A/N: Holy cow! It's been forever since I updated this story. I'm so sorry. I don't own Hannah Montana or any of the characters. It was a coincidence that the secretary's name was Hannah by the way...I didn't think that through. Just so you know, flashbacks are in italics so be aware of that. Enjoy!
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Oliver Oken sat in his office trying to block out the noise coming from the party that was occurring in the lounge. His head throbbed as he tried to read over anything he might have missed in the case that he only had three more months to prepare.
He recalled what his boss had said the day he told him he was on the case: "This is your chance Oliver, win this one and you will be the lawyer everyone asks for. Hell, it may even give you chance enough to become my partner some day."
This was the only thing he had to live for anymore since his marriage was crumbling before his eyes. He hadn't even told Lilly about the company New Year's party and now he felt guilty because of it.
"Mr. Oken?" Light filled the room as the door opened a crack to reveal his petite secretary Hannah. She slipped in the door and closed it behind her. "I've been looking for you all night. I should have known you'd slip away into this dark pit that you call an office."
"I'm just retracing anything I might have missed." He said as he watched her walk closer to him.
The moonlight danced across her face and he sucked in a breath as he saw the dress she was wearing. It was very tight and hugged her chest just enough to draw his eyes to it. "Cool it Oliver." He whispered under his breath taking a chance to think of his wife who was sitting at home right now.
"Did you say something Mr. Oken?" She asked, sitting on the edge of his desk.
"N-no I-I didn't say anything" He stuttered as her dress rode up her leg. "and you can call me Oliver…we're not at work."
She laughed, "You're working pretty hard right now, and you're going to miss ringing in the New Year. Doesn't that make you sad?"
"They say you should bring in the New Year kissing the person you care about most. I don't think there is anyone to share that with so I figured I'm better off in my office."
She scooted closer to him, her fingers suddenly tracing his jaw line. "You can kiss me Oliver. You can kiss me any time you want."
An alarm went off in his head and he knew he should leave right now. Lilly's face flashed into his mind but it didn't seem enough to stop the train wreck that lay ahead.
"Hey everyone! It's time!" Someone shouted in the other room.
5! 4!" The countdown began and he could feel the space between Hannah closing.
"3! 2!" The smell of cinnamon flooded his nose and his breath caught.
"1! Happy New Year!" Her lips crashed on to his.
Noisemakers filled the room, fireworks were shot off in the distance and cheers filled the city. The noise, however, began to fade from Oliver's ears as he laid Hannah on his desk and for the first time, crossed the line.
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Lilly Oken sat at home alone watching the ball drop on ABC. Tears filled her eyes as she watched the phone.
This time last year, her and Oliver had watched it together and welcomed the year in with a kiss.
"You know, they say the person you kiss at the first of the year will be the person you'll kiss forever." Oliver had told her and she'd laughed.
"You mean I get stuck kissing you for the rest of my life?" She asked sarcastically, wrapping her arms around his neck, their bodies swaying to Auld Lang Syne.
He raised his eyebrow, "Would you really want to kiss anybody else?"
"Not a chance." She said, pulling him down and kissing him again.
The memory faded as the phone ring. Wiping the tears from her face, Lilly answered it, "Oliver?" she asked desperately.
"Lilly? It's Miley." Disappointment overcame Lilly's face.
"Oh. Hi Miley."
"Well, don't sound so thrilled to hear from me."
"I'm sorry. It's just…Oliver isn't home and I haven't heard from his so I was just-"
"Oliver isn't home? That's unusual."
"I know…but this is his first case so I'm sure that's what is keeping him." Lilly explained, leaving out the dread that had been settling in her stomach the past few months.
"Please tell me you're telling him tonight." Lilly rolled her eyes, glancing down at the barely noticeable bump in her stomach.
"Yes Dr. Miley, I am going to tell him."
"Thank God! You're almost five months along Lilly, I hardly think it's healthy to keep that from your husband. You shouldn't be going through this alone." Noise filled the sudden pause in the phone conversation.
"Miley? Where are you?"
"Oh, Jake flew me out to New York…we may be getting back together!" Lilly again rolled her eyes. Miley and Jake had had problems since his last movie where he was caught sleeping with his costar. "Anyway, I have to get off the phone…it's crazy here! Good luck tonight!"
A dial tone hovered on the phone before Lilly had a chance to say anything. Getting off the couch, she turned the TV, the music becoming silent as darkness took over the screen. Happiness was not something she wanted to witness at the moment.
She walked to the stairs, climbing them one by one. At the top of the stairs she opened the door to the right revealing a small nursery. Oliver didn't know about it.
When they moved in neither of them had known what to do with it deciding it was too small for a guest bedroom. Therefore they'd just the door deciding to agree on something at a later time. Lilly took it upon herself to make it into a nursery.
She'd fixed it up right after she found out she was pregnant, dragging Miley on shopping sprees to Babies-R-Us and Baby Gap. Lilly couldn't afford the things she wanted, so Miley had stepped in to help. They'd bought a crib, a dresser, diapers paint and wallpaper for the room.
"I'll pay you back, just as soon as I tell Oliver. I promise." She'd said as they'd painted the room yellow.
"I know you will. But you shouldn't worry about it…as long as she calls me Aunt Miley."
Lilly smiled. "You think it will be a girl?"
"She better be…and we'll pop in some old Hannah Montana music and the girl will be perfect."
"Oh geeze…that's all I need is a replay of my youth." Miley flung yellow paint at her and stuck out her tongue.
Lilly never told Oliver though. That night he'd come home telling her about the case he was put on. He was defending the state against Donald Hessler a professor who had raped and murdered a young college student at the University of Miami.
"It's a sure win Lilly and then we'll be able to buy tons of furniture to fill this house." He'd told her that night at the table.
"It sounds like it, but I thought we weren't going to worry about money."
"That's a load of shit. We can't live happily without money and right now I'm getting no where. I'm sick of taking small cases about a man who robbed a convenience store with a water gun. Seriously…who cares?"
"What about a baby Oliver? I mean you won't let me work and I was thinking the other day how that would give me something to do."
He forked another mouthful of potatoes into his mouth. "A baby? Now? How exactly do we afford that Lilly?"
"Miley-" Anger flashed across his face.
"Miley isn't taking care of my family! I slave away at an office all day and you think of a stupid idea like that?" Lilly jumped as he shoved his chair back, knocking it over.
"I'm sorry…I just thought-"
"Well don't. Listen, we'll discuss having a baby after the case. Until then, not another word about it, ok?" Lilly hung her head low, absentmindedly resting her hands protectively over her stomach. "Lilly? Look at me." She slowly raised her head, looking him in the eyes. "Ok?"
"Yeah…ok."
Since then, she hadn't bothered bringing it up. She'd shrugged Oliver off when he'd wrap his arms around her at night and created a distance between them. Oliver had started working more hours to avoid a fight. Lilly blamed herself for their problems, but tonight she hoped to fix it.
Downstairs she heard the lock turn and the door open. Quickly she turned the light off and shut the door hopping down the stairs. She met Oliver's eyes and stopped.
Guilt. She'd know that look anywhere and especially in the eyes of the man she loved most. His eyes dropped as she stepped down the last two steps.
"I didn't expect you to be up." He whispered; his voice barely audible.
"It's not that late. I mean with the night and all."
"It's almost two. You should be in bed." He pushed passed her and made his way into the living room sitting in the spot she'd been sitting in only a few hours before.
The smell of cinnamon flooded her nose and dread filled her stomach. "Where have you been all night?"
"Oh, the office had a party I forgot about. Mike and a few other guys didn't leave until around 1:30." The last part was a lie and she knew it.
"Are you coming to-"
As if reading her mind, he cut her off, "Actually, I think I'm going to sleep in the guest bed tonight."
Silence filled the room and tears filled her eyes. She turned storming up the stairs, feeling her heart break and forgetting about the baby completely.
Oliver sat on the couch, his hands over his head as he listened to the door slam upstairs. Emptiness filled his heart as the echo of his wife's sobs filled the house.
"I'm sorry Lilly, I'm so sorry." He whispered before letting the tears flow freely.
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