Disclaimer: I own nothing, just another 4-shot or 3-shot. Not sure yet. Well see! :)
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"Darling, ow, breathe!" Robby Ray Stewart moaned to his wife who was currently squeezing his hand in pain. They were at South-Side Hospital (AN: Made up!:) where Trish was going to deliver her baby. Robby Ray was secretly hoping for a son.
He could picture it now, throwing the football around at the age of 5, fishing at the age of 9 and taking home a trophy at the age of 18. He hoped and prayed.
"Don't you dare tell me to breathe! When I'm out of here your dead meat mister, you hear me?! DEAD MEAT!" she screamed, gripping his hand harder, turning it purple.
Noticing Robby Ray's frightened look, the nurse decided she should speak up to calm them both down.
"Sir, she doesn't mean it, she's just in pain." she explained to the man, making Trish scoff with a scowl on her face.
"To Hell I don't mean it." she mumbled and let out a yelp as their baby let out a big kick to her stomach. She moaned in pain and gripped her husband's hand once more.
"Nurse, I'll take it from here. Hello Trish, I'm Dr. Renden and I'll be your doctor through your child's birth." he explained, washing his hands quickly and snapping the gloves onto his hands.
"Whop-De-Do. Now can we get this child out of me before I start pushing right now." she asked impatiently, swatting away hands that tried to wipe her forehead with a wet cloth.
"Your not fully dilated. We'll have to wait for a little way." The doctor exclaimed, reading a monitor. Trish scowled once more and reached for the man's white coat and pulled him so they were face-to-face.
"Listen here sir. In about two seconds I will start pushing, with or with out you. Your choice." she threatened and the doctor audibly gulped, leaning back. He fixed his tie and checked the screen.
"Oh look at that Trish, it's time to push!" the doctor exclaimed with a fake laugh, pulling on his tie and clearing his throat afterwards.
"I thought so." Trish smiled but it was soon wiped away from pain as she gripped the beds side rail.
The nurses set everything up in record time and the doctor stood at the foot of her bed.
"On 3 you'll push. 1...2...3!" Trish let out a yell as she tried to sit up to push, her face scrunching up and turning red.
10 painful minutes later, I small cry was heard as Trish fell back onto her pillow, a slight smile on her face and tears falling down her cheeks. Robby Ray held his breath as the doctor gave the baby to a nurse to be cleaned.
Once the doctor turned around once more, Robby Ray had his fingers crossed. He wanted a boy so bad.
"Congratulations, it's a girl!" the doctor exclaimed, showing them a little pink blanket with their daughter wailing inside. Robby Ray's smile faltered for a second before his daughter was placed in his arms.
He looked down into the light blue eyes of his daughter. The same eyes as her mother. His little Destiny.
"Do you guys have a name picked out?" the doctor asked, prepared to write down there chosen name.
Trish opened her mouth to speak when her husband cut her off.
"Destiny Hope Stewart." he stated proudly but looked at his wife for approval. Trish thought about then nodded with a grin. She loved the name.
"Okay thank you. You'll be able to leave tomorrow. Congratulations again." with that said, the doctor left, leaving the new parents to talk.
"Why Destiny?" Trish smiled, taking the baby into her arms and stroking her hands.
"She's my Destiny." Robby Ray smiled tearfully, looking down at his wife and daughter. His life.
"I love you." Trish smiled through her tears, kissing his lips lightly with her own. He smiled back and looked into her eyes lovingly.
"I love you too." he replied, kissing both their foreheads.
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(4 years later)
"Breakfast!" Trish yelled up the stairs, an 'I love mom' apron around her waist. A pair of small foot steps ran down the stairs, accompanied by larger feet.
"What's for breakfast momma?" a young Miley Stewart asked, plopping herself onto a chair at the table in the kitchen.
After smiling through everything, they changed her name to Miley Ray Stewart. It just fit.
"Banana pancakes." Trish told her daughter, setting down a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of her.
"Yum! Thanks mom!" Miley said with a mouthful of her mouth watering pancakes in her mouth. Trish chuckled and shook her head.
"Chew. Swallow. Talk. And your welcome sweetie." she smiled as Robby Ray came over and kissed her cheek before sitting down next to his daughter with his stack of pancakes.
"Morning Daddy!" Miley spoke up, gulping down her milk. Pulling away her cup, she was left with a milk mustache making her parents laugh. Miley wiped her mouth with a giggle and sat back moments later, patting her tummy.
"Those were so good! But I'm so full!" she said, picking up her plate and dumping it into the sink along with her empty cup.
"That's good to hear. Now Miles, I'm going to the mall for an hour, your father has work so you'll be staying at Lily's house till I pick you up. So go get ready!" Trish explained, flipping one more pancake for herself.
"Yay! Okay." with that said, Miley ran up the stairs as fast as her little legs would take her and burst into her room.
Slipping on some shorts and a Hannah Montana t-shirt [AN: No Hannah Montana see XD] and tried to put her hair into a neat ponytail.
"Miles! You ready?" her mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Yelling back a yell, she ran back down the stairs, her hair swishing.
"Yep, let's go!"
(At Lily's house)
"Hey Lils!" Miley greeted her best friend since 2 years ago. They embraced before pulling away and running up to Lily's green room.
"Let's color!" Miley said and pulled all the supplies out. They laid on their stomachs and started doodling pictures of animals or each other.
"Miles? What do you wanna be when you grow up?" Lily asked her best friend after a few minutes. Miley looked up and dropped her crayon.
"Well when I go to high school first, I want to date the quarterback and be the head cheerleader. Then we'll grow up and get married and he'll be a professional while I'll be a singer!" she cooed, a dreamy look cover her face. Lily looked up at her best friend with a giggle.
"Wow Miles. Are you sure you'll even date a quarterback? Or even be a cheerleader?" Lily snorted then started laughing.
"Whatever Lillian!" Miley giggled too and shoved her best friend lightly on the shoulder.
"I'm just gonna be an All-American Girl!" Miley giggled at how weird that sounded and went back to coloring her "wedding cake".
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Totally cheesy and weird. Yesterday, I was listening to that song by Carrie Underwood in my room and I'm like "Wow, this is such a CUTE Niley song. I need to write about this!"
Lol, was it good? Bad? Okay? Amazing? Cheesy?
I need reviews to update, at least 7? My favorite number.
The more you review the more I'll feel... Inspired to update. And the shorter it'll take to update. Okay?
So review or no update. Not to sound bitchy at all! But I've barely gotten reviews on my other stories and this took all my time to write.
So like I said, Review or no update.
Sorry if I do sound rude!
-Hunter