This story takes place nine years after Lemonade Mouth and high school. Everybody is twenty-four. Mo and Scott are married now for four years. Wen and Olivia have been married for two years. Stella and Charlie are engaged. The story may include the wedding. Mo and Scott have a two-year-old son named Jamie. This story is also mainly Wenlivia.

I don't own Lemonade Mouth or any characters.

Olivia

I'm pregnant. It can't be that hard to tell Wen. For god sake's he is my husband and I love him with all my heart. But, what if he doesn't want a baby and leaves me. What will I do? I need him. If he is gone, I don't know how to live.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I had bags under my eyes (that's right I haven't slept because of this.) and my hair looks a mess. Maybe I should call Mo and Scott. She's done this when she was pregnant with Jamie. Maybe I could ask Scott what he thought about it. Yeah, that's what I will do.

I walked out of the bathroom and picked up my phone from the end of the bed. I dialed Mo's number hoping she would answer.

" Hey Liv, what's up?"

" Umm… are you and Scott busy?"

" No. Why?" she asked worried.

" Can I come over?" ignoring all of her questions.

" Yeah, sure. Olivia, why aren't you answering my questions?"

I hung up on Mo and took a deep breath. I got up, put my shoes on, and walked to my car to go to Mo's.

Mo

I set my phone on the table and looked at Scott. He was shoving pancakes in his mouth like he never ate before. Jamie was in the living room watching cartoons.

" Olivia is coming over."

" Why?" he said, spitting bits of pancakes on the table.

" I don't know, she didn't say. I'm worried. She didn't answer any of my questions and she sounded like she was in a hurry. Did I ever tell you that you eat like a caveman," I said as I smiled at him.

" Well thank you. Mo you're probably over reading the Olivia situation," he got up and kissed my forehead.

" You're probably right."

I sat at the table watching Scott get three more pancakes and drowning them with syrup. I loved Scott but he goes through food faster than starved elephants. He sat back down at the table. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek as I got up to look out the window. Olivia's midnight blue Sonata pulled up in front of my house. I opened the door and waved at her. She waved back and walked up the sidewalk. She walked in the door and waved to Scott.

" Hey Livy."

" Hey Scott. Hi Jamie."

My son looked away from the t.v. " Hi Aunt Liv," an turned back to the t.v.

Olivia looked down at her feet. She stood there awkwardly, thinking of what she should say. I didn't say anything because i didn't want to seem pushy. She looked up at me with teary eyes.

" Oh my gosh Olivia. What's wrong?" I wrapped the fragile girl in my arms and let her cry on my shoulder. Scott walked up and put his hand on her shoulder. I let her cry on my shoulder for about five minutes in till she finally calmed done.

" I'm sorry. I haven't slept in days and i am an emotional wreck." she wiped the tears from her cheeks. She stood there a minute before her skin turned an odd shade of green. She ran to the bathroom and i could hear her throwing up.

I looked at Scott. He shrugged confusion deep in his eyes. Jamie still was watching t.v., not noticing anything. I heard Olivia flush the toilet and turn the sink on to wash her mouth out. She walked out the bathroom with tear stained cheeks.

" Uh... did you happen to make coffee this morning?" her voice hoarse.

" Yea. Scott made some."

" Do you mind getting rid of it or something."

" Scott can you pour the coffee down the drain?" I asked not leaving my eyes of Olivia's face.

" Uh. Sure?"

I heard Scott pick up the coffee pot and pour the contents down the drain. Olivia's face started to go back to the normal coloring and she let out a sigh, looking up at me.

" That's it Liv. Spill it."

" Okay. Okay. Umm... I'm pregnant" she said looking up at me.

I gasped. Scott walked in looking just as stunned as I felt. Jamie looked up and said " Yay! I am not going to be the youngest anymore!"