A/N: Okay, this is my first time doing a story like this, so please forgive me in advanced if it is like, not too good. Please Read and Review!!! (Time skip)

"Jackson! You forgot to take out the garbage again! Jackson! Boy probably isn't even home." Robby picked up the garbage bag, and it broke. Luckily, it was not a lot because it was the bathroom garbage.

He bent down to start picking things up. He had to get Miley her own bathroom so he didn't have to look at her 'lady items' when she threw them away. He was looking at the objects as he was putting them in a new bag. What is this? He thought. A pregnancy test? Positive? It can't be Miley's, she is only 16. But, there is no other girl in the house, and Jackson and his girlfriend are responsible enough not to do something like that. Miley?

"I'm home, Daddy! Lilly is with me and Oliver is coming later!"

"Young lady, take a seat in the kitchen and do not move a muscle until I say so! I will be down to talk to you in a minute!"

"It sounds like your dad is really mad. What did you do?"

"Nothing that I know of."

"How did the other night with him go? What did you do?"

"It went great, and the other question is personal."

"You didn't... Did you?"

"Lilly, go in my room and watch TV. I think my dad wants to talk to me." She pulled down her jean skirt and put on a sweater so her father wouldn't complain about wearing something so low cut.

"Hey Lilly. I'll be done talking to her in a minute."

"No problem, I am going to watch Gilmore Girls, Miley."

"Kay. Dad, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"What do I want to talk to my daughter about? Let's see, school, life, this pregnancy test."

"You found that?"

"Yes, tell me, is it yours, Miles?" His voice was gentle and kind.

"Yeah." She mumbled as silently as possible.

"What about a bowl of ice cream and we can talk about it."

"Can Lilly too?"

"Lilly! Come down for some ice cream."

"Yes, Mr. Stewart."

Within a moment's notice, they all had a vanilla sundae with chocolate syrup and whipped cream.

"Why do you want to talk to me about this? What is there to know?"

"I'll give you something. Like, who's the father?"

"Oliver."

"What? Am I missing something here? Oliver's the father of what?"

"Oliver got Miley, you know."

"I got her what?" He was standing at the door, and came over and took a bite of Miley's ice cream.

"Oliver, remember the other night when we were here alone, and we sort of…"

"Why are we talking about this in front of your father?"

"Because… He found something that kind of gave him a hint."

"What?" Oliver was a little concerned.

"A test."

"What are you saying?"

"You're going to be the father of my baby."

"What? His face turned whiter than a ghost.

"I know that this came as a shock, but now you can definitely say that she is your girl."

Miley slid over to Lilly. "Not helping…"

"Miley, I want to know one thing. What happened to that zombie slayer boy?"

"I was going to break up with him."

"Was? You mean you are still with that boy and you… with Oliver?"

"I'll break up with him tonight. We are going to dinner. I'll tell him then."

Robby took a long time to respond.

"What are you going to tell the world. If you're pregnant Hannah is too."

"I never even thought about that! What am I going to do? We can cancel the tour until after the baby is born, can't we?"

"Nine months? Maybe even more? You need to care for this child, you do realize that, right?" at this point Oliver was already passed out on the couch. I guess he took this is little as a shock.

"My parents are going to kill me." apparently he was slightly awake, just stunned.

There was a body at the door. It had blonde hair, a black leather jacket that was worn in an episode of "Zombie High", dark blue jeans, and a red shirt.

"What is going on here?"

Miley signaled everyone to leave, although she knew Oliver wouldn't. She needed him there for support.

He sat up, shaggy milk-chocolate brown hair in face, with Miley right beside him.

"Jake, I have to tell you something."

"You sound like something is wrong. I can tell by the tone in your voice. What is it?"

"We need to break up." Miley closed her eyes, for she could not stand the expression on his face.

"What? Everything was going so well. Why?"

"I'm… I'm…"

"She's pregnant. There."

"What? We never… who's the father?" he asked with concern and disappointment in his voice.
Miley took a little while to respond. Actually, she didn't respond at all.

"That would be me." Oliver said as he stood up. "I am the father. Sorry, Jake. I have to go. Miles, I have to go break it to my parents."

"Let me go with you."

"Jake, do you mind?"

"Go ahead. Miley, how could you do this to me? Everything was going so well and now you just go with another guy and look what happened! We are 16 for goodness sakes!"

"I'll be 17 when the baby is born."

"Like it makes a difference! There is a one year difference, what does it matter?"

"It matters a lot. Now if you don't mind, we are going to tell my parents. They'll be furious. Especially after what happened to my sisters this is not going to be a pretty sight."

"You have more than one sister?"

"I have three. Olivia is the only one that lives at home because she didn't marry after she had her baby. Ophelia and Orianna got married when their kids were toddlers, since the fathers never came back. They might have been happy when they had me because they thought that nothing like this would ever happen to me. Boy, were they wrong."

"Well, we better get going if we want to catch them in a good mood. I'm sorry Jake." her and Oliver walked out the door, hand in hand. Jake stared at them until they were out of sight.

But he wasn't jealous.

A/N: Okay, it is all right, but not as well as I could have written. 3-5 reviews can get this another chapter if you want. Please just tell me that it was good so I don't cry. Thank you!!! PLEEEEASE review!!!