A/N: This chapter takes place in the past, when Jules is in high school. Thank you for reading and remember that reviews are wonderfully accepted:)
April 2008
Jules paced her room back and forth, willing the tears not to fall by sheer determination.
"You're making me dizzy, Jules. Come on, tell me what's up."
Jules turned and Claire was taken aback by the fear and worry in her eyes. Immediately Claire got up and embraced her best friend who began crying, eliciting heartbreaking sobs. All Claire could think was that whatever happened must be bad because Jules never cried. The last time was after what happened with her dad about 5 years ago. And that had been horrible.
"Jules please talk to me."
The words were barely audible but spoken and Claire pulled back with wide eyes.
"What?!"
Jules shut her eyes tightly as if to stop the tears from ever coming out and took a shaky breath. "I'm pregnant."
"With who?" She asked incredulously, "I didn't even know you were seeing someone!"
Jules wrapped her arms around herself. "Sam. The lieutenant."
Claire saw red. "I'm gonna kill that son of a -"
"No no no, it's not like that." Jules looked up, her eyes shining. "I love him, Claire."
Claire shook her head sadly. "Jules..."
"Claire, he might go to jail because of me. What do I do?" Jules bit her bottom lip.
Claire sighed. "In my opinion? He should rot in jail."
Jules glared and grabbed her purse.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Leaving."
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"Yes, you were admitted Samuel. January 1st at 1700 the jet that will transfer you to base will arrive at the private airport."
"Thank you for informing me, Sir."
"Have a good day Lieutenant."
"You too, Sir."
Sam hung up the phone. The General had just informed him that he passed the qualifications for JTF2 with impressive results and was therefore admitted into the highly classified elite unit of special forces. Not only that, but he had made it onto the best unit, a highly coveted and respected rank, that he had hoped to be a part of.
But now he was torn. He wanted to remain here and stay with Jules, the beautiful brunette that held his heart. He couldn't bear not seeing her for more than a year, much less two. His heart ached because he didn't have a choice. He would probably loose her forever.
A knock at his apartment door pulled him from his somber thoughts. He went over and peeked through the hole, already reaching for his gun - a habit he had grown accustomed to. Once he saw who was on the other side, however, he quickly opened the door.
"Jules?"
He pulled her in, closing the door behind her. His chest tightened when he saw tear tracks on her face. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
She began crying and all he could do was hold her, his heart breaking a little with each tiny sob. He ran his fingers through her hair, swearing that whoever did this to her wouldn't live to see another day.
Finally she calmed. He kissed her forehead and pulled away, looking into her hazel eyes. She looked away, looking guilty and ashamed. He put a finger under her chin and made her look him in the eye. "You don't have to be tough right now. Whatever happened, I promise we'll get through it together because I love you. So much."
Her eyes lit. "You do?"
"Always have, always will." He hugged her against him. "Now tell me what happened."
Her words were muffled against his shirt but there was no mistaking what she said. He tensed for a split second, but Jules caught it and misinterpreted his action.
"I'm so sorry Sam. I'm so sorry." Her words were chocked by tears and she began pulling away. "I can leave. Just forget about me."
"Hey! Hey!" He grabbed her face between his two hands. "Don't you ever tell me to forget about you. It would be like leaving my heart on the curve. I love you Jules, I mean it. And don't you say you're sorry because it's not your fault. I'm sorry for putting you in this situation."
"I.. Sam..." She hesitated and Sam held his breath. Would she say they were a mistake? Leave him for good? Abort the baby? "I love you too and I wanna have your baby. I was just scared you would be mad and because..."
Relief flooded him and he felt joy and love swell in his chest. He really wanted her to have his baby too, only her. Before she finished what she was saying, he crushed his lips to hers and poured in all the love he felt.
In need for air, he pulled away. "Jules, sweetheart, why would I be mad? You're it for me and you're the only one that will ever be having any of my babies."
"Yeah?"
He smiled widely. "Yeah." He paused, confused. "Then why were you so upset?"
She looked away again, her lip trembling slightly. "Because, Sam, I don't turn 18 till next month. Technically I'm still underage and if anyone found out you could go to jail."
Reality slapped him on the face. To society he would be a monster taking advantage of an underage victim. They would be too blind to understand and see the love they had for each other. Not the kind of love in fairy tales, but the kind of love you have to fight for against all odds.
He made his decision. He would fight for her. He was willing to put his life on the line but he didn't want to take her honor either. This would ruin her career. So he came up with a plan that would protect them both, but for her sake.
"Sweetheart, do you know how far along you are?"
Jules shook her head sheepishly, looking like the teenager she was. "I have an appointment set for today after school though."
He nodded. "I'll be with you."
She shook her head. "You can't do that unless you want suspicion on you."
"I never said that people will see me. I just need to talk to your attending doctor." He shrugged. "Eventually, people will find out I'm the father, Ella and some staff members have been circulating rumors about you and me. It's unavoidable. All I need to do is convince the doctor to note that you were 18 when you got pregnant and not 17. So it's all technically legal."
Jules looked skeptical. "And how are we gonna do that?"
"I told you to trust me didn't I?"
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"Ms Callaghan! Why are you late this time?"
Jules froze, racking her brain for a believable excuse. "I, um..."
"She was with me assisting with some materials as my TA. I apologize Ms. June, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." Sam answered, appearing at the doorway.
Ms. June nodded skeptically. She looked over at Jules. "Have a seat. We were reading on page 145."
Jules sat and mouthed a thank you to Sam who winked before disappearing from the doorway.
Throughout the day Claire gave Jules the cold shoulder and on top of that, Jules felt like she was getting sick.
During lunch, halfway through her meal, she abruptly stood up and raced to the closest bathrooms. She crashed through a stall and emptied her stomach just in time. She tensed when she felt a hand rubbing her back and holding her hair.
She straightened, "Claire..."
"Here, wash your mouth." Claire turned the knob on the sink and Jules did so.
Jules felt much better. "Thanks." She looked around, avoiding her gaze. "About me and Sam..."
"You don't have to explain. I actually already knew." At Jules's shocked face, Claire smiled. "Jules, you're like a sister to me. I know you so well. I just added two and two together. It was pretty clear afterwards." She smirked. "Especially after you agreed to be his TA."
Jules threw her arms around her best friend. "I love you so much!"
"Me too. We'll talk more about this when we get home, but I want you to know that I approve. I'm not blind, I see the way he looks at you. Like your his everything. And after all you've been through, you deserve to have someone love you like that."
"You don't know how much that means to me." Jules eyes glistened and she blamed the hormones. "Thank you."
"Your welcome."
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Jules closed her eyes as the gel was rubbed on her stomach. She felt cold and wished Sam was with her.
"Oh, I know its cold, sweetie, but don't you wanna see your baby?" The doctor, an older woman with soft features, asked the teenager lying on the hospital bed. She's so young and beautiful, her whole life ahead of her. Poor girl.
Jules tentatively opened her eyes and stared at the screen. At what exactly, she didn't know.
At her confused expression, Dr. Zara laughed and pointed with her finger at the screen. "See this blob right here? That's a baby."
"It's so tiny."
Dr. Zara smiled as Jules studied the screen in awe, glancing at her flat stomach from time to time.
"I'm going to need to run some tests to tell you exactly how far along you are, so I'll be back in a bit. Why don't you clean up until I get back?"
Jules nodded as the doctor left. She cleaned off the gel with some paper towels and sat on the bed. Everything felt so real now. An overwhelming happiness flooded her at the thought of a blue eyed, blond haired baby. She loved Sam so much and already loved his baby too. She placed her hand lightly on her stomach.
"Hey sweetheart."
Startled, Jules looked up to see Sam watching her, his face shining with love and adoration for her.
She got up and threw her arms around his neck as he wrapped her in his strong arms. He kissed her passionately.
"Sam?...How?" She asked breathlessly. She still couldn't believe he was right here with her.
He chuckled. "I am really good at sneaking around." He quickly changed the subject. "I talked to Dr. Zara. She's gonna do it."
"Really? Just like that?" Jules raised an eyebrow. Dr. Zara looked like a very moral person that would most likely call the police instead of helping them out.
"Jules, don't worry about it. Everything's gonna be alright." Sam kissed her forehead. "I love you so much."
Jules nodded numbly. She couldn't help the bad feeling in her gut. The one that said that later this would come back to bite them. And it would hurt.
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Dr. Zara's hands trembled as she put together the young girl's file. The one she dated for three months from now so it would be like the girl was 18. She would work out the technicalities later.
Dr. Zara was an honest person and a respected doctor. But she was also a single mother to a daughter who's son had cancer. She needed the money. She couldn't have said no.
Yet, the check in her hand burned her and his words haunted head.
I'm so sorry I have to put you in this position but it is necessary. You took the money, so I expect you to follow my directions. Or you will regret it.