This just kept plopping in my mind so i decided i had to write it down...Its a future fic so all the main characters are in their twenty's... I hope you like it please tell me what you think...
Chapter 1 - How to be a happy family
"Okay Miss Fabiano, relax." A friendly nurse told Miley when she arrived at the hospital and helped her to lie back on a bed.
"It's Mrs. Fabiano." Nine month pregnant Miley replied breathless.
"Sorry" The nurse replied friendly and started to check something on her clipboard. Lilly stood next to her holding her hand. After all she was still Miles best friend.
Sure the time had past and they were both adults now but Lilly was still always there when Miley needed her.
The world had long found out that she was Hannah Montana. At first she hated being followed by a thousand paparazzi by every step she took. But now she was cool with it and saw them sort of as friends.
"Where is Paul??" Miley said holding back a scream.
"I'm sorry. I tried to call him but I couldn't get through to him." Lilly told Miley and squeezed her hand.
She had met Paul, who was the father of her baby, once at one of her video shoots. They were married something over a year now. She remembered how she was attracted to him when their eyes first met. She remembered how she had to make out with him for the video and how they couldn't stop after the director yelled "cut". Everybody thought that it was just a short affair but the crush she had on him turned into love. They all said he is not the right guy for her and he is not a man to Seattle down.
Everybody thought she would become the wife of Nick Jonas, who had been her first love. They had been dating for two years but broke up because the press was going nuts talking about how Miley had cheated on him. She never did but after tons of rumors they argued too much and got paranoid.
"Ahhhhh!" Miley was brought back to reality by a strong contraction. She squeezed Lilly's hand and almost broke it as she did so.
Her Dad always said Paul was just using her but she knew better. He said he was an useless Hobo. Of cause he was not, but neither was he rich. He was an actor. An unemployed actor in fact but a tented one. People always said he was only with Miley because of the money and for attention.
Sure he loved attention but who doesn't?
And the fact that he left his pregnant girlfriend, who he already had a son with, to be with Miley didn't make the world like him any better.
At these times she hated being famous. The whole world couldn't stay out of her business. They all had to tell what's wrong and what's right as if she was still a little girl. They all couldn't accept that she grew up.
"Mrs. Fabiano are you ready?" The young doctor asked and put on rubber gloves.
"No, I want Paul to be here!" Miley whined. She didn't want to get this baby while her husband was where-ever with whoever.
He said he had to work, to do a commercial in Europe but that was exactly what he told his ex girlfriend when he went on tour with Miley and married her in Las Vegas.
Miley had always dreamed of a big fancy Wedding with all her family. Her wearing an extravagant white wedding dress. Being brought to the altar by her Dad and all that stuff.
But they were there and there was this cute little Chapel. And it just came over her. Her Dad and Jackson weren't too happy to fly out there in the middle of the night but she was grown up now and they didn't want to miss such a big day.
"Miley, Baby?" Paul ran into her room and kissed her forehead.
"Paul, I so glad you're here!" She said with a sight of release.
"I suppose you are Mr. Fabiano?"
Paul nodded excited. "Yes I am."
"I can already see the head..." The doctor exclaimed. "Now push." Miley pushed as hard as she could, feeling like her womb was cut with a knife.
"I knew he'd make it." Miley said though and pushed for the final time.
...
Miley lied in the hospital bad almost falling asleep. Paul sat down next to her playing with her fingers.
"Here is your baby girl." A young nurse said carrying the baby back in.
Miley reached out her arms for her daughter. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" She asked stroking over her head.
"Yes she is!" Paul replied looking down to his daughter. "I'm so proud on you." He added and kissed Miley's forehead.
"Monique Zoe Fabiano." Miley said after looking at her for a while.
"What?"
"Monique Zoe Fabiano, don't you think it would suit her?"
"Yeah, that's a beautiful name!"
Miley felt her eyes getting heavier and slowly felt asleep.
Paul wasn't too pleased when he first found out that she was pregnant. He said he wanted to have fun with her and doesn't want to share her. She hoped he would change his mind now that Monique was born. She wanted him to be a good dad and stop partying 24/7. She wanted him to stop worrying about expensive cars and sneakers and focus on her and the baby.
...
"Miles?" Lilly yelled from downstairs. Miley was compliantly merged in being a mom. And also Paul was doing a great job being a dad. He quit going out all night like he used to. He quit his trips to New York and Las Vegas with friends to be with his family.
"Shhh, you gonna wake Monique." Miley walked down in jogging suite a blanket thrown over her right shoulder. Her hair was tied back to a messy pony tail but Lilly had never seen her best friend happier. Miley loved being a mom and being married. Nobody could tell her what to do now. There was nobody who told her how to act for the cameras or how to act to be a successful teen star.
"Sorry." Lilly smiled. "Miley I'm sorry but I gotta go back to NY, you know work doesn't get done by itself."
Lilly was a designer for sports wear, mostly skater wear, in New York. She loved that work 'cause she could always hang out at skate competitions and skate herself. Somethings just never change; Lilly still loved skating.
"I'm gonna catch up with Jackson tomorrow, if you want I'll tell him to come here?"
Miley looked down, not knowing what to say. Since Jackson had gone to Collage in NY and started acting he had let fame getting to him. Miley was actually happy that he was successful and happy at what he was doing, but deep inside she knew he was only famous for being her brother. Actually nobody would have thought that that guy would ever make it into college.
"No, it's okay." She replied and forced a smile.
"Okay." Lilly nodded. She turned around 'cause she heard the horn of her cab outside. "I'll miss you so much." She told Miley and tried not to cry.
"You gotta call me every day!" Miley answered before hugging Lilly as tight as she could.
8 months later...
"Baby, how ya doing?" Paul walked into the living room of the Beverly Hills house and plopped on the couch next to Miley.
"Awesome. Oliver just left, he came over to help me with the baby and talk you know." She handed Paul the baby and kissed him before walking in the direction of the kitchen.
"You want something to eat?"
"Um...sure?" Paule followed her to the kitchen and sat down on the breakfast chair. He put Monique into her high chair and started to make faces to her.
Miley turned on the TV and took some spaghetti out. She put the spaghetti into the pot with the waiting water and listen to the TV for a little while.
It was talking about her not being a good mom. They said she already put a risk on the baby before it was even born. The proof was a picture of her walking out of Starbucks with a cup in her hand. Nobody said anything about the fact that she was just drinking tea. The next picture showed her in a pool with Paul topless. Nobody cared that they were married and the pool was on their private lot or that this had nothing to do with not being a good mom. And finally they showed a picture of her with the baby, that looked as if she was falling.
Miley sighed and changed the channel. She changed to cartoons. Cartoons were funny and they wouldn't judge you.
She got the spaghetti ala Miley for her and Paul ready and boiled a mush for Monique. Monique was growing so fast it felt like the time was going by in a blink of an eye.
"Da Da " Monique said when Paul started feeding her. Miley smiled, put her arm around Paul and kissed the top of his head.
3 months later...
Paul was playing with Monique in the back yard trying to teach her how to walk.
"Hey, Miles!" Miley walked over to him and kissed him.
"Hey, I gotta go, see ya latter." He kissed Monique on her cheek and Miley on her lips before he turned around and headed for the house.
"Wait! Where are you going again?"
"Just out with the guys. Don't worry baby."
Miley nodded and smiled weakly when Paul kissed her before he left. He was out with the guys a lot in the last month and also he spent a lot of time with Tanya, his ex girlfriend. Miley hated that but he wasn't there to be with her he was there to see his sons. Which he had a right to and she thought it was sweet of him.
"Okay then it's only gonna be you and me for the rest of the day..." She told Monique.
A/N: Okay that was chapter one constructive criticism is always appreciated.
