"Miley!" A tall, tanned curly haired man shouted throughout his empty house. He had just came back from working away in Miami for five days for his promotion, he placed his briefcase onto the table beside him as he walked through the big apartment.

"I'm in here!" A voice called out from the back of their home. The man knew straight away where she was and what she would be doing at that moment.

"You're out there again?" He chuckled, walking through into their cosy, modern bedroom and out towards their balcony.

"Aren't I always?" Her pearly whites were on show as she flashed him her charming grin. She was perched on the edge of the stool; playing her favourite piece of music she had started to write months ago.

"Putting this piano here was just strange.." Nick chuckled leaning his broad body against the door frame.

"Well it fits perfectly and as long as the balcony with stands its weight then it's staying right here." Miley smiled at him.

"Of course baby." He laughed.

"I finished it.." Miley sighed sadly; changing the subject, she was gripping onto her dress as she looked towards the floor.

"Can I hear it?" Nick asked, sitting down next to his wife of three years as she started to play her melody. She nodded as her fingers played the first few chords. Her voice ached with pain as she sang each word, as she played each key; all of her emotion went into this one song - well all of their emotion that they had endured months ago that inspired Miley to start playing again.

Miley had noticed they were sitting in silence as she finished off her song; she looked towards Nick seeing his eyes closed; his brown curls lifting upwards slightly in the wind. All she wanted to do was reach out to him, for him to engulf her into his famously comforting hugs and let her cry herself to sleep, but she was stronger than that - she had to be for both of them.

"Nick do you ever think that we'll be able to -"

"Stop asking this question Miley." He snapped open his eyes; the eyes she once feel in love with which turned cold, something that didn't suit him nor did it seem like the main she knew.

"But Nick -"

"No!" He bellowed at the top of his voice, he jumped up from the seat as he glared at his wife, "We've discussed this and I don't want to and I never will." He spat, he ran his hands through his messy curls in frustration as he walked back inside.

"I'm sorry." Miley whispered to herself; she had already put him in a bad mood within him walking through the front door. She closed off the piano keys before getting up from the stool and closing the balcony doors. Even if her husband had just walked through the door she couldn't stand being in the same room as him when he was in a bad mood.

Miley knocked on the door quietly but she knew her bestfriend would hear it; he always did. She could feel the tears begging to slip from her blue oceans and run down her makeup free face; she had to hold them in, she needed to be strong for herself right now.

The door swung open to reveal a tall, dark messy haired man, "Mi?" He spoke out in confusion before he took one look at her something inside of him clicked, "He's home isn't he?" His voice was low and filled with as much sadness as Mileys' heart; she nodded at him to answer his question.

Her bestfriend knew her more than anybody; Joe. He was there through every little thing that went wrong, he had brought her back up when she wasn't strong enough to do it herself, he was the only person she could talk to these days without getting judged too much by her actions or words but most importantly he knew how to comfort her just like his brother could. Nick and her bestfriend were brothers; which made it more harder to stop the sobs breaking through her throat.

"I did it again Joe." Miley cried, her head hung low letting her loose natural curls cover her face entirely.

He knew what she meant straight away, "Stop it Miley, at least you tell him you want to try again." Joe groaned, picking up Miley into a hug and carrying her into his apartment.

"But he doesn't Joe, he doesn't want to try again."

"He will! Give him time Miley, Nick's not the best at showing emotion or talking about his feelings." He tried to soothe her, he placed himself onto the couch and held Miley close to him as her sobs broke into hysterical tears.

"We lost our only chance at having a baby and it was all-"

"No!" Joe roared to her, "It wasn't your fault Miley, stop saying it was. Please." He begged her, Joe knew she blamed herself for her miscarriage; something that sent Nick spiraling out of control, he was always at work, came home late or got drunk before he would return the next day after work.

She didn't reply back to him after that, she ended of crying herself to sleep in Joe's cradling arms for the 4th time this week.

Joe looked over towards the sleeping Miley, her body was across his bed as she lay sleeping: he knew how exhausted she was and this would probably be the first time in a long time that she's sleeping without showing signs of having a nightmare. Joe smiled slightly before closing his bedroom door and making his way over towards his kitchen; dialing the familiar number for the 23rd time in less than two hours. He waited impatiently as the ringing echoed throughout the phone, Nick hadn't answered yet.

"Hey." Nick spoke into the phone.

"Hey?" Joe spat, he couldn't help but feel disgusted to call this guy his brother, "Do you even knew where the fuck your wife is?"

Nick groaned into the phone in frustration, "Probably with you, I'm guessing that's why your calling."

"What the fuck is wrong with you man?" Joe bellowed down into the phone, "Miley cried herself to sleep again; all because of her low life husband." He spat.

"I'm trying to be strong Joe! Miley wasn't the fucking only one who was devastated at the fact she miscarried our child Joe; OUR child. I was too! I can't even sleep at night nevermind fucking cry myself to sleep." Joe winced at every word, guilt racking up inside his body; he didn't realise that he forgot about his brothers' feelings too.

"Nick -"

"Save it Joe," Nick hissed, "When you're done playing house with MY wife, tell her that we need to talk."

"Nick -" Before Joe could finished Nick had ended the call, a sigh escaped his lips as he placed his phone on the kitchen counter.

"Joe?" Miley spoke up from behind him.

He turned around in shock as he saw her, praying to god that she never heard any of their conversation, "Mi -"

"He wants me home doesn't he?" She muttered, picking up her shoes. Joe nodded before engulfing her into a hug.

"Want me to take you?" He asked against her soft hair.

Miley shook her head, "I best get time to think by myself Joe," She smiled sadly at him before going up on her tip toes and kissing him softly on the cheek, "Thank you for being there for me... again."

A/N: I needed a new story, and I wanted to write another one as well as carrying on 'That Should Be Me' so hopefully you guys like this one. Could you review please? Would mean a lot.