to find out! And did you find out what was special with Kari? I only mentioned it once in the story.

So, as always, Thanks for Reading and Review Please!