I groaned as I moved the handle of the mop, allowing the mop head to swish on the parquet tiles of the room. If there was anything in the world I hated more than horror movies, it was doing chores. Unfortunately, now that I was living without my parents, I had to do everything on my own.

Sure, Austin would help out sometimes, but he was a superstar. He was always out during the day and sometimes, he would be out of town for weeks or for months for tours and promotional trips. Thank goodness he couldn't act to save his life or he would be MIA even more for movie shoots.

After I was done mopping the living room, I walked over to the piece of paper pinned up on the refrigerator and checked off 'Mop the house.'

I scanned through the to-do list to find that I only had one more chore left on the list before I was done for the day – re-organizing the bedroom. Since the bedroom was already pretty tidy, this ought to be easy.

I slowly climbed up the stairs to the bedroom and opened the big wooden door to reveal a 600 square foot master bedroom with a king-sized bed, a 55-inch LED television screen, posters and other things you'd expect to find in a bedroom. Oh, and a little pink cot.

I smiled as I walked over to the cot. We had embellished the cot with pink bed-sheets and pink glitter on the exterior. I sat on the couch next to the cot and cradled my big tummy.

"I can't wait for you to see your new home, leggers," I said as I stroked my tummy. I felt two little feet kicking and smiled as I relished the moment. I was six and a half months along and it wouldn't be long before little leggers came into this world. Of course, we weren't going to name our daughter leggers – we hadn't decided on a name for her yet so we decided to nickname her leggers, since she kicked so much with those powerful legs of hers.

I pulled out a large box from under the couch. When Austin and I moved into our house in Northridge, CA, we had some things that weren't useful to us anymore that we should've discarded but chose to keep for sentiment's sake. I hadn't looked in that box in two years!

Rummaging through the box, I found things like Austin's lucky underwear (eww), three of Dez's pants (Dez used to give Austin his pants… don't ask. I don't even know why Austin kept them), our used protection from our wedding night (I blushed furiously when I saw it), the keys to Austin's first car, the scores for Austin's first single, my songbook/diary, etc.

And then I found a black book with the words 'The To-Do List' scrawled on the cover. I chuckled when I recalled all the memories and drama that resulted from this book. I read through it and saw the names of different girls. I remembered how I would try to hook Austin up with various girls while secretly crushing on him. And now look at me, I've been married to this idiot for two years and I'm carrying his daughter in my womb.

I blushed when I thought about how he had asked me out all those years ago at his Times Square show. That was the best night of my life, apart from the night he proposed and the night we got married, of course. Wink wink.

Our first year after high school sucked. Austin's career had become extremely successful and he had to move to Los Angeles although he had already been accepted into MUNY in New York. He had no choice but to turn down MUNY and attend USC instead (where he received a full scholarship despite his abysmal grades). They had a good music program too. I, on the other hand, attended MUNY without him and eventually transferred to USC to be closer to Austin, Trish and Dez. They were all in LA for college and while I was pursuing my dreams in MUNY, I realized that I could do that in any university and that restricting myself to just MUNY wasn't really a good idea.

Austin proposed when we were 19 and we moved in to Northridge, a nice little neighborhood in LA, when we were 20. We finally tied the knot when we were 21 and all our family and friends flew in from Miami to attend this event. It was tough organizing the wedding since Austin had gotten pretty famous and security was extremely tight to ensure our privacy but it was still a magical night for both of us in more ways than one, if you know what I mean.

"Whatcha looking at, liger?" came a voice from behind me. I turned around to see the blonde whose face has been plastered on billboards and magazine covers all over the world. The blonde I'm lucky enough to call my husband.

I held up the black book and he blushed fervently. He took the book out of my hands and sat himself next to me. He flipped the book to the last page, surprising me when he peeled open that page to reveal two pages.

"I sealed two pages to make it seem like one page because I didn't want anyone to see this," he whispered to me as he pointed to the contents of the hidden page.

On that secret page was Austin's 16 year old handwriting:

TO-LOVE LIST:
Ally Dawson
-end of list-

I smiled as I leaned forward to kiss my husband on the lips. He put one hand on my waist and another on my tummy and I could feel little leggers kicking in excitement.

All was well in the Moon household.