Why in Busch Gardens?

"If it wasn't for that stupid Tanga-kanga whatever ride, none of this would have ever happened," she said, obviously distressed…

A/N: I know I probably shouldn't be writing this, but I think I'll do better writing this than my other fics. This is written in mostly Miley's or third person POV, but it might occasionally change. This is 20 years after season 2. Flashbacks in italics.

Characters:

Miley's Kids: Tabitha "Tabby" (age 13), Rhiannon "Rhia" (age 7), and Alyssa "Aly" (age 5)

Lilly & Oliver's kids: Riley (13), Lola (7), Ryan (6) and Carter (2)

Jackson and wife Kristen's kids: Rachel (13), Elijah (10), and Gracie (8)

Miley's step-brother, Michael and wife Emily's kid: Nick (age 12)

Robbie Ray and wife Chloe

Chapter 1 – How do they breathe?

Miley's POV

We had never gone anywhere all together. The whole entire group of family and friends, that is. We once went to San Fran together, but half of the kids hadn't been born yet, and Tabby was in the hospital for cancer treatments, so she and I going was out of the question (from what I heard that trip was a total bust anyway). But we were all hopping on a plane and flying to the other side of the country, Florida, for a spur of the moment trip in early June after all of the kids got out of school. There were 20 of us. I don't know what we were thinking when we planning this trip.

"MOM! Carter won't give me back my sunglasses!" Seven year old Lola called to Lilly, complaining about her two year old brother. I couldn't believe it when Lilly named their daughter her "Hannah" name, never mind that Oliver agreed to it. They were going to name their first born girl Lola, but they decided that their oldest didn't look at all like a Lola, so they named her Riley.

Lilly yelled upstairs, where Lola and Carter currently were located, from the kitchen of my house on the beach in Malibu, "Just make sure he brings them, and get down here, we're leaving in 30 minutes," Lilly turned back to me, "We are leaving in 30 minutes, right?"

"Two hours and 30 minutes," I smiled.

"Your kidding," Lilly was dead serious.

I laughed at her, "Tabby isn't even fully packed yet, and Riley woke up an hour ago, ate, and fell back asleep on the couch after you asked her to get dressed. But on the other hand, Rachel is in the car waiting. I told her to crack a window like, 20 minutes ago." Tabitha, Rachel, and Riley were all thirteen years old, Riley being the oldest of the group, being born in November, and Tabby the youngest (born in April). Rachel is Jackson's, and a lot more mature at 13 than he is at 37. Must get it from her mother, Kristen. Tabby is mine, and she's a handful. She has a bucket load of medical problems, some dealing with her being premature, others just bad luck. She has survived a rare form of cancer, has eating problems, and suffers from aplastic anemia (her body doesn't make enough blood cells by itself). She's okay, though; nothing is slowing her down much.

Oliver walked down holding his son, Carter, and a pair of slobbery sunglasses, "I heard Lo yelling about these earlier," he gave them to Lilly, "and she told me to tell you to wash the 'icky baby germs' off with kitchen water."

"Okey dokie then," Lilly said with a hint of sarcasm and walked over to the sink to turn on the faucet.

I inquired about how many kids were ready up there, and Oliver answered, "I couldn't really tell, it's pretty chaotic up there. They scare me."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Most of them are your kids anyway."

"No, I've got Carter, and Riley is dead to the world in the other room, so it's mostly your kids."

"And you're afraid of two little girls, right?"

"No, Tabby, the spawn of Satan," he actually sounded scared.

Lilly laughed from the sink, "You sound like Jackson."

"What did she do, tell you to leave?" I questioned.

"Yes, with a few choice words that I'd rather not say in front of Carter."

"Really now," I smiled as I walked upstairs. That was the normal Tabby for you, not always too pleasant until after lunch. And at that point it was only about 8 in the morning.

The first room upstairs that you see is Rhiannon's bedroom. I'm not sure why, there are room closer from the stairwell, but there is a certain vibrancy about this one. In this room was Lola and my five year old, Alyssa.

"Are either of you ready to leave?" I asked them.

"Yea," they said in unison.

"Can you come downstairs then? And bring your bags." The girls shuffled down the stairs, and I watched them try to get their suitcases and themselves down without falling. A funny sight to see.

I stepped into Tabby's room to see her shuffling through her bag, and Elijah and Nick playing some video game on her 60" TV.

"Guys, as soon as you finish this level come downstairs and take your bags. Tabs, when your ready, you too. And Elijah, you better get dressed in five minutes, or you're getting… something taken away, I just need to talk to your parents first."

"Yeah, ok," Elijah muttered. I wondered if he even heard me. Elijah is Jackson's only son, ten years old. He was still in her pajamas, as everyone going on this "field trip" slept over.

Nick, my step-nephew, just nodded. My dad re-married my senior year, and his wife already had a son from a previous marriage, Michael. He is a year older than Jackson, but I still had to live with him for a year because he waited a few years before college. Nick's 12, almost 13.

I mentally counted who I needed to talk to. Rhia, Ryan, and Grace. I found Rhiannon, my cutsie seven year old daughter, and Ryan, Lilly and Oliver's six year old, in the den on the computer. They told me yeah, they're ready before I even asked, and they reluctantly and slowly left the room.

I saw that the kids were actually listening to me, for once. None of them had completely gone to the first floor and stayed there, but it was progress. Lola and Aly had come back up to play, but they brought their bags down at least. They don't seem to listen to anyone most of the time. As I got to the stairs, Grace, Jackson's eight year old, was just walking back up.

"It's yucky down there, Auntie Miley, I wouldn't go down there," She said, as serious as she could be. This kid adored me, even more than her own mother.

"What do you mean it's 'yucky'? Is Riley awake?"

"Yeah, I'm awake, and I agree to the yucky thing." Riley said, walking out of Rhia's room. She must have come up to change while I was talking to some of the others.

"Ollie and Lilly are kissing," Grace told me, with emphasis on the last word.

"They're all over each other, not the best thing to wake up to. It was quite disgusting. They didn't notice me or Grace in there."

I smiled, thinking about other times that they had trouble getting "out of the moment"…

It was junior year in high school, and we were studying, or trying to study, for finals in my living room.

"Alright, since neither of you have gotten any of these right so far, I'll try an easy one. What's the capital of the USA?" I said, trying to focus Lilly and Oliver.

"Uh, North Dakota?" Lilly said, not even thinking about her answer. All she was doing was staring at Oliver.

"I agree." Oliver said. He was staring back.

"Guys, that's not even a city is a state! Washington DC is the capital CITY!" I yelled at them. No response. The seemed to be getting closer and closer, or was it my imagination?

"Are you two listening to me at all?" They were inches apart now. "I hope you both fail this final, because I've been trying to help you but noooo, you're too infatuated with each other to care." Their lips met as she ended that sentence. "Oh come on! It's like I'm not even here!" The kisses were getting more passionate as she spoke. "Did we agree a long time ago that none of us could ever date each other because all three of us could never be friends anymore? And one of us would be the third wheel?" Full make-out session now. "Well, I'm the third wheel!" They were lying on the couch in each other's arms. "I hope you two get married because if you don't I'll kill both of you single handedly."

That night went on like that for a few hours, me talking to myself, and Oliver and Lilly making out.

"Well, let's just go down there and check it out." I announced. I lifted tiny Grace onto my hip and walked down the steps, Riley following me.

Sure enough there they were. 'All over each other' if I use Riley's words. We stood at the foot of the stairs just watching them for a while. I could hear the TV in the other room, where Carter must have been.

"Do they always do this when people aren't around?" Riley asked me.

"When kids aren't around, and even then they still do it."

"Miley, how do they breathe?" Grace asked me in her cute little voice.

Oliver and Lilly immediately jumped apart after she said that.

"So now you can hear us," I grinned.

"Um, hi um, uh, Miley, Grace, uh Riley," Oliver stuttered. Lilly just looked embarrassed.

I sent Riley and Gracie off to watch TV with Carter, and Oliver

That was when I knew that it would be an interesting vacation.

Alright, that's all I got for right now. I love reviews!