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Love Is All You Need

As Miley Stewart stepped of her taxi, onto the pavement of New York City she was stopped in surprise. The designer bags that filled her car was overflowing out. She had spent the entire day shopping with her now husband, Nick. As the snow fell on top of Miley's auburn locks, she frowned.

"Sorry," said Nick, who'd told her that the Weather Channel wasn't always accurate and that January snowstorms often blew themselves out. "I wanted to be optimistic."

She reached out for his hand and snuggled closer into his leather jacket. "It doesn't matter," she told him. But as she saw that the snow continued to fall, she did some mental calculations and hoped their flight wouldn't be delayed. She had to manage to get back to California before her next shift at the hospital. But if worse came to worse, she'd have to phone someone. But she didn't want to phone home, since they'd want an explanation of what happened in the past few days. Even she couldn't wrap her head around it. Besides, she wanted to tell them face to face.

"We'd better go pack and start heading for the airport," she told Nick as they walked into their hotel, their arms full of shopping bags. "In my past experiences, a snowstorm this big always gets delayed."

"Try to be optimistic, all you do is see the worst side of things." Miley huffed and crossed her arms. "I'll bet you $5 that we'd get out in time for your shift, since that is all the money I have left since you cleaned out all the stores."

"I couldn't help it! There were so many sales and so many shoes to choose from."

"I know," he said, "but you maxed out both of my credit cards and spent all of your cash…"

"Give me a break!" she cried, "I didn't do it all day."

He laughed. "I know, I know. New York, Las Vegas, N–"

Miley flung her arms around him and kissed is lips. "Now shut up and start packing," she murmured against his lips, "Thank you for everything, I love you, I love you, I love you."

"I love you too."

"Sure?" she whispered.

"Sure I'm sure."

"Certain?"

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life." He brushed a piece of her hair back and smiled, "You're an amazing woman, and I never thought I'd get this lucky."

"I don't want you to think you made a terrible mistake." She looked a him with those crystal blue eyes.

He grinned. "The only mistake I've made was giving you my credit card." And with that, the two walked into the elevator with their bags, and pressed the button for the twenty-eighth floor. She leaned against him while the elevator was moving upwards.

"I still can't believe it," she giggled, "I believed it when we were in Vegas and when it was all happening, but now, getting ready to go home, it doesn't seem real."

"It's real alright," said Nick, "Don't for one minute think you can get out of it."

"I don't," she kissed him, "I don't want to get out of it."

The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor, but the couple who were waiting decided not to interrupt the pair who was already occupying it. Miley and Nick were too engrossed in their kiss to notice them anyways.

"Have you ever done it in an elevator?" Nick asked as the door closed again.

"Nope" Miley smirked.

"Would you like to?"

She giggled. "Of course I would. But I have a feeling we'd be at the twenty-eighth floor before we even get started."

"I can be quick you know," he raised his eyebrows. Just then the elevator stopped at their destination.

"Better luck next time," she winked and slipped into their hotel room.

"Ladies and gentlemen this is the captain speaking. Bad news, I'm afraid. The weather is getting worse, and we have to allow additional time for some aircraft to land before we obtain clearance for departure. We're third in the queue for the de-icing at the moment, so it looks like we'll be on stand by for a little while longer. Apologies for the delay."

Miley groaned and turned to Nick, "Great, just great. On the bright side you owe me $5 for that bet you made"

Nick mentally cursed himself, "Are you always right all the time?"

Miley smiled and pecked him on the cheek, "Always."

"Great," he sighed as he handed her the bill, "I'm just beginning to wonder what I've gotten myself into."

Hours passed and Miley was stressed about her work. She'd have to call Emily, to cover her shift for her. She sighed, not wanting to be bombarded with questions. Nick looked over to a stressful Miley, who looked deep in her thoughts. He placed his hand over hers and squeezed it giving her a reassuring smile. Miley weakly smiled back. As she sat back in her chair, she looked out the window reminiscing on how she got so lucky to be married to Nicholas Grey.

She hadn't originally intended to go to New York at all. She hadn't even been thinking of time off. But she was due some leave and her friend Emily, had insisted her on going to their high school's friend, Taylor, engagement party. She just landed a lawyer who worked for big shot celebrities and politicians, and was showing him off to everyone and anyone who had eyes. She figured why not go for a night or two and after the party, she'd walk to central park to watch people and animals around her. But due to her hectic schedule she couldn't fly out with Emily and her other friend Ashley in time. But Miley was quite happy about her traveling alone. It gave her time to think about her past. At the boarding area, she had notice Nick right away. How could she not? He was this tall muscular man who she knew was mostly a player. Most of them were. Much to her surprise, she got a seat next to him on the plane. She didn't usually talk to fellow travelers, but he smiled at her and said hello. He even offered to but her bag in the overhead bin for her. Which she gladly accepted.

"Are you traveling for business or pleasure?" his voice startled her, but it also, oddly turned her on. It was a mixture of velvet and smoothness.

"Um… a little bit of both." She smiled politely and went back to reading her Nicholas Sparks book. He swiftly sat down in his seat, and pulled out a book himself, not before glancing at Miley. She saw him peeking over from the corner of her eye. But she brushed it off, thinking he probably had a girlfriend. And if he didn't she wasn't interested. She had just gotten out of a bad relationship with someone. Or should she say affair. She gritted her teeth thinking about….him. The married asshole that broker her heart, Liam Blakely. They had dated for six months and were very physical with each other since two weeks after dating, but she knew it was too good to be true when she spotted him at a grocery store with his WIFE and TWO KIDS. She never felt so dirty. She knew he saw her and so she gave him the finger. That's why she always hated Dumb & Final because it ached her heart whenever she would buy things from there.

As the airplane was about to take off, a sudden sharp pain ripped through her stomach and she winced. She wondered if she ate anything bad or was sick, since she has never gotten sick on a plane before. She should know, since her dad was a pilot, and ever since she was little she'd go on plane rides with him. Miley squeezed her eyes shut to distract her from the pain but it sadly didn't work. It was then she felt and arm around her shoulders and her eyes shot open. She glared at the owner of those arms.

"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped.

"Distracting you," he said cautiously.

"From what?"

"From the fact that you're clearly terrified of planes."

"I'm not terrified!"

"Of course you are," he said confidently, "You're about to break the arm rest."

She glanced down at her hands and loosen the grips.

"There's really nothing to worry about," he said.

"Thanks for your concern but I'm fine," she removed his arms from her shoulder and turned to the window.

"You don't look it," he told her.

"Listen here Bucko," she said coldly, "the only thing that's wrong with me is that I have indigestion from my breakfast, which by the way was delicious but it was worth every little stab in the stomach."

He grinned at her clearly amused, "Feisty, little thing, aren't you?"

"Oh just give it a rest!" she exclaimed, "You shouldn't be assuming things you don't know. Just so you know, my dad was a pilot and he would take me out flying every weekend when I was a little girl."

Nick raised his eyebrows, "Oh really?"

"Yes," she huffed and crossed her arms. Nick couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was different. He held out his hand, "I'm Nick."

Miley hesitantly looked at it, after seconds of retaliating she shook it, "Miley." She looked down at his book, "So you're some kind of pharmacist?" Nick looked down at his book and laughed, "No, I own a organic food store," he explained, "I'm just trying to figure what vitamins we should have."

Miley looked down embarrassed as her mouth formed an 'o' shape.

"So what do you do smarty pants?" he questioned.

"I'm a nurse back home in California."

"Which part? I'm from L.A."

"Ahh the polluted city."

Nick looked at her jokingly put his hand over his heart, "Hey! That's where I grew up."

"Maybe that's why you're so brain dead, it's because of the pollution."

He laughed, "So seriously, which part of Cali are you from?"

She smiled thinking about her home, "Malibu."

"Ahh the beach city," he mockingly said.

Miley hit him with her book, "Oh shut up."

For the rest of the flight, the two bantered on about random non important tings. They've both learned a lot about each other in the short time of the flight. Miley was born and raised in Nashville, until the age of four when she move to Malibu since her family wanted a fresh start after the miscarriage of Miley's soon to be brother, Trace. And Miley learned that Nick, was born and raised in Dallas, and moving to California since his dad had found a better job. But at age 15, Nick's dad died of lung cancer, leaving Nick's older sister, Demi who was just 19 at the time to talk care of him. She had to leave her dream university, Yale to get a part-time job as a waitress to take care of Nick. And he'd be forever grateful for her actions. That's why he partnered up with her to open his store, since he knew she had some good ideas and was financially stable now. As the plane landed the two couldn't help but wonder when they'd see each other again.

"So what hotel are you staying at?" Nick asked.

"The Empire Hotel."

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow I have an engagement party to attend."

"Oh…" Nick looked down as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Would you like to come? And be my date?"

He looked up and smiled, "I'll meet you at your lobby at seven tomorrow night." As he was about to walk out of the plane, she yelled, "Wait!"

Nick turned around confused.

"What are you doing tonight?" she asked.

"I have to meet up with suppliers for my store, speaking of which I'm late, Ill see you tomorrow."

And with that they smiled at each other one last time before going their separate ways.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! So this is my first story, I hope you like it. But it's not my first time being on this site as a reader. I've been contemplating to write to or not but I've finally decided to put it up. 10+ reviews for next one?