Hope this makes up for the delay…

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Disclaimer: I said it before and I'll say it again… Fox and Josh own it… I'm just a lil' 14 year old from Canada. Haha! Yeah not funny, I get it.

Two Months Later

"I can't believe he's starting school Cohen! I mean he's still a baby! God they start this preschool shit a little young don't you think?" Summer rambled as she set a plate of pancakes down in front of Jake, cutting his food for him distractedly.

Today was Jake's first day of school and Summer was nervous. She didn't want to let her little baby go already. Seth, being the supportive husband, had offered to take off school and take Jake, but Summer got one of her ever so often rage blackouts and Seth had now sworn to silence.

"Mommy, don't say shit." Jake said, turning around and looking up at his mother with his delicious brown eyes that made her want to just eat him up.

"Sorry Jay, your right. Eat up, today's a big day!" Summer put on a bright face and ruffled his wavy brown hair.

As Jake finished up, Summer sent Seth to get him dressed as she cleaned up the kitchen. After giving birth to Tyler that summer she had decided that 3 little boys was too much to handle and hired herself a nurse. And thank God for Anita. In Summer's opinion, Anita was the best thing that had ever happened to the family. Seth didn't go that far, but agreed that she had been an enormous help.

"Okay buddy, you ready to go to school?" Seth asked, kneeling down at Jake's level, lifting the baseball cap on his head.

Jake gave a cute grin and nodded, shoving his hat back on. "Come on mommy! I'm gonna be late if you take this long!"

Smiling Summer walked straight past Seth, who she was still mad at even though she had forgotten why, and took her son's hand, leading him to their Mercedes.

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"And?" Seth asked as his wife strode in the front door of their small Newport home. Last year Seth, with the help of his parents, had managed to buy a small, but actually quite lovely, 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom beach home. It wasn't anything fancy compared to where he and Summer had grown up, but it worked for them. Cooper and Jake shared a room where Summer had hand painted a mural, and baby Tyler slept in the nursery where Anita had a small room off of it. It wasn't much but it was home.

Summer gave a huge sigh and sank into the nearest armchair. Seth hurried behind her and began massaging her shoulders, knowing exactly what to do when Summer got this stressed.

"Hey, baby what's the matter?" Seth asked after Summer was unusually quiet for several minutes.

Summer let out another breath of air and turned to face Seth. "It's just that, when I dropped off Jake at preschool there were like 60 other mothers doing the same thing. And it was at that point where I didn't feel like I belonged there. I mean these moms were normal! They were at least all over 30 years old and I swear Cohen, they looked at me like I was just a kid dropping off my little brother." Summer slowly let tears drop from eyes and down her silky soft cheeks.

Seth quickly brushed away her tears with the pad of his thumb before speaking. "Hey Sum, you know we're just as much parents as they are! So what if we're a little younger? We just started our family young."

Summer shook her head. "Yeah but Seth, kids our age are off at college all over the world! NYU, USC, San Diego State! They're off partying and learning and having the best fucking time. And here we are at age 20 in a small house that smells like diapers with 3 little kids!"

Seth looked at her shocked, not believing that she had just said that. After a moments silence he simply nodded his head. "Right. Good to know how you feel." And he turned around, walking out the door.

Not even bothering to stop him, Summer finally let herself cry. Everything that had been so hard on her from the past 3 years, all emotions that she'd kept inside were now coming out. And maybe it was just what she needed.

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Seth had been driving in his car for hours, not ending up in a single place, simply thinking. How could Summer say all of those things? Here he thought that she was finally happy! They had three gorgeous children, a decent house, and, he thought, a great husband! So what the hell was wrong with her? He had thought that she knew when they had their kids that the normal teenage life was over. No more parties, no more getting completely wasted or high. Things were different now. Maybe it had just hit Summer now. Maybe he just had to give her time.

He looked at his watch which read 2:30 p.m. he had class in 15 minutes. And, already being close to LA, he drove over, hoping that at least school would get his mind off of everything.

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"Seth, just who I was hoping to see!" Professor Burklier motioned or Seth to come into his office.

Seth, expecting the worse followed Professor Burklier and sat down across from him in a large, comfortable armchair.

For the past 2 and a half years Seth had being studying film at the University of Southern California in hopes of making it big. He had initially wanted to be a graphic artist, but after studying film for a while he had realized that it was the way to go. He wasn't set to graduate for another year or two, so when his favorite professor had called him into his office, he couldn't help but wonder why.

"Well Mr. Cohen, I have been examining your work over the past few years, and I must say that you have really impressed me." Professor Burklier said, shuffling a few papers in front of him. "Your short films are excellent and captivating. The story lines are so simple, yet so addicting. Mr. Anderson of Beverly Hills Productions has asked to meet you, and you can understand what an honor this is."

Seth's mouth hung open slightly. Beverly Hills Productions wanted to meet him? Of all the thousands of talented students he was the one who was selected? "Wow Sir… I mean, wow. When do I meet him?"

"Tomorrow morning, 9:30 sharp in the BHP studio. I'll pick you up and take you there. This is a great opportunity Mr. Cohen, so I suggest you practice up for what you want to say to him tonight."

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Driving home Seth was thinking hard yet again. 'Mr. Anderson of Beverly Hills productions has asked to meet you.' Wow. He still couldn't believe that he, Seth Cohen was chosen. That a famous Hollywood producer wanted to meet him out of hundreds of thousands of others. He couldn't wait to go home and tell Summer.

Hmm… I'm not so pleased with this chapter for some reason, but I'd still like to hear some feedback please!

Thanks!

- Rachel