PREFACE

MILEY'S P.O.V.

I let out a loud sigh as I sat up in my large king sized memory foam bed before taking off the dark blue fluffy comforter. Hearing the sound of the shower coming from the master bathroom, I giggled quietly before slipping in and taking off my red silk tank-top nightgown, I stepped into the shower, my husbands back towards me. To be honest, I don't even think he knew that I was here. He was probably caught up with his thoughts. In four hours, his plane would be taking off. He'd be leaving us. Off to war. Again. Smirking, I wrapped my petite arms around his muscular stomach and kissed his neck passionately making him moan.

"Mmm, Mi," he chuckled before turning around and smiling down at me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and sighed. Looking into my blue eyes, he saw the crack in my heart, and his face dropped. He could see into my soul and I could see into his, that was the thing with us, we could read each other like a book.

"I'm fine," I whispered giving him a slight smile, but I knew he wouldn't buy

it. Why would he? How could he? How could I be okay? My husband was leaving, to go risk his life for our country. Sure, it wad honorable, but it was also as scary as hell.

He shook his head before putting his forehead on my bare shoulder, "I'm sorry," he whispered placing a chaste kiss on my skin and then another, making his way up from my shoulder and to my collar bone before kneeling down and kissing my breasts until he kneeled down and made his way down my body with kisses. As he got to my center, I moaned, my body tensing in the process, "oh, Joe," I whimpered. To be honest, I was sore from making love the entire night, but he was leaving, I wanted to spend every second I could making love to him. He'd be gone for a year. Twelve months. That's a long time. A very, very long time. As we kissed, and touched, and showed each other how much we cared for and loved each other, I knew we both had the same thought in our minds. This could be the last time we make love to each other.

After we bathed and soaped each other clean, I laughed before pulling him to the bed before straddling his naked body, his hard eight inch boner still visible. Sitting on his manhood, we both moaned as he slid into my tight walls. Putting my hands on his chest, I smiled as he held my hips. I started to ride him and move up and down. Looking into each other's eyes, he gave me a begging expression. So, I increased my pace making him yell out in pleasure. Looking at the clock for a second, which read six o'clock, I rode him faster, Bea would be up in two hours and so would Parker.

A few minutes later, I collapsed out of him, our breaths hot and fast as we

tried to catch our breaths after making love for the twelfth time in the past

twenty-four hours.

"I love you, Mile Ray Grey," Joe whispered as he caressed my tan skin.

I nodded lying my head moving up and down his chest, I was lying on top of him while my legs still startling him. "I love you too, Joseph Adam Grey," I

whispered, my voice cracking as tears fell silently from my eyes.

A silence filled the air. It wasn't awkward, it was comfortable. Well, as

comfortable as it could be. I shook head, my stomach tying into knots; I knew what he was going to say next. I didn't want to hear it. "Don't," I whispered.

"You know I gave to," he replied.

I held his hands tightly, "you'll come back," I said in a hopeful, yet lost and terrified voice.

"And if I don't, I want you to move on. Find anoth-"

I scoffed before shaking the tangled mess of curly brown locks that were on top of my head, "you know that there's no one else that I want," I argued, my heart breaking even more. He always did this, every time he left for war, the whole "move on" speech. It was pathetic, wasn't he aware that he was the only one for me?

"I want you to be happy, Miles," he sighed, his voice no louder than a mouse's peeps.

"And I am. I am happy. With you and our children and if you die, I will take

care of the children, but I will never move on. I love you too much," I mumbled hovering over his face, looking down into his dark brown eyes.

Joe made me sit up, the sheet being the only thing that was covering me, and ran his hand down my back, "I know, Miles, I love you too, but if you love me, you'll move on.

"How can you think it'd be so easy?"

"I don't, but I just want you to know that if anything happens to me and you

fall in love again; I don't want you to feel guilty for moving on."

I nodded in understandment, trying hard not to roll my eyes; I'd never move on if he died, he was my everything.

"By the way, Nick is just a phone call away," he explained, "if you need

anything, he promised me he'd help you out."

I smirked. Nick. Joe's side kick. The two were pretty much inseparable and

because of that, Nick and I were...friends? No, not quite that. I mean, we got along, but we weren't that close. We were acquaintances. He was really helpful when Joe was gone. He'd pick them up from school or take them to doctor appointments, but like I said before- we weren't that close.

"Flight 374 to New Orleans is ready to board," the woman at the flight desk

spoke.

I looked at Joe with tears in my baby blue eyes before kissing his lips

passionately for a few moments before pulling away. He kissed my forehead and

sighed before pulling away, both of us opening our eyes.

"I love you," I reminded him for the millionth time that day.

He nodded, "I love you too." He smiled before taking our ten month daughter out of my arms and holding her. His eyes were so bright and yet so dull at the same time, I couldn't imagine how he was feeling. "Goodbye Bea," he smiled before kissing her cheek, "you're so beautiful. You look like your mom," he chuckled. It was true, she was beautiful. She had my eyes, but her daddy's smile. She had my long curly brown hair, but her daddy's nose. She was the perfect mix between Joe and me.

"Daddy," our seven year old pleaded in a red shirt and a red baseball cap with black shorts, "you don't have to leave," he said, "you could stay here with mommy and Bea and me and Nick and grandma and grandpa and-" he sighed knowing that his suggestion was no use.

I cringed when I saw Joe's face. He looked terrible, guilty, disheveled,

heartbroken. He kneeled down to the height of Parker, our baseball loving

daddy's boy, and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry, Parker," he apologized before whispering something into his small ear. Joe stood up after Parker nodded his head. Looking at his mother, he hugged the tearful woman tightly, kissing her cheek, he gave her a slight smile, "I love you."

"I love you too, Joseph," Denise smiled; she kissed his cheek before pushing him lightly over to his father who he hugged before pulling away.

"Take care of yourself, son."

"I will, dad," he nodded before looking at his brother, Kevin.

They hugged speaking to each other too quietly for me to hear, the only thing I did hear was Joe's last word he said to him. My name. Miley. Kevin nodded sighing while watching Joe walk to Nick.

"Don't worry man," Nick smiled, "I've got everything under control here. You

just work on getting home safe, yeah?"

"Alright," he chuckled before giving him a short hug, "just make sure she's

happy, okay?"

"I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make her happy," he smiled

slightly l, "to make them happy."

"Thanks, man," he said graciously.

"Flight 374 to New Orleans is ready to board," the blonde woman repeated into

the microphone.

"See you all soon," he smiled before walking up to me, "this isn't goodbye," he whispered before holding both sides of my cheeks and kissing me as if it was the last time we were going to see each other. I prayed that it wasn't. As he pulled away about a minute later, he shut his eyes painfully before wiping my years away, "I love you," he muttered, "last night was amazing...and this morning," he whispered into my ear chuckling. He kissed my cheek, "here," he said giving me a small box.

"Here," I smirked giving him a small box. It was tradition. Every time he went

back to war, we'd put small boxes together for each other filled with pictures, letters, and sentimental things.

I kissed his lips before watching him walk onto the plane with bags in hand. He

turned around and smiled at me while waving. Then, he turned around, and walked

into the plane. I let out a sob. My heart felt like it had just been ripped out.

Feeling strong arms wrap around my arms, I looked up and saw Nick looking at me,

"we're gonna get through this, Miles," he nodded at me, "one way or the other,

everything will be fine. It'll all work out," he said trying to comfort me.

JOE'S P.O.V.

As I walked onto the plane, my heart was gone. Left behind with Miley. Miley, a small smile came to my face as I thought of my incredible wife. My beautiful wife. My amazing wife. I could go on for hours, days even, talking about how amazing Miley was. Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, no heart. When you're in the war, you can't feel. I'd you do, it's an almost guaranteed death. Feeling means caring and both feeling and caring are weaknesses on the battle ground.

As I sat in my seat, I opened the box and smiled seeing a picture of me, Miley, Bea, and Parker. We were at the beach, Parker was sitting in between Miley and I and Bea was sitting in Miley's lap. Big smiles were slapped onto our faces. Perfect was the only way to describe the photo.

"You have a beautiful family," the lady next to me who looked around sixty and very wealthy smiled at me.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Did you just leave them," she asked noticing my army uniform.

I nodded, "for a year," I said in a disappointed tone.

"Wow. Well, thank you for serving our country."

"Of course," I laughed, "it's our children's future, right?"

Looking back at the box, I took out a small piece of paper that was lying next to a bigger letter. It read: Don't worry, Joseph. Nick will help take care of us. Please just concentrate on getting home safely. -M

I sighed, I was going to lie, I saw how Nick looked at Miley, and it made me worry. He looked at her as if HE was her husband, but the thing was, I was her husband. And now, I was leaving her, and my children, with him. Sure, I loved Nick, he was my best friend, and I'd left them with him before, but the way he looked at me, and at her, this time, it was different. It was like he'd do anything to be with her. I was thirty-two, they were twenty-nine. He was twenty-nine and still single, it made me worried. What exactly was going to happen when I wasn't there? How far would Nick take it to get Miley as his own? Would I have a family when I got back or would Nick have taken my place? Only time would tell.

A/N: Yay! Okay, so this is the start of my new story. From all of the votes,

this was a popular one. I'm going to do Opposites Attract after Getting Back to Where We Were ends in a few weeks. This story will get better, I promise, this was just the preface. You know? The introduction. Please, please, review. Your reviews make me happy and will help me to update faster. SEE NO MORE MUSIC VIDEO COMES OUT TODAY! Who likes Joe's new music? I do. It makes him even sexier.

Thanks for reading! :)

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