A/N: HERE is where you find out a little bit more about what happened in Juliet's past. It's a lot of dialogue, Juliet explaining everything. I hope it answers your questions and alleviates some of the hesitance you feel about the likelihood of Jules getting pregnant at 15.

Shawn sat in the Psych office, throwing his plush pineapple up in the air, over and over. Gus sat at his desk, actually concentrating, when Shawn interrupted his work.

"Jules has a kid."

"I am not totally engulfed in my work, Shawn. You can't just say something random and bizarre, hoping I didn't hear you," Gus replied, not looking up from his pharmaceuticals book.

"Gus, Jules has a kid. She's like 16 years old and she looks exactly like Jules, but with brown hair."

Gus looked up from his book and stared at his best friend. "You're serious."

"Girl's name is Amelia. She showed up at our door last night wanting Juliet to sign these emancipation papers. Turns out she was never adopted, and now she's trying to get out of foster care."

"You're totally serious!" Gus exclaimed, finally believing Shawn. "Wait, you said she's 16? That would've made Juliet 16 when she had her?"

Shawn nodded. "I told her this doesn't matter, that it doesn't change the way I feel about her, and it doesn't. I love her, and she's having my baby. But I'm kind of upset she didn't tell me. That's a major part of her life that she hid from me. My kid has an older sister. That affects me, right? I'm not sure if she ever would have told me about this secret daughter if she hadn't shown up at our door."

"She could've kept hiding it, Shawn, but she didn't. She told you. If nobody knew about this sixteen years later, it seems pretty clear that she didn't want people to know. It was probably a horrible time for her and I bet she's still trying to block out the bad memories."

Shawn tossed his toy pineapple back and forth between his hands, staring at it intently as he did so. "You're right." There was a pause, which Gus took to mean he could get back to his work now, but Shawn spoke up again. "I guess the girl's father is dead. Jules went to the station last night and looked him up. He died four years ago of a drug overdose."

Gus paused, not sure how to respond to Shawn's last statement. "So what happens now? Is Juliet really never going to see this girl again?"

"I don't know, dude. She signed the paper, but I'm not sure that Jules will give up that easily. Apparently the hearing is tomorrow. I have a feeling Juliet wants to go, and I'm not going to let her go alone."

"Why don't you talk to her about all this?"

"You just want me to stop talking so you can get back to work."

"That's not true, Shawn," Gus replied in a definite tone. "Alright, it might be a little true. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't talk to her. She's probably worried about how you are reacting."

Shawn nodded, staring at the wall as he threw his pineapple up once again.

• • •

Juliet hated desk work. It was boring as hell, which made it hard to concentrate. But that wasn't the only reason she couldn't concentrate. She couldn't stop thinking about Amelia or Shawn.

Amelia had just walked away from her. She had no idea where she was; she wouldn't let her help her anymore.

And Shawn...he said he loved her no matter what. But was that really true? Were those the extent of his feelings? It seemed like he should've had more of a reaction.

They'd barely even talked about the whole situation from the past, and Juliet suspected that Shawn was trying to respect her privacy, but she also knew Shawn was dying to know all the details.

Juliet desperately wanted to go to Amelia's hearing to see how everything turned out. She was having trouble letting go for a second time. She wished her daughter would let her be a part of her life, but she was just too independent—just like her mother.

Jules looked at the clock and saw that it was about 4:30. Since being put on desk duty, Juliet usually left between 5 and 6 PM, but she did not feel like sitting at that desk, engulfed in her thoughts, any longer.

She stood and gathered her stuff before walking toward the Chief's office and knocking on the door.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to head home a bit early," Juliet informed Vick once she got a response of 'come in.' Offering an explanation, while not true, she continued, "The baby is pretty restless today, and I can't sit there any longer." Juliet placed her hand on her pregnant belly, rubbing it softly for effect.

"Of course, O'Hara. I completely understand. Have a nice evening."

Juliet smiled softly and returned the pleasantry before heading out of the police station and to her car.

Instead of going straight home, Jules stopped at the Psych office. She felt like she really needed to continue the conversation she had been having the night before with Shawn.

• • •

Shawn and Gus heard the bell on the door chime and their heads both popped up, ready for a case. They were surprised, however, to see that it was Juliet who was walking through the doorway.

"Hey," she greeted softly, giving Gus a smile before turning toward Shawn. "I'm heading home for the night. Care to join me?"

Shawn shot up. "Yeah, sure, of course. Totally," he stuttered. He was thrown off by her sudden arrival and wondered if this had to do with the thing from the previous night. He still wasn't sure what to say to her. His conversation with Gus hadn't helped much.

"See you later, buddy," said Shawn to Gus as he stood up and grabbed his coat.

Shawn gave Juliet a gentle peck on the lips before following her out of the office and toward the car.

"I'll drive, Jules. I know it's getting hard for you to do so with the baby."

"I'm not fat, Shawn! I can drive!" Juliet replied, suddenly awash in hormones, as she climbed into the driver's seat.

Shawn was still having trouble with figuring out what he could and couldn't say around a pregnant woman. When he thought he was being polite, it turned out that she would take it as either an insult and get mad or just start crying.

"Of course you're not, Jules. I never said that. You look beautiful, especially since you're carrying my child. That makes you even more beautiful than you already are."

Juliet bit her lip and almost started crying. "Really?"

Shawn nodded. "Definitely."

"Okay, you can drive." Shawn quickly made his way around the car to help Juliet out of the seat, but she swatted his helping hand away. He sighed as he climbed into the car and watched Juliet do the same on the passenger side.

Shawn started the car and began to drive toward their home, taking Juliet's left hand in his right. They were silent for the entire five minute drive home, but Shawn was continuously rubbing the back of Juliet's hand with his thumb.

Once they got home, they made their way inside. Juliet immediately sat down on the couch, and Shawn followed suit.

"I know you want to know the details," Juliet spoke through the silence.

"You don't have to tell me."

"I want...no, you deserve to know."

Shawn took Juliet's hand, sandwiching it between his own. Her other hand was placed softly on top of her stomach.

"It happened at Homecoming," she said. She noticed Shawn's eyebrows rise.

"At Homecoming?"

Juliet bit the inside of her cheek. "Well, technically it was in a van in the parking lot during the dance."

Shawn opened his mouth to make a comment, but decided against it, afraid of how Juliet would react if he was to vocalize it. He shook his head and motioned for Jules to continue.

"I was standing in the parking lot. My date stood me up. Nate's date apparently had alcohol poisoning and was taken away in an ambulance. He saw me after the ambulance left and came to talk to me. He was the hottest guy in school, the quarterback of the football team. I couldn't believe he was actually talking to me. I'd always felt either invisible or hated in high school.

"I told him my date stood me up and he said that he had some Zima in his van, so I went with him. I was really upset, so I had a lot to drink, and next thing I knew, we were having sex in the back seat of his mom's van."

Tears were forming in Juliet's eyes as she continued. "It turns out he was a total asshole. That Monday I heard him talking to his friends. They asked if he'd slept with me. I heard him tell them, 'I'd only have sex with her if she had a bag over her head and tape on her mouth so I wouldn't have to see her face or listen to her talk.' I had actually thought that he and I might be together after we had sex, but I guess that was stupid. The whole thing was a fluke. I doubt I would've even slept with him again if we had been together, but I don't know. I was excited about the possibility of having a boyfriend."

"He was a loser for saying that about you, Jules. You're the most amazing, beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

Juliet smiled at her fiancé. He could always make her smile when she needed to the most.

"A month later, I found out I was pregnant. I accosted him after a football game, waving the stupid pregnancy test at him, rambling on. I think it took him a while to figure out what I was saying, but once he did, he freaked out and said he couldn't deal with it, then left.

"I didn't tell anyone I was pregnant until I was four months along. My brother Ewan found out. He saw me looking at an ultrasound. He threatened to kill the guy who got me pregnant, so of course I didn't tell him who the father was. He kept my secret, though, helping me when I needed it, driving me to doctor's appointments.

My mom found out in April, when I was about 6 months along, because it was getting warmer, and she became suspicious of my large sweaters and sweatshirts. She said to me, 'Julie, sweetheart. Please tell me you're not pregnant' and I could hardly bare to look at her. But I finally did, and I'll never forget the look on her face at that moment. She was so disappointed. Her only daughter, her youngest child, her baby girl, was having a baby at 16.

"She didn't yell at me. She just looked at me sadly and walked away. I went into my room and cried, until she knocked on my door.

"I was lying in bed, my knees pulled up as close to me as they would get, and she sat on the edge of the bed. She reached out and grabbed my hand and asked me how far along she was. She looked hurt when I told her sixth months, like she was wishing I'd trusted her enough to tell her sooner. Then she handed me two onesies, one of my brothers' and one of my own. I told her I was having a girl, but I wasn't keeping her. She looked sad, but nodded and told me I had to tell my dad and brothers that night.

"I was terrified of telling my dad. I couldn't figure out how to go about saying 'I'm pregnant.' My mom and brother figured it out, I hadn't even needed to say the words before.

"All throughout dinner, my mom was glancing my way, telling me 'you better do this.' I finally got up the courage right when my dad started to get up to clear his plate.

"'Wait!' I cried out, way louder than I needed to. 'Mom and Ewan already know this, but I have to tell the rest of you guys something.' I stared at my plate full of food that I couldn't eat from nerves as I said 'I'm six months pregnant.'

"My brothers looked shocked, but my dad was furious. He threw his plate on the ground and tried to kick me out of the house, but my mom wouldn't let him. I had never been so afraid of my dad before. He was a smart, cunning man, and he expected as much from me, but I apparently did not meet those expectations for him."

Shawn ran his fingers through Juliet's hair, silently encouraging her that she could continue on with her story when she was ready.

"Nobody at school knew I was pregnant. I was invisible anyway. By the end of the school year, I was seven and a half months pregnant, and I rarely left my house during the summer, except for doctor's appointments, so nobody would see me.

"Amelia was born July 19, 1997. I saw her when the nurse held her up, but I never held her, because I didn't want to get attached. I know I would've, and I couldn't afford to get attached. I wouldn't have been able to provide for her at 16."

Juliet pursed her lips, trying to figure out how to wrap her story up.

"She told me yesterday that she was born with a hole in her heart and had a lot of surgeries. That's why she was never adopted. I thought she would have a better life without me, but maybe I was wrong."

"Jules, you couldn't have known about the hole or that she'd end up in foster care. It's not your fault. You did what almost any teenage girl in your situation would do."

She shut her mouth tightly, trying to alleviate the lump she felt in her throat, then nodded at Shawn's statement. He was right.

"Shawn, I have to go to that hearing tomorrow. Judges rarely grant emancipation and she doesn't seem to have a plan. I need to know what going to happen to her. I need to know that she's going to be alright."

"Of course," Shawn replied, rubbing Juliet's back. "I'll even come with you."

"Really?" Juliet's eyes lit up. She really had found the perfect guy. "I found out the hearing is at 3:15. Make sure you're there on time."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, giving Jules a salute. She laughed at his gesture. "So, what do you say for dinner, Jules? Chinese? Pizza? Mexican?"

Juliet rubbed her belly, thinking about what she wanted to eat. "Chinese sounds amazing."

"Chinese it is."

A/N: I was about 90% done with this chapter when I decided I wished I'd told Juliet's story in a flashback...but it was too late; I was already too far gone. I just didn't expect it to be so long, so I didn't think there would be so much dialogue. But hope this worked well enough for you...