A/N: Hey guys…so um I kind of got stuck for moving the story forward so I figured I would give myself a break this week to plan for the next…meanwhile as to not leave you all hanging I figured I would write a couple Interlude chapters at random…These chapters would include basically the past of this story as for example with this interlude it will be Sara and Julian dealing with the idea of becoming parents…I hope you all enjoy this interlude.


Interlude One: Scared Teens

"A-a-are you sure" a 15 year old Julian stutters through. His girlfriend, Sara Bryce had just told him she was pregnant and now he was freaking out.

Sara nods her head.

"I took the test and it was positive."

Julian sits down next to Sara on her bed.

"We were both using protection. I just don't understand how this can happen."

Sara stands up from the bed and glares at her boyfriend.

"We had sex Julian. We weren't so lucky like everyone else has been."

Julian nods his head.

"What are we going to do Sara? What do you want to do?"

Sara sits down next to her boyfriend and cries.

"I don't know," Sara cries out.

Julian wraps his arms around his girlfriend and let's her cry into his shoulder. It was the least he could do.


Alexander and Rebecca Bryce didn't know what to think when they were asked to sit down in front of their youngest daughter and her boyfriend. They had seen their daughter's puffy, red eyes and Julian's nervousness and right away they knew they weren't going to like what was going to come of this meeting.

Julian clears his throat before speaking.

"Um, Mr. Bryce sir, um, um," Alexander raises an eyebrow, but keeps his face neutral. "Something happened and I-I can't change it," Sara gripped onto her boyfriend's hand as Julian continued to speak. "I got your daughter pregnant," Julian blurts out.

Rebecca gasps and looks directly at her daughter while Alexander looked as though he would throttle Julian at any moment. His eerily calm tone scared both Sara and Julian.

"You did wrong. Pre-marital sex is wrong. You both are fifteen years old," Alexander shakes his head and turns to his daughter. "Sara, look at me," he ordered. Sara looked at him. "You will get an abortion and you will longer be dating anybody."

"But daddy," Sara places her hands on her stomach. "It's my baby."

Alexander shakes his head with anger.

"It's no baby. You are a baby, babies don't have babies and you will not have one. Do you understand me?"

Sara stayed frozen in her spot, but nodded her head nonetheless. Alexander stood up from his spot in his chair and walked over to Julian.

"Get out of my house," Alexander says harshly.

Julian does as he is told.


It took Julian a little while to get home from Sara's house. His bleary eyes kept bothering him. It had taken him awhile to realize that he had been crying it was just another thing the kids in school could pick on him for. He was already a geek, why not add cry baby to it too.

Julian walked into his house and saw his mother sitting on the couch. She had been watching some movie on TV.

Sylvia Baker turned to her son when she heard him enter the leaving room. She grew concerned when she noticed the small tears forming in her son's eyes.

"Juju Bean, what's the matter?"

That nickname had always bothered him, but at the moment he didn't really care. He needed his mom.

"I'm going to be a father."

Sylvia's eyes widen, but quickly go back to normal when her son started to cry. Sylvia quickly got up from the couch and brought her son to sit down next to him.

"Oh, Juju Bean, why did this have to happen?" Sylvia asked out loud.

"I'm sorry," Julian cries into his mother's shoulder.

Sylvia silently cried while her son did.

A few minutes later, Julian had been all cried out. Sylvia quickly wiped her tears in hopes that her son hadn't noticed her weak moment.

"What's going to happen, Julian?"

Julian looks away from his mother.

"Abortion," Julian whispers.

"What? Julian, you and Sara can't just kill a living thing!" Sylvia yelled angrily. This was going to be her grandbaby, despite her son being too young to be a dad this baby was a part of the family.

"I know. I don't want to," Julian says with a sniffle. "I don't think Sara wants that either."

"Well then we have to do something about it, don't we?"


His mom had been gone for more than an hour and Julian was worried that she had gone out to drink away her pain like she usually does, but he was surprised when he walked down stairs and Sara was standing in the living room. Sylvia had just walked into the house with Sara's bags.

Sylvia smiled gently at her son.

"Sara's going to be staying with us for awhile Juju Bean."

Julian just nods his head not knowing what to really say at the moment. Sara turned to her boyfriend with a small smile, a hand placed on her belly in a form of protection despite it only being a few months since she had been pregnant.

"Julian, can you please take these upstairs to the guest room? That's where Sara will be staying."

Julian does what he is told and brings Sara's bags upstairs. Sylvia walks over to Sara and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Welcome home Sara."


Sara walked into her boyfriend's bedroom after Sylvia had gone to sleep. Julian was lying on his bed in his pajama pants and was currently staring at the ceiling seemingly to be in deep thought. Sara crawled in and laid down next to Julian.

"We're really going to do this. We are going to be parents."

"Yeah, we are."

"I'm scared Julian," Sara admits like it was a bad thing.

Julian turns and faces his girlfriend.

"I am too, but I promise that I will be there for you and for our baby no matter what. I love you and I love our baby and I want to be the best dad in the world, better than my dad and better than your dad. I love you Sara Bryce. I'm not going anywhere."

Sara cuddles close to her boyfriend.

"That's good," Sara says with a yawn before closing her eyes. "We want you to be."

And from then on, Julian made sure he kept his promise.


A/N: So, are you interested in seeing more interludes? If you are, please give something you want to see. I'd love to include them.