Oy! I don't own Hannah Montana, okay?

This is strictly AU.

Lilly kept her eyes fixated in front of her as she sat in the back of the training room, her mind determined take in the information her manager was trying to peruse to them. All of the hourly supervisors were in the room, an hour into the meeting, and all she could focus on was the fact that she had been feeling stomach pains. Placing her hand on her stomach, she flinched, trying not to seem obvious. But his eyes were on her every movement, and she knew she wasn't going to be able to fool him. He was worried just as much as she was.

Eight months into her pregnancy, there was no way she couldn't be going to labor now. Not yet. It had to have been the baby kicking way to hard. Turning to him, she just smiled.

"He's a little fussy…"

Then, just as she said that, she felt her water break, and his phone was quickly out of his pocket, calling the doctor. Everyone's attention turned to her, and she lat out frustrated scream. "I think I'm going into labor…"

"Okay, everyone the meeting is done," their manager, Kelly, said and was soon at Lilly's side. "Oliver, did you call an ambulance?"

"Yeah…" he nodded and turned to one of the last few supervisors left. "But they said it'd be faster for us to take her, so…"

That was a lie. He didn't call the ambulance, no one does when the hospital is only five minutes away. He called the doctor, my personal doctor. Seems strange, doesn't it? My assistant manager has my gynecologist programmed in his phone.

Before I get to that little factor, though, I suppose it would be wise for me to tell you who I am. Lillian Ann Truscott. I'm twenty, part-time college student, and live in the sunny state of California. I work (or am I slave? I still question it…) for one of the biggest retail chain companies… Pepper. I love my job mainly because of the people I work for. My current position is what they call an hourly supervisor of the grocery department. I basically order, feature, and do paperwork.

See, at my job there are certain rules between and hourly supervisor and a salary manager. You can't be friends. Not really. You can't hang out, and you can't date. I've been working there for six years, and I've had several managers come and go, some attractive, but I've never had a problem with being attached to any of them.

I know your intelligent but in case you aren't, let me fill you in a little secret: I slept with my manager. A bad choice? A right one? Well, as you can tell, no matter how you can look at it, the situation happened, and both of us are facing the consequences.

So let me just keep you paused on this scene, and let me rewind so you can see what exactly happened that led me to this, and just how it is that we managed to keep this little escapade a secret for so long.

Author's Note: This is the monologue. Obviously, short but gives you an idea what the story is going to be about. Hope you enjoy, another chapter will come along soon, I promise.

Love, Tricia