I tied my curly hair in messy ponytail and picked up my phone from the bed. I walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen, pressing the digits on my phone that I knew by heart. I put the phone to my ear and removed a carton of grape juice. I also took a glass and poured some grape juice in it.

It was my birthday I wanted to make sure my boyfriend was coming. It was not gonna be big, just close friends. None of my close family could come.

'Hey, Joe. Where are you? The party begins in six hours.' I said, already excited.

His phone sounded as if he was in a hurry 'I know. I am doing an interview. I will call you later. Okay?'

I asked, my heart beating a little fast, 'you will be here, right?'

His voice sounded soft now, 'Babe I will be there. Love you.'

I smiled, somehow convinced 'I love you more.'

Joe chuckled and then the phone disconnected. I sighed,sipping the juice out of the glass. I tried to push back the broken feeling which doubted that Joe would come because of the history. He never showed up or was always late whenever there was an important event for me. Like a album launch party or just a family get togethers.

But this time things sure were different. It's my 21st birthday party and our relationship has kind of grown. We have been together for almost 3 years now.

I gazed out of the kitchen window, the snow had covered my lawn and it looked like heaven. I put my glass down in the sink, wore my boots that were lying on the floor and a coat to protect my body from the cold shivering winds that were blowing outside. I opened the back door and the freezing air made my body shivered.

I slowly walked out in the lawn, enchanted by the feel of snow under my boots. I hugged myself and spoke to the air 'Happy birthday, Taylor!'

I heard a car arriving and sure enough it parked right in my property. I walked around the house to the front side. Sure enough Nick's mercedes was standing there. Nick stepped out of the passenger seat and then walked to the passenger seat and helped her out.

'Oh my ', I heard myself saying as I looked at Miley's belly. It had grown much.

'Hey happy birfffday' Miley said hugging me.

Nick was next, 'Happy birthday, Tay!'

I smiled big 'Oh thank you guys so much.'

'We are here to help you setup things' Nick said.

We started walking towards the house 'Oh there is nothing much y

to do except put the food that will arrive in a while in trays. I have got some guys to handle the cocktails.'

Miley walked in the house 'Well then we can just talk. Oh I need to pee.'

Miley walked away to my bedroom and I and Nick sat on the couch.

'She has got real big...' I whispered.

'Don't mention it in front of her. She will kill you. I died yesterday. Twice.'

I put my hand on my mouth, laughing. 'Has the baby started kicking yet?'

'Nope.' Nick said, keeping an eye at my bedroom door. 'The doctor said not to worry. Some babies are just lazy.'

'And as its a Jonas baby I agree.' I joked.

'Hey whats that suppose to mean?'

'Oh please,' I said rolling my eyes, 'I had to practically kick Hoe out of his bed on your wedding day.'

Nick nodded 'Worst best man ever. See the irony?'

'Yes! I always do.'