Hello Everyone This is my first Victorious Story!

This idea came to me one day-I've read loads of Stories where Beck and Jade are the ones expecting a child or Jade is a teen mom but I've read none where Tori is so...

Most of these chapters will be from Tori's point of view-this is set before the pilot

This story contains the following pairings-

.Tori and Andre

.Jade and Beck

.Cat and Robbie

.Trina/OC (maybe)

I hope to continue this story as soon as so please let me know what you thought of it.

Disclaimer-I own nothing (also I am not a doctor so nothing is medically concrete)

Please review and tell me what you thought x

Ayden

We hear lots of stories about Jade and Beck as teenage parent's but do we ever hear anything about Tori? In this story when Tori joins Hollywood Arts she is the single mother of an eighteen month old son-Ayden Jenson Vega-see how this curveball affects her relationships with her friends and more specifically her relationship with Andre.

Chapter 1-Proulouge-Febuary 3rd

Tori's Point of View

I have to grit my teeth against the pain consuming me. The room is hot the humidity stifling even in the early weeks of February where there is still snow on the ground but the heat choking me is better than my tears.

This is not the way my life was supposed to go.

My name is Victoria Hallie Vega, I am known commonly as Tori and to whoever is reading this, and this is my story.

I know cliché right? But here it is…

My father is Detective David Vega with the Los Angeles police force and my mother is Holly Vega a part time yoga instructor but for the majority of my childhood a stay at home mom, and I have an older sister known as Katrina (or Trina) Holly Vega.

With the support of a classic structural family (two parents together, a huge house, a loving support system) you must wonder why the hell I am here, why I am alone, why they abandoned me.

Let me tell you something. I didn't get abandoned by my family. I abandoned them.

Cameron Martins was the love of my pathetic sixteen year old life. He was eighteen with a tattoo, a motorcycle and a dreamer personality. And when he talked he had a low drawl that could make a woman combust on the spot. I shouldn't have. God knows I knew better. But I fell. I fell hard and fast and in the end threw away a good solid relationship with Daniel to be with him.

Cameron had plans to travel and I tagged along so 'in love' that I was. And that was when we ended up in Arizona. I left one night with my parents and haven't been in touch since.

There is no excuse for what I did to them.

I had just turned seventeen when I found out I was pregnant.

Cameron left the next day after he found out. So here I am in a hospital alone giving birth.

The midwife-Shelly-is nice and soothing (I don't think that this is the first teenage pregnancy that she's seen) and she constantly asks do I want my parents here. I do, desperately, but I don't want to pick up the phone.

I'm too scared.

I lean back against the pillows feeling a lull in the contractions. My baby is nearly two weeks early and is coming fast but yet so damn slow, they claim they didn't have time to give me an epidural so I am doing this naturally.

I feel like I'm dying.

It's been nearly nine hours but it feels like nine years.

Shelly distracts me by telling me she can see my baby's head and I sigh knowing that this will all be over. I can do this. I can finish this. I can barely see past the pain.

One more push and then this can be finally over.

Another push and then I can hear a thin weedy cry growing in volume. I'm too exhausted to register anything other than leaning back, my chest heaving, my face wet.

My baby boy. My son, is perfect. He has a tuft of brown hair and his skin is the same colour as milky coffee, he's gently placed into my arms wrapped securely in a white blanket. His eyes are my shade of brown wide and open and he stops crying to stare at me sniffing quietly.

I choke down a small laugh as I realise he is all mine. Nothing in him would connect him to Cameron and I'm grateful for this small mercy. I will never see the man who abandoned me in my son.

He is entirely my own.

This little creature is depending on me. The magnitude to what that is makes my head spin. I am no longer Tori Vega the high school singer, dancer and cheerleader. I am now Tori Vega the teen mom. He needs his Momma, and I need my baby.

It takes me a while. I need a shower, I try breastfeeding (which thankfully works) and I take a good look at myself in the mirror.

My son is asleep and I sit down in the bed wincing. I brought some old pyjamas, black and white checked pants and a loose jumper my hair left loose.

Ayden is still sleeping when I run my fingers over his little cheek and I smile to myself.

If I have my son then I can do anything.

I reach for my disposable cell phone and flip it open typing out the number I know by heart and I lean back onto the pillows bunching the blankets around me, my fingers trembling.

It rings only twice.

"Hello" comes the deep cool and crisp voice of my mom. I have to take a minute to compose myself. This is one phone call I can't afford to screw up.

"Hello" she says again "Who is this?" I can hear rustling in the background and I swallow as I hear my dad in the background.

"Tori" comes the reply, nothing but a breath, a whisper of hope. I swallow the tears.

"Tori baby is that you?" she asks and she sounds like I remember her, gentle and loving. "Tori please speak to me" she pleads and I take a deep shuddering breath.

"Mom" it's a forced cry but I recognise it as mine. I croon a finger of Ayden's little hand and I take another breath. "Mom, I really need your help"

And I will hopefully update as soon as I can

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