A/N: This is a sequel-threequel? To 'My Best Friend's Girl' and 'Touching Hands.' You might want to read them first, but I think you might be able to get by w/out it…

To my loyal old readers: See? Can't give them up…Physically impossible

Welcome inside the head of Eliza Noelle Berry Hudson!

Noelle's POV:

"Of course Beth! See you next week?" I smiled as I got off the phone with my best friend. Everything was going perfectly! My life seriously could not get any better. I honestly have the best family in the world. It's not the most traditional, but it's so full of love that I've never even questioned it.

My mom and dad, I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have them, to show me what real love is. Because real love isn't always the picture perfect movie with the kissing in the rain; it's when Mom was throwing up all night and Dad sat with her, holding her hair back and holding her tight, telling her that she was beautiful; it's when she got cut from a show because she was "too much of a diva" and he called the manager and screamed at him for about an hour, using words I wasn't supposed to know before ending with "the show sucks anyway"; it's when Dad was sick and Mom cancelled the trip to Chicago that she, Uncle Kurt, and Aunt Quinn had been planning for three months to take care of him.

My siblings. Sean, my little brother, who at seventeen still thinks his big sister is a hero. My brother who, at fourteen disappeared for hours, coming home late at night with a broken nose, two black eyes and a swollen lip, because he'd gone to track down the boy who'd just broken my heart. Annie and Rose, my little twin sisters who couldn't be more different if they tried. Annie's the diva, always in the spotlight and Rose hides from the world, but is so talented that it's an awe-inspiring thing when she comes out of her shell. My sisters, who walked into my first high school play with matching homemade t-shirt that said 'We Love you Noelle."

My best friend, sister, and cousin rolled into one. Beth has been my role model forever, three years was just enough to make her unattainably cooler than me growing up. And now, she's the person who knows me best, who's been with me through thick and thin. She's the one who found me after I got the letter from Julliard, informing me that I hadn't made the cut, crying my eyes out on a bench near the theater where my mother had starred in her first show. Beth hugged me tight and told me that it was okay, I could still be a star, and that I was the only star she would ever care about.

My crazy aunts and uncles. Uncle Kurt, who my mother has never forgiven for getting me and Beth drunk once when I was ten, my biggest fan. Aunt Quinn, my godmother, who'd helped raise me. Aunt Mercedes , who along with Uncle Kurt had been the first to volunteer to find me homecoming and prom dresses. And Uncle Noah, who despite the fact that he'd been 'late' to come into my life, had quickly become just as important to me as any of the others.

Nana Shelby and Grandpa Leroy, maybe it wasn't odd to have grandparents who weren't married, but it sure was weird to have two grandparents who'd never been married. But they both love me and they're both so important in so much of my life. Grandma Carole who I think represents the stereotypical grandmother with the cookies and hugs and Grandpa Burt who taught me how to change a tire before he'd let anyone teach me to drive.

My crazy untraditional family, oh how I love them.

And then there was my fiancé. Dustin, the perfect, blond, tall man of my dreams, the love of my life. I could not wait for our wedding. Beth was going to be my maid of honor of course. And Annie and Rosie my other bridesmaids, along with my cousins Jenny and Becca. It was going to be a perfect day.

I opened the door to my parents apartment slowly, it was still early enough that Mom might be asleep. As I walked in I dropped my purse on the couch, despite the fact that Mom would yell at me for it later. I heard raised voices from the kitchen. As I walked towards the voices, I identified them as Dad and Uncle Noah.

"Finn, I just don't think he's right for her!"

"He makes her so happy Noah!"

"So you're willing to trade something that's going to affect your daughter's life forever for her momentary happiness?"

"That's not fair! I just want her to be happy."

"So do I! I just think he's wrong for her!"

"It's none of your business Puck! You're not her father."

"Who is then? Cause the last time I checked you weren't!"

"WHAT?" I couldn't stop myself from yelling as I stepped into the kitchen.

"Noelle." Dad looked at me, shock all over his face.

"Oh no." Uncle Noah said softly. "I didn't mean for that…" I cut him off sharply.

"Dad, are you my real father?" He stared at me, mouth opening and closing slightly. That was all the answer I needed, as I burst into tears. "So my whole life is a lie?"

A/N: Evil cliffie….reviews=faster update…

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