A/N: Hey. This story was deleted, so we decided to repost it, because we didnt really think it broke the rules, other than JB being real people. But anyways, this story will be continued. (:

Chapter 1

A flood of thoughts rushed through my head as I looked at the newborn baby lying in my arms, but my first thought was, she has his brown, wavy hair. Although it was only a small patch of hair, I knew that she was going to have the same exact hair, the hair I'd brush my hands through when we lay next to each other under the stars on late nights before he left. I sighed a breath of relief as I looked at the baby. My baby. After nine months of living hell, I had a baby. And her name was Aiden. Aiden Truscott.

I heard Miley gasp next to me, and I tilted my head, looking up and handing her the baby. Her brunette hair was pushed back in a high ponytail, and was still wearing the hospital scrubs. Although tired and worn out, her eyes still held a glimmer as she held Aiden in her arms, crying out for me. Her mother.

I would never get used to the fact that I was now going to be raising a child; I was 19, for crying out loud. And the fact that the father of the child is gone doesn't make it much better. I knew Miley was temporarily back, but I wasn't sure about him. Miley knew this was a sore subject with me, and didn't bother to bring it up.

I remember that day he first walked into the coffee shop I was working in. It was the 5th of February, and he opened the door swiftly, taking off the Ray-Bans that were sitting on the perch of his nose. He folded them up and put them in the back pocket of his white skinny jeans, then turned around and looked at the door expectantly, as if waiting for someone. Seconds later, two more guys walked in, looking around my age. They all looked alike, so I immediately assumed that they were brothers or related somehow. One, who looked like the youngest of the trio, had curly hair and chocolate-brown eyes, and the other had similarly curly hair and looked much like the younger, except, unlike both brothers, he had sideburns and was taller.

I felt a jolt of nervousness pang through my stomach as they approached the counter. All three were good looking, but the one that attracted me the most was the middle brother. He had the most amazing eyes I'd ever seen. He grinned at me, then turned his attention back to the menu.

"Hi, welcome to Josie's coffee shop. How may I help you?" I recited.

"Is it true that this coffee is better than Starbucks?" the eldest asked me. I giggled uncomfortably.

"Kevin, you cant just ask her a question like that!" the middle brother exclaimed, hitting his brother on the arm. "I apologize for him, he's just a crazy Starbucks fanatic. Can smell it from 2 miles away, it's crazy."

I smiled. "What can I get you this morning?"

The oldest, who I assumed was named Kevin, and the youngest both ordered, then we all looked at the middle brother. "Um, what do you recommend?" he asked me.

I blushed. What? I don't blush. This was so unlike me, I was usually 'one of the guys'. "Well, I don't know. I guess I love the lattes here."

"The latte it is, then," he replied. "By the way, I'm Joe. These are my brothers, Kevin and Nick."

I nodded. "It's nice to meet you," I smiled.

As soon as Nick and Kevin left to claim their drinks, Joe leaned in towards me. "Listen, will you go out with me? Saturday?" he whispered in my ear. Tingles went down my spine as I felt his hot breath in my ear.

"Saturday's perfect," I grinned, then looked around the cluttered counter for a piece of paper. I found a napkin, then took a pen and wrote down my number and address.

Joe looked at me, smiling, then went to claim his drink. He waved as he left, and as he pushed open the glass door, he yelled, "See you Saturday!"

I was really nervous about going on the date after knowing him for less than five minutes, but I knew that there was something about him. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew that he'd be a keeper.

It took one date for us to be inseparable. Kevin drove us, since Joe confided in me that he wasn't ready to get his license quite yet, although he was already 17. We went to a quiet Italian restraunt, and we sat talking until the owners shooed us out at closing time. I found that I was more myself when I was with him than when I was with anyone else. He knew how to cheer me up when I would come running to his house after curfew, crying that my parents weren't getting along again. He would lay a comforting hand on my back, rubbing it and whispering comforting words into my ear as I fell asleep in his bed. He'd make sure I was sleeping, then go downstairs and stay in the guest bedroom for the night. His parents told him that it was alright for me to stay with them, as long as we slept in separate rooms, and Joe wanted to keep our late nights going for as long as possible. He was not only my boyfriend, but my best friend, and always there for me. Miley and I would still hang out constantly, but it wasn't the same. When my parents finally got a divorce, I found that I was running to him.

Two years into our relationship, we got into a huge fight, and not like the usual squabbles that were held weekly. After doors were slammed, there were late nights with Ben & Jerry's and a box of tissues every night for a week. Every night that I wasn't with him was hard, and I constantly wanted to call or text him, but knew he needed his space.

Three days later, I found out that my father slipped into a coma. Apparently, he had cancer and never told me or my mother. The next day, he died.

At his funeral, my mother, grandmother, and I all stood next to his casket as a line of people came to say a word with us and look at his body. Many people and strangers came up to tell me how much my father meant to them. I fake smiled to each and acted like I didn't care, but truth was, I did. By the last person in line, tears were welling up in my eyes and I lowered my head so that it wouldn't be visible to whoever was standing in front of me. I needed to be strong for my mother. I knew she was taking it the hardest, and I needed to be there for her; to be her rock like Joe had been for me. I felt a sturdy hand lift up and brush away my tears. I looked up to meet his gaze. My blue eyes met his, and standing in front of him, I burst into tears. I could care less that people were now staring. Joe put his arms around my small frame and hugged me tightly. At first, I budged, not wanting to hug him back, but I gave in. Like I always did. Salty tears wet his white button up shirt under his black blazer, but he didn't even blink an eye. I knew I was instantly forgiven. He was there for me, like he'd been for the past 2 years, and didn't fall asleep or roll his eyes while I sat in the living room of his house that night, letting my feelings pour into words, about my anger towards my father for not telling me, and my sadness, knowing that he would no longer be in my life.

3 months later, The Jonas Brothers became one of the top known bands in the world. The boys ended up always being busy with concerts, meet and greets, interviews, but I wasn't disappointed. All three had worked for it, and deserved it. Nick tended to be the least busy of all three, so I found myself starting to talk to him more often than usual. He always picked up when I needed to talk and Joe wasn't available, and became one of my best friends.

A year later, Joe called me, wanting to meet. I met him at the beach that night, and he told me that The Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana were going on a worldwide tour for a whole entire year. I knew about Hannah Montana being gone for tour, and Miley and I had said our goodbyes that night, but not about The Jonas Brothers.

My mouth dropped in surprise. "What? Why didn't you tell me? When are you leaving?"

"I just found out yesterday… I didn't know how to tell you. But we're going to visit. I promise. We'll be back in the US in about 9 months or so."

"When are you leaving?" I asked him, lowering my gaze and focusing on the sand underneath me as if it fascinated me.

"You see… um…"

"Spit it out, Joe," I urged. He didn't seem to understand how much this was hurting me.

"Tomorrow morning."

"What?" I yelled. "Are you joking me? I'm your girlfriend, Joe. Why didn't you tell me sooner? We could've spent the day together before you leave for a whole entire year."

"Lilly, please understand. There's no way that I could possibly say no to the tour."

"Whatever, Joe." Did he seriously expect that he could just come and tell me 12 hours before he was leaving across the world and expect me to be happy for him?

"No, Lilly, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I love you."

"What?" I asked, surprised. He never told me that before; he told me that he was waiting to say it until he was sure that he loved me. Besides, we had been fighting the past month or so constantly.

"Lilly, I love you. And I know that I'm only 20, but I already want to be with you forever." He looked down at the purity ring that was sitting on his ring finger, then fiddled with it.

I took a deep breath of air. "I love you too, Joe," I answered, leaning in and kissing him, feeling his soft lips on mine.

He kissed me back, and before I knew it, we were in a heated make-out session. I broke away quickly when I realized what was happening.

"Joe," I panted, "Are you sure? I mean, aren't you waiting till marriage?"

"I might regret this in the morning, but right now, all I want is you. I can't see myself with anyone else but you." He took off his purity ring, then placed it in the palm of my hand.

That night, in the warm California air, I lost my virginity to Joe Jonas. The next morning, he left, along with his brothers and Miley on their world tour. I was alone; my mother was never home, and my best friends were gone.

After throwing up all morning for an entire week, missing my period, and feeling unusually tired, I began to grow worried. There was no way that I, of all people, was pregnant. I mean, it was only once! Besides, I was starting college at USC in two months!

The Monday after they left, I grew tired of wondering and guessing, and drove to the nearest CVS. I bought a pregnancy test and two watermelons, which I was starting to crave, and as soon as I got home, I took the test.

When I looked at the tiny plus sign, I almost fainted. It couldn't be right. There was no possibly way that it could be right. I took my cell phone out of my sweatshirt pocket and skimmed through my contacts, looking for someone I could call. Someone to talk to, and someone who could drive me to the hospital. This had to be guaranteed before I started panicking. Miley wouldn't be able to pick up, I knew she was going to be busy.

I lost hope, but as I reached the bottom of the address book, I saw Oliver's name. I hadn't talked to him since the high school graduation last month, and I felt kind of bad.

I clicked on his name and heard the phone ring a few times before he picked up. He sounded like he just woke up, even though it was already 1 in the afternoon.

"Ollie? It's Lilly," I said, hoping that he was going to be in town for the next 9 months.

"Of course. Hey, Lils, what's up?"

"Um, nothing, can you take me to the hospital?" I asked. I didn't have access to a car since my mom was gone at work, so I usually relied on Joe or Miley to take me places.

"Of course. Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine. I'll call right now and schedule an appointment, then text you what time to pick me up."

"Alright. Lil, I miss hanging out with you. Are you sure everything is okay? Is Joe alright? They're on tour with Miley, right?"

"Yeah. I just miss him a lot, and there's kind of something going on right now, but I'll explain later."

"Okay. I'll talk to you later, then."

"Alright. Hey, Oliver?"

"Yeah, Lilly?"

"Thanks."

"No problem, Lil. No problem," he answered, then we both hung up.

I went to the doctor that afternoon and she confirmed that I was indeed going to have a baby. I told Oliver beforehand in the car, and I didn't even need to ask him to come in with me. He sat beside me the entire time the doctor explained the symptoms and classes that I should take and held my hand through the whole thing. Afterwards, as we were walking back out to his car, he assured me that he was willing to take childbirth and Lamaze classes with me, and that he wasn't going to let me go through the whole experience alone. I smiled, and knew that Oliver was going to be a great father and husband to someone lucky someday, even if that wasn't me. Oliver was just my friend and was always going to be just a friend.

The nine months following were the worst of my life. I was always extremely moody, had major food cravings, the baby would kick and move around, my boyfriend wasn't calling or texting that much anymore, if at all, my senses were on high alert, I had to go pee almost every hour, I had to attend childbirth classes that weren't exactly fun, and I was never quite myself anymore. Yeah, the year of hell.

Then, the night before, my water broke. Oliver, who was sitting with me in the kitchen while we made cookies, rushed me to the hospital, and now, here I was with a newborn baby in my arms. Miley had come in to Malibu that night, so she was also able to make it.

I heard the door creak open and saw Oliver walk in with two bottles of water, handing one to Miley. Miley took it and handed Aiden to me. I swayed her to sleep, and eventually I got the chance to catch up on some sleep, too.

When I woke up, I was in a different room. Aiden was no longer in my arms, and I assumed she was being cleaned and measured, and I noticed a few vases of flowers. I looked to my left, seeing Miley and Oliver sitting close on the couch. Miley was reading a magazine and Oliver was texting on his sidekick cell phone. They both looked up, seeing me awake.

They both smiled, and Miley rushed over to give me a hug. "Listen, um, there's someone who wants to see you," she said nervously.

"Who?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Um, well, you see, the brothers all sort of know my secret now. The whole me being Hannah Montana thing. And, well, I might have accidentally slipped to Nick, uh, why I was coming here."

I glared at her. "Miley!" I whined. "He's so going to tell Joe!"

"I don't know why you don't want Joe to know," Oliver piped up, then shut up once he saw the glare I gave him.

"No," Miley assured, "He promised he wouldn't tell anyone."

I sighed a breath of relief, and Miley opened the door, revealing the curly-haired brother. "Nick!" I squealed, giving him a hug.

"Easy there, Lilly, you just gave birth to a baby," he laughed. We ended up talking for hours on end, catching up on the last nine months. He told me about the tour and I told him about the months of hell; in other words, the baby.

"So you skipped your first year of college?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me? Exams, papers, plus a baby. Yeah right."

"That's true. But still, USC is an amazing school to get into."

"Yeah, thanks. You just made me feel so much better. So how is Joe?" I asked wearily, unsure if I was ready for the answer.

"Joe is… Joe's okay. He's definitely not the same as he used to be."

"Why… why did he stop calling and texting me? Did he find someone new?" My voice was shaky, and I had a feeling that tears weren't far away.

"He… to tell you the truth, I don't even know. Me and Kevin noticed his different behavior a while ago… but I'm sure he's just sad that he had sex with you and then left."

The nurse then came in, letting me know that I was going to be released the next morning with Aiden. After assuring them that I was going to be okay, Oliver, Miley, and Nick left the hospital to get some sleep and food.

The next morning, Miley picked Aiden and me up from the hospital. I bought a small apartment a few months after I found out about her and the baby crib was already set up in my room (I wasn't ready to get a nursery quite yet), so as soon as we got home, I put her to sleep and took a nap myself.

I woke back up around 7 in the evening to Aiden's cries. I sighed, walking across the carpeted floor to where she was crying. I realized that she hadn't eaten in hours and her diaper most likely was needing to be changed.

I changed her diaper first, which calmed her down instantly, then walked into the kitchen. Oliver told me that he put the baby food somewhere, but I couldn't remember. I fished my cell phone out of my purse that was resting on a chair, then opened it. '8 Missed Calls: Joe', it read. There was no way that I would call him back, because if I did, he'd want to see me, then somehow find out about the baby. I listened to the messages, one by one, finding myself in tears as I heard Joe's comforting voice ring through the phone.

Hey, Lil, It's me. Joe. Um, listen, can you call me back? I'm back in Malibu and I really want to see you soon, so yeah. I'll talk to you later. Love you.

Lilly, it's me again. Joe. Your boyfriend. Just wanted to see if you were back from wherever you are yet, but I guess not. Call me back.

Lil, baby, pick up the damn phone. I need to see you soon.

Alright, this is getting old. You better not be mad at me, because I haven't done anything. I think. Yeah, right. This is just the first time you're calling in what, 5 months?

I promise I'll make you cookies when we see each other again. I'll even buy you tickets to your favorite band. You know, other than the Jonas Brothers. See, he didn't even know my favorite band anymore! Call me back, babe. Love ya.

I swear, this is the last message. Please, Lilly. I need to hear your voice. Come on, pick up the phone. I've been calling you for the past hour!

You know what, fine! No, seriously. This will be the last call, and then I'll leave you alone. Kevin, shut up. No, I'm not obsessed. Okay, I gotta go. Kevin is pestering me again. Holy shizzle, that's a long word. Call me back. Love ya.

I rolled my eyes, wiping away the tears. Whatever, Joe. Just ignore me and then come back home and expect everything to be peachy fine? Don't think so. Not going to happen.

I called Oliver, finding out where the baby food was, then prepared the jar of baby food for Aiden. I spoon-fed it to her and she slurped it up. Yep, she definitely had some of Joe's traits.

That night, I put Aiden to bed, the moonlight shining down on her as she lay peacefully in her crib, her baby pink blanket tucked under her chin. A small tear trickled down my cheek as I lay back down in my own bed, and I knew that it was going to be another one of those nights. One of the nights I cried myself to sleep, wishing that there was someone there for me, willing to help me through it. Someone who could take away all the bad memories and make new ones. Someone who could help me with the biggest obstacle in my life at this point: raising a child.