This is a really random fic, I decided to do one after reading thousands of really good CR fanfics and I imagined what it'd be like if the characters were older and had kids, for pure randomness really. This chapter is quite long, but the overall story won't have many chapters unless I have an amazing idea – which probably won't happen.

"Mommy, Mommy! The tooth fairy came!" a six year old girl was grinning into a mirror, admiring the loss of her two front milk teeth. She ran over to her mom and hugged her excitedly. "I got two dollars!"

"That's great, Mitchie!" Connie Torres stroked the light brown hair of her six-year old daughter, who was smiling her huge smile. She laughed.

Mitchie Torres smiled and rolled over in her sleep, happily remembering this experience.

"Mommy, Mommy! The tooth fairy came!" Mitchie woke to the excited voice of a six year old girl who had finished grinning into her mirror and ran to jump on her parent's bed. "I got two dollars!"

"Hey sweetie," Mitchie said as she rubbed her eyes. She gave her daughter a hug. "Wow, you look so grown up!" She ruffled the little girl's light brown hair and smiled.

"She's just like you," said Mitchie's fiancé, Shane, who had sat up and put his arm around her. "Come here, squirt!"

"Daddy!" the little girl squealed as Shane tickled her.

Mitchie smiled as she watched the two people she loved most in the world.

"Hey, do you know what day it is tomorrow?" Mitchie asked her daughter.

"Yes," she said. "It's my birthday!"

"And how old are you going to be?"

"Seven!"

"Wow, that's old!" joked Shane.

"Not as old as you, daddy!" she replied. Mitchie laughed at how serious her daughter looked.

"I think she's been spending too much time with Caitlyn."

Seven years. Seven years ago tomorrow Mitchie's daughter would've been born. Elena Caity Gray. Mitchie sat on her bed looking through the photographs of the past seven years. Shane had taken Elena out for breakfast so Mitchie had some time to herself. She remembered the time she found out she was pregnant. The first person she told was Caitlyn, her best friend. Actually, Caitlyn found out herself. She smiled to herself, remembering how this went.

"Michelle Torres! I know that there is something wrong. You've zoned out of every conversation we've had. There's something on your mind, and I am going to get to the bottom of it!" Nineteen year old Mitchie was sat on her bed, half listening to Caitlyn's lecture. She was refusing to say anything. She had almost been caught vomiting by Caitlyn and that was a far too close call. She was upset, and scared, and confused. Yesterday she found out that she was pregnant and she had no idea what to do.

"Michelle! Are you even listening to me?" Mitchie hated being called Michelle.

"Michelle!" Caitlyn knew it wound her up.

"You call me Michelle one more time!"

"Mich-" Right, that was it. Mitchie ran over to Caitlyn and pinned her down on her bed.

"I knew I could get you to speak!" Caitlyn said, smiling. Mitchie suddenly felt that horrible sickening feeling in her stomach. Oh no.

"Mitch, you don't look so…" Mitchie ran to the bathroom and threw up. Her cover was blown.

"Mitchie, are you okay?" Caitlyn rushed over and pressed her hand against Mitchie's forehead to check if she had a fever. Mitchie started crying.

"Mitchie, did you and Shane…?" Mitchie nodded.

"Oh, Mitchie," Caitlyn put her arms around her friend and hugged her. "Come on, let's go and sit in the bedroom." Caitlyn took Mitchie's hand an pulled her up. They walked into the bedroom and Mitchie buried her face in her hands.

"Mitch, when did you find out?"

"Yesterday. I didn't realise I was late until I started throwing up, and I snuck out and went to the chemist and…"

"It's okay," Caitlyn gave Mitchie another hug.

"Does Shane know?" She asked. Mitchie shook her head. "Do you want me to kill him for you?"

"No, it's okay."

"Ha! You hesitated! I'm taking that as a yes!"

"Caitlyn!"

"Joking! Come on, you really think I would even attempt to destroy my boyfriend's brother… wait, don't answer that."

Mitchie couldn't help but laugh. Caitlyn and Shane argued pretty much 24/7.

"So what are you going to do with this baby?"

"I don't know."

"Adoption?"

"I don't think I'd like to grow up knowing my parents didn't want me."

"Abortion?"

"Caity! Are you serious?"

"It's an option!"

"Not with me it's not!"

"Well there's only one other thing."

"I know," said Mitchie, frustrated.

"Go ask Shane."

So she did exactly that. When Shane heard the news he was a mixture of happy, scared and excited. He wanted to keep the baby – he didn't see any problems, they were both nineteen, had finished school, they were at a good point in their careers – Mitchie had had three albums out and Connect three had finished their World Tour, and they had enough money to raise a child. It was Shane who kept Mitchie's spirits up.

It was hard to believe that that had happened seven years ago. Tomorrow her friends and family would be coming round to celebrate Elena's birthday. She put the photos back in the box and put the box back under her bed, smiling her huge grin that she (according to Caitlyn) was famous for.