TDBPF

Updater: I'm getting pretty bored with this story, so I'm going to try to do point of views. Not much of an important update, but ... yeah.

Lilly finished doing the wash, dropped the basket, and rolled onto the couch. If she didn't have to carry around ten extra pounds, right now she'd normally be skating or surfing or just hanging around at Rico's. Now, sports were dangerous, and when she went in public, there would be many eyes glued to her. Pregnancy is a huge change, literally.

"Lilly, I'm home!" Oliver called as he opened the front door. Returning from basketball practice.

"Why does it take you so long to walk?" Lilly yelled from the couch.

Oliver jumped down beside her. "...'Cause I talk to people." Oliver flicked the television.

"Ugh you smell! .. it's your turn tonight." Lilly shoved his arm. She was tired today, there wasn't even a reason, just she felt pretty beat.

"Thanks, and you cook better." Oliver smiled, but didn't get one from her in return. "Lils ...I'll burn it.. again!"

"Fine. But you need to go shopping after dinner. We need fruit punch.. and popping corn.. and apples and yogurt and-"

"Food.. got it." Oliver interrupted.

Lilly propped herself up, walked into the kitchen, with little mumbles coming from her mouth. She looked around the room, and wondered why his mother was always at work.

Lilly 's POV

Lazy ass.. little evil nasty.. hot person! Ugh, I felt like screaming.

I took a glimpse of Oliver, particley sleeping on the couch. I bit my lip and twirled around the kitchen. "Hmm.."

I pulled open the freezer door, ice.. and Asian food boxes... I really don't want to know. I started making a click clock noise with my tongue, when something caught my eye.

'Beep!' the microwave screamed at me. I just grabbed the two paper plates, opened the microwave and took out the two dinners.

I walked into the living room, holding the plates. Oliver's face shot up. "Hey shouldn't we like eat in there." Oliver waved his hand towards the dinning room table.

"Nah." I shook my head and handed him the plate. His face dropped, and he gulped.

"Looks... great." I knew he was lying, it was a friggin' TV dinner, acme brand for that matter.

"What?" I tried hard to sound upset, I don't know why he loves me, when all I do is torture him.

"Nothing, I love microwaved peas... Hiccup!" His face turned white.

I swallowed and batted my eyes. "No you don't." I dropped my plate on the coffee table and covered my face with my hands. I guess I can get away with this because of the whole preggie hormone shit.
"Lilly," He started.

I fake cried louder.

He scooped up some of the mush that was on his plate and bit right into it.

Oh my gosh, did I feel bad for him.

After about a minute of him, just letting the taste sit on his tongue, he swallowed.

I started laughing into my hands.

"Lilly?" He sounded unsure to ask.

"Next time, you cook." I smirked and his jaw dropped.

"Meany."

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You know what's worse then never feeling the cold snow on your skin? It's having some jelly -like substance spread over your stomach. Not to mention, it's amazingly freezing. I think the nurse person was explaining to me what it was, but I really didn't care.

"Oh yeah, this reminds me, Are you using that coco.. belly non-stretch crap?" Miley asked, starring at my tummy.

"Yeah, that shit smells!" I love cussing in front of doctors and teachers, and get away with it. Oliver's mom doesn't let me swear.

Oliver sat there not even saying a word. His eyes peeled off of my stomach, and onto the machine.

I really got into what the nurse was saying. She slid an instrument onto me.

"See right here?" She pointed to the screen.

"Yeah?" I asked, I never listened to her when she did this before.

She smiled, I guess she noticed that fact. "That's the feet."

I froze. "Feet!" She nodded. "Keep going."

Miley giggled and all three of us listened to the fertility doctor.

"Okay," She rotated the tool. "That's the head. Now hold on a second, and listen." She moved her finger down the screen, to a bouncy line. "That's the heartbeat."

I gasped. "Heartbeat?" I blinked a few times. "Like it's br-breathing and like living?"

"Babies tend to do that." She hid a grin. "Would you like to know the gender?"

I bit my lip, and turned to Oliver. He seemed excited. "Do you?"

"Well.. I kind of want to," He started, then quickly added. "but if you don't we don't have to!"

I gulped, I've been wondering the sex of it. Ugh I hate calling the baby an it. "Sure... what's the gender."

She looked at the screen, then straight into my eyes. "It's a -"

"Never mind!" I jumped in, I think she was expecting that. I still faced Oliver. "Do you really want to know? Can't we wait like three more months?"

Oliver nodded.

Miley re-entered the conversation. "Can we leave yet? I gotta pick up Ryan from daycare!"

"Yeah." Oliver forced a smile.

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Miley's POV

Roxxy, Ryan, and I pulled into the driveway. "We're home." I tickled Ryan.

It's amazing how he looks so much like Nick. He has my eyes though. I'm glad he has Nick's laugh.

Hhmmm.. think of the devil. Nick sat on the porch, I sat next to him, Ryan in my arms. "Hey." I smiled sweetly.

"Hey.." He mumbled.

"You okay?"

He shrugged.

"Smile for the baby." I lifted Ryan up slightly.

Nick shook his head, fighting laughter.

"Miley," He closed his eyes. "Miley.. I'm going on another tour, and I think... Hannah and Nick should take some time off."

"Okay.. what about Nick and Miley? What tour?"

"Miles," He sighed.

"You know .. you should just go."

"Miley! No," Nick got up and shook his head.

"Just go!" I yelled, Ryan started crying.

"Miles!"

"Leave!" I could feel tears coming on.

Nick exhaled deeply. "Fine."

He walked off, I'm not sure where he went to, nor did I care.

Roxxy lead me up into my room, and I managed to calm Ryan. Right before... me, Miley Stewert, mother at fifteen, bursted into tears. I couldn't stop. Ryan appeared so innocent laying there. How could you break someone's heart in the matter of two minutes? Ask Nicholas Jerry Jonas.