Thnx for the reviews!! I luv ya, but I didn't get up to 280 reviews! Isn't anyone reading this? If so, tell me in a review! Srry, I had no idea what to write, so I skipped a head five months. enjoy! DISCLAIMER: You all know I don't own Hannah Montana, so why am I wasting ink?

CHAPTER THIRTYSIX: Baby names & Sandwiches

Miley's POV:

Since the check up, five months ago, a lot has changed. And I mean A Lot. Lilly has grown up a lot, and I guess I have too. Jake and I grew apart, and broke up a couple months ago. I guess it's only for the best, since Lilly really needs me. Emotionally, and physically. Andrew's trial was last month, and surprisingly, he pled guilty. He was charged with five years in prison, and two years probation. I think he got off too easy, but at least he's being punished. At my dad's Christmas party, Oliver confessed his undying love for Lilly, and Jackson broke his nose--literally.

So here Lilly and I sit, at her kitchen table, since Mr. & Mrs. Truscott barely let her out of the house; single and pouring over baby girl names.

"How about Isabella?" I ask.

"So people can call her Izzy? I don't think so. How about Airabelle?"

"Air-and-a-bell?" Lilly threw an orange my way, but I dodged and let it hit the stove with a splat! Lately she's been really moody. And by moody, I mean she calls me, upset and in tears, and then when I get there she's giddy, and looking over baby names. Next thing I know she's chucking oranges at me.

"I happen to like the name Airabelle, her nickname could be Bella." Lilly say's, nose in the air.

"Okay." I back off as I write: Airabelle on the: List of names Lilly likes. Above Airabelle is: MaryAnne, Brooke, and Hannah.

"So, which do you like best?" She asks, as she takes a bite of her mushroom-and-mustard sandwich.

I cringe at the overwhelming smell of the combination and say: "Although I love Hannah, it's a little too common. My favorite is Brooke."

"Yah." She nods. "Miley? When's your next concert? I've been dying to go to one."

"Actually, it's at the end of this week." I tell her.

"Wonderful!" She claps her hands. "Will you take me to the mall?"

"Why?"

"To buy something to wear, duh!" Underneath the extra weight, and slightly bulging stomach, underneath the moodswings, and strange food cravings, I know my old Lilly's still there.

"Okay, but I only have my permit, and I doubt MaryAnn will let me drive you." MaryAnn is Lilly's mom, she insists on a first-name basis.

"Fine." She lets out a sigh before screaming: "MOM!"

Mrs. Truscott, or MaryAnn, or Mom came into the kitchen with raised eyebrows. (A/N: Surprise! srry, Inside joke!)

"Do you want me to make you another mushroom-and-mustard sandwich?"

"No. But you can drive me, Miley, and my baby girl to the mall, pretty please?"

"What, may I ask, do you need?"

"An outfit, for the Hannah concert." Mrs. Truscott let out her breath. "Fine."

We, as in Lilly and I (Her mom went grocery shopping) headed towards the maternity store. Unfortunatly, Hollister is across from Mothers In Waiting. And even more unfortunatly, Amber and Ashley shop at Hollister.

"Ooh, look." Said Ashley.
"If it's not the two, fat, sluts." The said in unison. "ooh, tss."

I could see Lilly blowing a gascket. She took my hand and waved it in their faces.

"You don't talk to me, or my girl like that."

"Whatever. Loser, loser. Ooh, tss." Then they walked away. No matter if Lilly's pregnant, being cheated on, or single I know she's always got my back. And I'm proud do say that no matter what happens to her, or me, I've got her's.

That's the end, of this chapter anyways. There's one more chapter left, so if you could be so kind as to, review. PLZ! Luv ya,

Blue-eyedchick