Gah, I have problems, So what is this? Like my 20th story? Lol um... I don't even know how I'm gonna have time for this considering I'm also in the process of writing like 3 other stories? ahhaa um. Yeah, like seriously though. This is getting a ridiculous, lol. It's just so many ideas pop into my head, and i'm like "i should do that" and then I start writing, and the next thing I know, I have like 4 stories in the making, and then sometimes I never have time for them, and then I feel bad. So just a warning, I will not be updating everyday! I just don't have the time lol.

Also, if you read my other stories, you'll know that I usually use the name Noah, ahahah. I like that name okay? haahah.

Chapter One

The fourth Birthday

"Hanna, I'm going to pay you for the cake." Spencer insisted, as Hanna finished the last touches of the super hero themed cake.

"No Spencer. Just take as a gift, from me to him. It wasn't made for you. It was made for him?" Hanna nodded to Noah as she finished writing the 'y' in happy birthday on his home made birthday cake, Hanna had made especially for him. Hanna was on her way of being a baker, after a year of trying to decide what she wanted to be, she had decided on opening up her own bakery. She took some cooking classes, but college wasn't exactly her forte. She had attended for a year, but had dropped out, causing her mother to flip. Although, with all the money she had left over, she had taken a risk, she had leased a building, and started her own bakery. Hanna was a natural. Those cooking classes only made her better. Three years later, all her hard work paid off. Han's baked goods, was a huge success. Hanna was doing great for her self, and her friends and family were proud. Although, they had their doubts, Hanna had proved them wrong. "Wasn't it?" She asked, her voice slightly more playful, than it had been with Spencer.

The little boy nodded absent-mindedly, his blue eyes ogling the cake, and his little pink lips covered in drool. He was propped up on the on the chair, leaning forward on the counter, looking as if he was plotting to take some frosting off the alluring cake in any second. "Mommy it's my cake," He said defensively as if someone was going to take it away. "I'll share, but you're not getting the whole thing!" He said his little round blue eyes furrowed, looking up at her seriously.

"That's very nice of you, but It looks like a pretty good cake, you might have to do something for me in return." She said looking down at him in his round blue eyes. She loved him, she loved everything about him, but she desperately wished that he had gotten the domestic gene like most people, and would have brown eyes like hers. Instead of those baby blue eyes, that matched his fathers.

"What?" He asked pouting, his lower lip out.

"Take a bath, and go get ready for your party." She said more seriously this time.

"How do I know, that you wont take my cake away?" He asked her squinting.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get some cake, if you listen to your mommy." Hanna said from across the counter. He shifted his little blue orbs between the two.

"Okay." He sighed happily, as Spencer picked him off of the stool, he was once sitting on to see his cake, that he just had to see. Spencer took him off the chair, and set him on the floor. She grabbed his hand and they made their way to the bathroom to start preparing the little boy for his birthday party.

He was turning four, it was incredible. Four years have passed since he was born. She never imagined to be four years out of high school, and have a child. Hell, her whole life was unexpected. She never expected to be working at her best friend's bakery working to pay for a not so good apartment she shared with that friend, so she could take care of her four year old. She didn't expect to taking classes gradually to be a editor. Her life was the definition of unexpected, and sometimes those surprises, they were grand. Like Noah, he was defiantly a surprise, who ever plans to get pregnant in high school? When she found out she was pregnant, she was a mess, and she had some options. A was still hot on her tail, and she wasn't in a good state. It wasn't safe for her. It wouldn't be safe for the baby, she considered abortion, but she just couldn't bring her self to do it. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, but since the day she was born, her life wasn't easy. She was born into the high strung Hastings family. At that point in her life, before she found out about that little fetus growing inside her, she was in a deep depression, she felt so empty, she wished she had just died. She didn't see a purpose in going on because she would never be able to move on. What reason did she have to be here anyway? Her parents never cared about her, her sister would be happy if she was never born, and her half brother probably wouldn't care either. Her friends had their boyfriends, or girlfriends, they would soon forget about her, while they grew old with them, while Spencer was alone. Because the one person who seemed to care about her most, the person who seemed to love her the most, the person she was so in love with turned out to be a fraud. Turned out to be someone she didn't even know, turned out that he was the person who made her life hell, when she thought he made her life heaven. Turned out he never actually loved her at all. It was all just a game, a sick and evil game.

For two weeks, she cried her self to sleep, whether that sleep took place during the morning, the afternoon, or the evening, that's all she had been doing. Sleeping, crying, throwing up, and although she hadn't had the appetite, her friends, and parents forced her to eat something every now and then. To her parents it was just a silly break up, only her friends knew the whole truth.

Well not quite, it seemed to all happen so fast, that she had never told them who she had lost her virginity too. A, she had lost her virginity to A. A had literally taken every thing from her, and she was practically passing it out like Halloween candy on October 31rst. Everything had happened so fast. A month after he had stolen her virginity, he had stomped on her stolen heart, revealed to be A. Now two weeks later, she had barely left her bed. She had barely talked. She was like a zombie, after awhile, all her friends would do when they came over was stare, because what were they supposed to say? 'It would be okay' ? They would simply be lying. Things weren't getting any better, they were getting worse.

Although, the at least the worst was over. Nothing, absolutely nothing could cause her this much pain. This terribly emotionally pain, that somehow turned into a physical pain. Her body ached, and she literally felt sick every day. A broken heart, is the worst kind of disease. The worst thing that could ever possibly happen. Spencer felt so pathetic, so foolish, so helpless.

What was she doing? Lying in bed everyday, just thinking. About him. Or just about nothing. She wasn't going to school, she wasn't doing her homework her friends brought to her every day, she wasn't eating, she had barely showered, and only showered so she could bawl in private, when she told her mother, or father she was okay. But she wasn't.

A knock at the door, and Spencer could hardly believe her eyes. Melissa. Spencer looked awful. She hadn't showered since a couple days ago, and her outfit was stained with mid-morning throw up. Her hair was a complete mess, and her mocha eyes were pink from previous tears, and puffed. Melissa, of course, looked perfect. But, Spencer actually didn't care. She didn't care, that Melissa was perfect, and she was a complete disaster. It just didn't seem to matter anymore, nothing seemed to matter...

"Hey," She said hesitantly. Spencer didn't say anything. "Are you okay?" She asked, as if she actually cared. Her parents probably told her to go check on her, and Melissa, being Melissa, followed orders, maintaining her perfect daughter award. "I heard you've been skipping school. Spencer that's so unlike you." She said taking a seat at the end of her bed. Spencer, gulped. "You and Toby, you broke up." She said offering a small sad smile. Spencer, cringed at the name but, managed a nod.

"What happened?" She asked.

'The usual. We broke up because he turned out to only be using me, and has been torturing me this whole time.' She thought. "Why do you care?" She said, her voice more vulnerable then harsh, like she was intending.

"You're my sister. I care about you, even if you don't think I do." She said tilting her head. She almost sounded genuine... "Look," She said after a pregnant pause. "They'll be other guys, you're a Hastings, you don't even have to try, and guys will be at your feet." Melissa said with another small sad smile.

Spencer felt her stomach tumble, and a nauseous feeling starting up again. She picked the bucket off the floor, she had supplied her self, just in case she had thrown up yet again that morning.

"Were you drinking?" Melissa asked. "I won't tell."

She shook her head.

"Well, are you sick?" Melissa asked furrowing her eye brows.

"I don't know. Can you just let me go back to sleep?" Spencer pleaded pulling a blanket over her head.

"Spencer," She sighed stepping off the bed, and to the other side of Spencer's bed. She pulled the covers back, "Spencer, you should go see a doctor. You don't need to be getting sick on top of this." Melissa said, giving her the look of pity. Spencer groaned.

"If I go, will you just leave me alone?" Spencer asked, frowning. Melissa looked to give it some thought, but nodded, and said yes. Then made her way out of Spencer's room, giving her one last look of sympathy, before closing the door, and making an appointment for her little sister to see the doctor.

When born she considered her options, she was barely eighteen, and she had a baby. A baby whom she would have to take care of on her own. By that time, A was gone, luckily. If she gave him up for adoption, he could probably live a better life, with two parents, instead of an eighteen year old mother, who would smother him. She would probably be over protective, but how could she not be? But, how could she trust anyone with her son? Asides her self? Besides, she couldn't give him up. He was her everything, the reason she didn't end it all. He gave her a purpose at her darkest times, and she needed to be there for him. She needed to make sure he had the best life he could possibly have. And the only way to assure that, was that she took care of him.

"Mommy, why are you crying? Are you sad?" He asked worriedly, his big blue eyes sad, and his little tiny hand caressing her cheek, where the tear had fell.

"You're just growing up so fast." She said shaking smiling sadly.

"Should I stop? Will you stop being sad, and stop crying then?" He asked his blue eyes glued on her, as he pet her face with his hand.

"No, honey." She laughed. "You have to grow up, as much as I don't like it. Everyone has to grow up." She said.

"Well I don't have too." he hummed. "I can go to that place! The um...um ever land! So I won't grow up, and you won't be sad!" He said his blue eyes sparkled as they grew bigger with excitement.

"Well, then we have another big problem. I would miss you way to much!" She said poking his stomach, which triggered him to giggle.

"No silly, you come too! And Auntie Hannie, and Auntie Emmy, and Auntie Arie, and Uncly Ezra, And Uncly Caleb, and the kids at school, and Malcolm-" He babbled, getting more excited by the second.

"Neverland." She corrected him with a smirk. "And, before we go anywhere, I have to remind you that we have your birthday party to go to later." She smiled knowingly, "And there's a cake, literally with your name on it." She cocked her head with a smirk.

"Oh yeah!" He chimed eagerly. "When? Where!?" He said his little legs about to run out of the room.

"Wait, wait, wait." She said holding his little hands in hers. "Can I get a hug first?" She asked opening her arms, and he gladly accepted wrapping his tiny arms around his mother, who hugged back tightly for a rather long time. Which made him groan, "Mommy, can we go see the cake now?" he whined.

"Fine, Fine." She released him out of her embrace, "But, remember, we are just looking, not touching, or eating. We have to eat lunch first, and the cake is for the party later." She told him as she followed the running four year old out of the room.

"Auntie Hannie!" The four year old yelled running towards the kitchen. "Mommy, said I could have the whole cake!"

"Did she really?" Hanna narrowed her eyes on the eager four year old, and then up at Spencer.

"I don't remember saying that Noah." Spencer said titling her head, and narrowing her eyes at him.

"I know." He said sadly. "I'm sorry, I lied. But, can I pretty please have at least some frosting?" He begged, "Please, Please, Please!" He pleaded, now pulling the puppy dog face. After seeing that face, Hanna already knew the outcome of the situation. She pulled out a spoon, and made her way to the excess frosting. No one, could say no to that face. He didn't even have to pull the puppy dog face, to get what he wanted. He was just so adorable naturally, that it just seemed wrong to say no to those big blue eyes, messy dark brown hair, and his little cute chin dimple. No one, not even Spencer could say no to the little four year old, if he only knew his powers.

So next chapter will have more flashbacks, and introduce some characters, and also something else. So keep reading xx

And please tell me what you think. (: