Bailey and Max

The long awaited sequel to Married Life by twilightercullenxoxo! I finally got around to writing it! I'm so excited! If you like Supernatural, you should read Finding Each Other by Lucky Naruto08 (I betaed from chapter 3 onward!)

Ages:

Bailey Xavier Chase- 15

Maxwell Gregory Chase- 12 ½

Chapter One: Where I'm from

Bailey POV

I'm Bailey Chase. I'm fifteen years old, and I live in Melbourne, Australia. My dad was born in Australia, and wanted to move back a couple of years ago. My mom being who she is agreed to it. My parents are both doctors. When I tell people that, they all assume that I want to be a doctor too. I don't. I want to be an artist. I want to paint. I love to paint.

My uncle Greg always told me to do whatever I want, just don't be a failure. I've loved art for as long as I can remember. I'm in year nine, and we just took our assessments. I think I did relatively well, considering that I'm not the most book smart guy. I leave that to my little brother, Max.

When I'm not painting or drawing, I'm surfing. Either real waves or the internet, it really doesn't matter. My dad taught me to surf when I was six. I live in the water. I do rowing through my school, and I've gotten pretty good at it.

My dad says that whatever I do, I should do it well. I plan to do just that. I don't do anything halfway. My kid brother is just in middle school, he's twelve. He's kind of a pain. I miss living in America. I miss my Uncle Greg, and my Aunt Lisa. I miss Rachel, Audrey and Leah. I miss seeing Uncle Eric, Aunt Remy and Uncle Chris.

I hate my uniform, I realize as I pull it off. It's constricting. I feel suffocated in it. Max runs into my room, a wide grin on his face. His hair's getting too long, I note, as he has to whip it out of his face like a retarded Justin Beiber.

"Bailey! Guess who's coming to visit?" he exclaims, excitement clearly expressed.

"Who, Max?" I try to show the same amount of enthusiasm as my little brother.

"Uncle Greg and Aunt Lisa!" He said, bouncing up and down.

A grin split wide open, I couldn't help myself. I felt my dimples flare, and tried to control it. My dimples are always showing when I don't want them to. Stupid dimples, I reflect.

Max giggled, and ran off—to email one of his little friends, probably. I know I've been talking negatively about Australia, but I've managed to make some friends. I play cricket with two of my best friends, Pete and Trevor. I've even managed to have a girlfriend once or twice. So, Australia isn't all bad.

The only bad part is that I think my parents aren't in love anymore.

Cameron's POV

I sometimes forget what it was like living in America. I love my job, I love my house, I love my boys, and I love my car. The only thing I do not love a lot these days is my husband. We get along; we even still act like a "normal" couple. But, after my miscarriage nine years ago…things have been a little strained. He and I never talked about it; we just pretended it never happened.

I felt like a failure when I lost the baby. I was six months pregnant, and all of a sudden I was bleeding heavily. I lost it. I went to the ER, and got admitted. They removed the baby; it would have been a girl. Robert cried. I cried. Bailey and Max cried because we were crying.

Bailey is such a man now. He no longer needs my help for things, and is always closed up in his room. I feel like I can't relate to him anymore. The only people who get through to him are House, and Max.

Max is still my little baby. He is forever asking my opinion on things, and asking for my help. I love my little Max. I love Bailey too, but it seems like we never connect anymore.

He wants to be an artist; I think it's not a wise decision. Robert and House encourage it. They say it'll build character. Max wants to be a teacher—this week. Last week, he wanted to be a chef. Next week? Who knows? He might want to be an astronaut! My little dreamer.

Maybe moving to Australia was a bad idea…?