Author's note: I'm so excited for this sequel! This first chapter is pretty short, but I just wanted to get something started. I really appreciate all the reviews I've received on my writing so far, so please keep them coming! Next chapter coming ASAP.

Chapter One: Happy Birthday

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I've got it. Oh, maybe grab that side? This is kind of heavy; I don't want to drop it!" Amy James and Denise Jonas emerged from the Jonas family kitchen, birthday cake in hand.

"Happy birthday to you…" Amy began to sing. The rest of the Jonas family joined in as she set the cake down in front of Kevin. He looked down with wide eyes, blowing out all twenty-three candles in one breath as the singing subsided.

"This looks amazing," Kevin said. He used an index finger to scoop frosting from the side of the cake, bringing it to his lips with a smile on his face.

"It's a lot of cake for seven people, but I couldn't decide what kind to make! Each layer is a different flavor," Amy explained, pointing to the cake's three tiers. Kevin motioned for her to come join him, and she happily obliged, climbing into his lap.

"I helped!" Frankie chimed in.

"He sure did; Frankie rules! He measured out every single ingredient." Amy reached across the dining table to give the youngest Jonas a high five. She glanced around the room at the rest of the family, thinking about how blessed the last two years made her feel.

After their official coming out as a couple, the buzz around Kevin and Amy had slowly died down. She had returned to her hometown for a short while, but the two quickly decided they couldn't stand the distance. Feeling she owed him so much, she made the move to California. She left behind her job and family on the East Coast, becoming a fixture on every Jonas Brothers tour and photo shoot. Her constant presence felt too routine for the paparazzi, causing the media to leave them in relative peace. When the band's touring contract finally ended the Jonas family began an indefinite break from the music business in the comfort of their own home. For reputation's sake Amy had her own apartment, but at the present she practically lived at the sprawling Jonas mansion.

"That was delicious, Amy," Mrs. Jonas commented as she finished her slice of cake. All of her children nodded in agreement, clinking their forks on their plates.

"Thanks, Denise. It was the least I could do for you all." Amy jumped off Kevin's lap and made her way around the table, collecting the family's dirty dishes.

"Let me help you; we'll let our boys relax." Mrs. Jonas held the kitchen door open, ushering Amy over to the sink.

"Amy, can I talk to you for a minute?" Mrs. Jonas asked as she rinsed off the last of the dishes.

"Of course." Amy nodded. Mrs. Jonas dried her hands on the closest dish towel, and then threw Amy off guard by jumping up to take a seat on the counter.

"Wow, Denise! I didn't think we were allowed to do that," Amy laughed.

"Oh, I know you kids do this all the time! So come on, humor me." Mrs. Jonas patted the counter top next to her.

"Okay," Amy obliged, pulling herself up onto the counter, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, I just wanted to thank you."

"Thank,me, Denise? I should be thanking you! I'll be thanking your entire family for the rest of my life; you are the nicest, most generous people I've ever known."

"Amy, honey, you deserve it all and so much more. You have made Kevin happier than I've ever seen him, and our whole family loves you for that. You're the daughter I've always wanted! You're a good friend to all my sons; even Frankie can't stop talking about you. I just wanted to let you know how welcome you are in our family." Amy could feel the tears well up in her eyes as she listened to Mrs. Jonas speak. She'd never been as close to her own mother as she was to Kevin's, and she found herself overwhelmed.

"Aw, Amy, you're going to make me cry! Let's go back out there before they start wondering what happened to us." The pair hopped off the counter and reentered the dining room.

"Kevin, did you have a good birthday?" Mrs. Jonas asked, wrapper her arms around her eldest son.

"One of the best," Kevin spoke with a grin.

"Glad to hear it, son. I think we should all get some rest. That means you, Frankie." Kevin's father pointed to the youngest family member.

"Dad, I don't want to go to bed! Everyone else gets to stay up!" Frankie crossed his arms in protest.

"It's Kevin's birthday; he get's to do what he wants. The rest of us are going to sleep, though," Joe said, trying to persuade his brother. Nick nodded in agreement, rising from his chair.

"Frankie, it's okay," Amy spoke up. She showed her cell phone to Frankie, giving him a wink. He smiled and jumped to his feet, running down the hallway towards his bedroom.

"Goodnight kids, don't stay up too late." Kevin's father exited the dining room, followed by his wife and two middle sons.

"What was all that about?" Kevin said with a laugh once his family was out of ear shot.

"You mean with Frankie? I text back and forth with him when he has to go to bed early so he doesn't feel left out. I still think it's totally crazy that a ten year old has a cell phone, but at least I help him make it worth the money!" Amy explained, clicking away on her phone's keypad.

"That is the cutest thing I've ever heard," Kevin said, still laughing, "why are you so amazing?"

"Maybe I'll answer that when you tell me why everyone is showering me with compliments today. I mean, call me paranoid, but you're all being way too nice to me today! I just had a really stranger conversation with your mom; she told me she thinks of me like a daughter."

"Wow, that does sound pretty terrible," Kevin said with sarcasm in his voice.

"Alright, it doesn't mean you can be a jerk just because it's you birthday! The day is almost over anyway." Amy looked up at the clock with a frown on her face. Kevin rose from his seat and walked across the room to her, grabbing her hand.

"You're right, and I was just joking with you. Come on, there's one more thing I want to do before my day ends."

"Kev, your entire family is home!" Amy let out a soft giggle, raising an eyebrow seductively.

"Hey, get your mind out of the gutter!" Kevin exclaimed, blushing a violent shade of red, "That doesn't sound bad, but it wasn't what I was thinking." He pulled Amy by the hand towards the front door.

"Where are we going? Don't you need your keys?" Amy asked as the couple stepped into the warm autumn night.

"Calm down, we can walk where we're going." Amy took Kevin's advice and allowed herself to relax as he led her down the dark street. She wondered to herself where they were going, but she didn't mind where they ended up as long as she felt the safety of her hand in his.