Chapter One.

"You seriously can't want to go?" He undid his tie, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. "I mean in your condition…"

"Don't start preaching, André."

He watched her pack things into various cases. "The whole event is a month long; you'll still be there when…"

"I've just said I'm going and I've told you to stop preaching," She threw some clothes into the bag.

A twinge shot across her swollen stomach, her hands jerked instantly to it.

"Are you okay?" André asked. His hands suddenly on her shoulders.

She recovered and shook him off. "Don't touch me."

"You're still my wife."

She laughed, her hands running through her hair. "Unfortunately."

"Don't be like this," He begged, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry. You don't get to call the shots. You lost that chance when you did that to me."

André looked at her. "It was a mistake, okay?"

"A series of mistakes that happen to only end when I found out, right?" She shouted.

"Don't say it like that," He sighed.

"How else can you say it, André?"

He didn't look at her; instead he stared at the floor.

"You really are your mother's son," Tori spat as walked out of the room.

"Robbie! Robbie!" The crowd cheered as he entered the airport.

He smiled at them as he passed. He stopped occasionally to sign something or pose for a photograph.

"Robbie! I love you so much!" One girl grabbed his hand.

"Love you too, fan girl," He winked at her to which she screamed in response.

He continued walking until he boarded his private jet, his assistant, Lucy, sat across from him.

"Robbie, why the heck are we going to Hollywood?"

"My old high school invited me back for the month to teach," He shrugged.

Lucy folded her arms. "Now what's the real reason?"

"I haven't spoken to any of my friends for years."

"See? That wasn't difficult to admit, was it?" Her British accent never failed to make Robbie smile.

"Are you sure Annie doesn't mind you coming with me for the month?"

Lucy nodded, she joked. "She's happy she'll have the bathroom to herself for a change."

"Seriously, is it okay with her? I know it's your anniversary whilst we're there…"

"Robbie, I've been married to the woman for ten years, one anniversary won't matter. We have one every year, she doesn't see the problem, I don't see the problem. So chill out about it."

Lucy and her wife were the first people in England to help Robbie on his way to getting his chat show on the British television network. They acted like his parents; just he had two mothers instead of one. They were only in their thirties but they felt the need to look after Robbie. They were the cutest couple; they reminded him of Jade and Beck with how long they'd been together. He suddenly wished he'd gone to the series of weddings he'd been invited to. He wondered if Cat had got married, he hadn't received an invite for hers if she had. Out of everyone she'd been the last person he'd seen, four years or so ago.

"So do you want me to assist in your lessons?"

He shook his head. "I want you to have fun."

"Alone?" She raised her eyebrow. "Wow, Rob, you know how to throw a party don't you?"

He laughed. "Hey, Annie, get out here!"

"You didn't…" Lucy looked him bewildered.

Annie appeared from the front of the plane. "Robbie's paid for us to go on a road trip for the month!"

The two girls started squealing.

Robbie would miss them for the month.

The doorbell rang followed by frantic knocking.

"Beck if this is one of your fans again that have managed to hop the security gates, I will divorce you!" Jade screamed at the top of her lungs.

The two kids sat on the floor laughed. Seth, the oldest of the twins who were nine, was Beck's double. He had everything except Beck's eyes. He had Jade's sharp green ones. He was brilliant at acting but he loved music. He reminded them so much of André. Their daughter, Blaise, looked like Jade except for the brown mop of perfect hair that belonged to her father. She was best at singing; they'd put on shows together and perform songs that she'd written instead of doing her homework.

Beck appeared holding one of Jade's latest scripts. "I cannot be held responsible for how brilliantly talented I am, babe."

"I swear you have the world's craziest fans," Jade sighed, walking over to him.

He kissed her forehead. "But I married my greatest fan."

"Oh, I'd love to meet her," Jade grinned evilly, kissing him on the lips.

A dramatic sigh came from the floor where the twins were sat.

"Mom, the door, remember?" Seth rolled his eyes, shaking his head at his sister who was equally as unimpressed by their parents. Still, they couldn't help but smile at how in love they were; at least they had parents that didn't argue all the time. Even when they did, it was funny and very short lived.

"Oh, oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me," Jade laughed at her own forgetfulness. She would have expected the love struck teenager act to have subsided by now but obviously not.

She walked over to the door, opening it.

"Cat?"

"Hey! I just thought I'd stop by, you know, because of the teaching programme…" The red head trailed off as she realised Jade was stood wide eyed, not moving.

"Cat," Jade embraced the girl. "I haven't seen you since…"

She frowned. "You know when we've spoken on the phone, was there something you forgot to mention?"

Cat turned around and saw the little girl standing there.

"Mommy, who's that?" The little girl pointed with one hand and tugged Cat's dress with the other.

"This is Evanna," She smiled. "This is your aunt Jade."

"Mom, who's at the door?" Blaise appeared under her mother's arm.

Jade bent down to be on Evanna's level. "Hey sweetie. This is Blaise; she's nine, how old are you?"

The small brunette held up 4 fingers.

"Four? Wow! Aren't you a big girl?!" Jade sounded excited for the purpose of talking to her. "Would you like to play with her?"

Blaise took the small girl's outstretched hand. "We'll go sing some songs with Seth, he's my brother."

Cat followed them into the house. Jade shut the door.

"Cat! I've missed you so much!" Beck ran towards the red head, hugging her tightly. "You should have come to visit sooner!"

"I was going to but you know how theatres are, I couldn't get the time off!" Cat laughed, looking around the large house.

"I also wished you'd mentioned that you had a daughter…" Beck said sarcastically.

Cat looked at them both. "Where's Evanna? She can't hear what I've got to tell you."

"They'll be in the music room down the hall," Jade gestured for Cat to sit down.

"Good," Cat nodded. "She's really shy but she's a good singer."

"Must get that from her mommy," Beck smiled as he sat down.

Cat looked down.

Jade took Cat's hand. "What is it?"

"She's not my daughter."

André watched his wife pack the remainder of her things.

"Don't you think that's a little extreme for a month's trip?"

Tori shot him a warning look. "No."

"You've packed your entire wardrobe."

"And?"

André shook his head. "The car will be rammed."

"I'm flying."

"Since when?"

She looked at him. "Since I've decided I'm not coming back here."

"What?" André shouted. "We live here Tori!"

"You wanted to live here. I followed you because I felt I had to. My singing career is better in LA. I'm sick of flying back and forth to record stuff."

He sighed. "What about my career?"

"You've got offers based in Hollywood. Take one of those. You can write songs anywhere, André."

"I thought you wanted to have the baby here."

She shook her head. "I want to have him in LA where I have people I care about."

"We have a life here, Tori."

"No, André. We don't. Maybe it's time you stopped running from whatever happened in LA all those years ago."

This is my new story! Set 10 years later. I had some ideas and yeah. This is what happened.

DRAMA LLAMAS ARE ON THE HORIZON.

Love always, ChasingMidnight.