Selena's POV

"Hello?" I answered the phone after I checked the caller ID, Miley Ray. "Hey, Sel, how're you?" Miley asked warmly. "Oh, hi, Miles! I'm great! You?" I replied cheerfully. "Um, yeah. We need to talk. I'll call Mandy and Em, you call Demi. We'll meet up somewhere?" Miley said nervously. "Uh, sure, okay. Starbucks in half an hour?"

"Deal. See you, Selly."

"Bye, Miles."

I was worried about my friend. Miley was naturally a bright, upbeat person, so I knew that this was something serious. I dialed Demi's number. "Hi, Lena! Babe, what's up?" Demi said brightly. I felt myself smile. "Hey, Demi, can we meet up with the girls at Starbucks in half an hour? Miles called me and she said she needed to talk." Demi replied, "Really? Well, sure, okay. See you then. Bye, Lena."

"Okay. Bye, see you."

General POV

In thirty minutes time, the five girls were sitting at a table at Starbucks. Selena, Demi, Emily and Mandy had ordered lattes and cappuccinos, but Miley just ordered a glass of orange juice. "So, Miles, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Emily asked conversationally.

"I'm pregnant," Miley blurted out, her eyes transfixed on her glass. Her friends stared at her in shock. "You guys, say something," she pleaded nervously. Demi was the first to speak up, "Oh my God, you're pregnant?" Getting slightly agitated, Miley responded curtly, "That's what I said."

Mandy interjected, "How can you be so sure? Pregnancy tests aren't always accurate." Emily nodded in agreement. "I used four, and all of them turned positive. So, I figured out it's accurate after all," Miley shot back sarcastically. Selena said gently, "But you should check with a doctor first. You got to make sure everything is okay."

Suddenly, tears welled up in Miley's blue eyes. "Miley?" Demi asked uncertainly, putting an arm around her. Her friend wept, "I'm scared. What would Nick think? And my parents? The press? I can't handle this right now." Emily raised an eyebrow, "You haven't told Nick?"

Miley shook her head, "I just can't. We're too young. I mean, getting married at twenty is fine; we love each other to death. But a baby? We've only been married all of eight months. It's not gonna work. This is going to ruin us!" Selena squeezed her hand consolingly, not quite knowing what to say.

"Miley, he was ready to marry you at age nineteen. All this responsibility comes with marriage, and he should know that. He should be prepared by now; he should know the consequences," Mandy said quietly. Her best friend sighed, "I don't know. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. It's going to be hard to tell him. You never know how he's going to react."

Emily piped up, "You'll never know if you don't try, Miles," supported by nods from Demi and Selena. Miley closed her eyes momentarily, "I will try. We'll see how it goes."

Nick's POV

"You look so beautiful," I complimented my wife as she slowly walked down the stairs toward me. A delicate pink creeped up her cheeks, "Shut up, Nick. You love to embarrass me, don't you?" She slipped her soft hand into mine and led me to the dining room.

"Wow, what's the special occasion?" I asked curiously as I eyed the massive spread of food on the dining table. Miley smirked, "Sit first, eat, and only then will I tell you." I obligingly sat at my place at the head of the table while she made her way to the end.

During dessert, my curiosity was getting the better of me. "Miley, what is it that you wanted to say—I'm so curious," I complained. She raised an eyebrow, "Getting impatient, are we?" I scowled and she sighed.

"Alright. But you have to promise me one thing, Nicky."

"Anything."

"Don't get mad alright?"

I was confused; why would I be? But I promised anyway, "I promise I won't get mad."

"I'm pregnant."

I fell silent. Whatever it was, this was something I never expected. In a daze, I asked, "Are you sure?" A fake smile crossed Miley's features, "Yes. I'm 100 percent positive." I swallowed, "Um, I, uh, don't know what to, um, say."

Suddenly, she pushed her chair back and got up, tears streaming down her face. "I get it, Nick. You need some time to think. I'll leave you to do just that," a nearly hysterical sob escaped her lips before she ran up the stairs.

"Miley!" I called out, frustrated.

"Leave me alone!" she yelled back.

I threw my eating utensils on the plate. My frustration was beyond words now. How easily she accused me. I sighed and made my way to the den.

"Nicholas Jerry Jonas, what the hell have you done?" I muttered.

Hey, peeps! So, what do y'all think of my first chapter? I promise, this story is gonna be good! I've written out the chapters already, and I'm just gonna post them up bit by bit, so as not to make y'all wait ;) BTW, this is set a couple of years into the future, when the Disney kids are all grown up. I am NOT gonna write one of those teen pregnancy stories! Haha, but they're still pretty young in this story. But when you're Niley, you can do everything. :) XOXO.