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Chapter 3: All I do is win

'All I do is win, win, win, no matter what…-'

Nick:

I stripped off my shirt, leaving me bare-chested as I quickly plugged the first baby monitor in and exited Noah's room. I smirked to myself, finding this whole situation funny because it is, it's funny how things can change, just like that, in a blink of an eye, all because of one thing ; my son.

My fucking fake son.

I didn't expect this. I didn't expect this at all. For me, I lived to accomplish three goals to get through this indescribable thing we call life: 1) Get by in all my classes , 2) have my fun with girls and 3) not be anything like my father- at all (don't ask.)

-Insert picking on Miley- It never started that way. She's weird, yes, she's different.. Completely but she's whatever. She's not in my social group, so simple, she shouldn't matter to me but somehow, and call me crazy, *cause I actually think I am* but she stands out from the crowd. She's the first person to not fall at my feet. That intrigues me, and because I can't befriend her, that's when the lovely habit of picking on her began.

Blue eyes blazing, fists clenched and jaw set.. I can't explain it. I just love riling her up and this assignment, God bless , made it all the more easier.

"Nick! God, don't you know how to knock?" My wife snaps at me, I blink, I didn't even know I had opened the door.

I didn't know this would be on the other side of that door either.

Creamy skin. Curves in all the right places. Striking blue eyes, wet hair and lots and lots and lots of leg. ( I swear they never ended.)

Oh my fucking God.

I can feel her eyes on me the whole time but I don't care. I'm a guy, I'm human and she's standing there, in front of me, in our room, In that towel. I can feel myself hardening.

And fuck this is Nerdy Stewart for Godsakes. Who knew she had this body underneath all them clothes?

"My eyes are up here, asshole." Miley's voice says, luring me out of my trance and I smirk, leaning close to her.

"Seducing me, Miles? I knew the wife role would come to you sooner or later."

"Wife role, my butt. Your not worth seducing. " She snorts.

(See? Told you she didn't fall to my feet. ) I don't know why, but a thrill went through me.

I shrug nonchalantly. "Wasn't working anyway." Wrong. It was working. I'm turned on. (But of course I'd never admit that.)

I see her smugness deflate and something like hurt rush through her and for a minute I'm guilty, but just as quickly as she hides her emotions, I hide my conscience and take off my checkered shorts, leaving me in my boxers.

Nick 1, Miley 0. I always win and as I step into bed, I soak in victory. Miley sets the second baby monitor on, placing it on the dresser before quickly changing into night gown wear ( and it's not lingerie like I was hoping and why the fuck am I thinking that?) before slipping on the other side of the bed. Its silent, eer silent and I'm almost about to whistle just to annoy her ( I can't sleep) when I feel her shuffling around and I feel that soft material between us.

I laugh.

She's ridiculous.

"What's so funny?" She questions, obviously annoyed and I smirk, imagining her blue eyes blazing with anger.

"Pillow, Miles. Really?"

"I'm not looking for a death wish. Who knows what you've touched."

"You mean who." I start off, just to rile her up. "But props to you, that was a nice one anyway. You know what I think though?"

"Enlighten me." Sarcastic voice? I think yes.

"I think you put that there, because your scared you'll give in to me." I admit and the silence is back, loud and annoying and I think I finally got to her.

And then she's laughing and it kind of scares me a bit. It's loud and weird and completely out of the ordinary and in some ways it sounds like a witch's cackle.

"Are you insane?" She cackles.

"Are you?"

She frowns. "I'm not scared."

"Then prove it." I say, knowing that she'd do as I say, not being able to back out of a challenge.

I smirk as she does just as told.

"See? Not scared." She whispers, once the material is thrown somewhere in the darkness.

"I can see that. Want me to kiss you as a consolation prize?"

"You wish." She snorts.

"Yeah, I do. You're my wife, aren't you? I deserve a little action." I tease."I don't even know why I chose you. I could've done better."

"Fuck you."

"You've done that already remember? How do you think we got Noah?"

"Ugh!" She screams, annoyed and I laugh. Nick 2, Miley 0. Again.

Just then, a loud wail comes from the baby monitor and I grunt in annoyance, hearing Miley's exhausted sigh mix with mine aswell. I don't want kids, I don't want kids ever. If they're anything like Noah, forget it. I think I might just throw the kid out the window if it continues like this.

"Good luck."

"To you. " I tell her. "Your turn."

"I always take care of him."

"You're the wife."

"And you're the husband. He's probably crying about the lack of attention he gets from his dad."

I blink, incredulously. " He's a doll. He's not supposed to cry at all."

"Just go."

"No you."

"No you. " She rubs her forehead in frustration, I can tell. (She always does that when she's frustrated.) before flinging the covers off of her and stomping out the door. I trail behind, silently. We reach Noah's room, groaning in unison as we hear the loudness of the wail from outside the room.

"How do you shut that thing up?" I complain.

"Your son." She glares, shrugging. She runs a hand through her face. " He probably just wants a bottle. I'll be back."

I panick inside as she leaves, finding her way around the house to get to the kitchen. She's leaving me alone with him? Like literraly, I don't do babies. I hardly even remember taking care of Frankie. I stand there, in front of the door, the baby wailing but me standing there dumbly. I don't know what to do. Miley takes care of all that.

Finally, the crying increases and I sigh, stepping in and approaching the baby's crib ( I mean God, he never stops crying) and carry him, rocking him back and forth, attempting to shush him like I've seen loads of people in the movies do. He's quiet finally. And then he starts over all over again.

"Please stop crying." I mumble desperately, once the crying gets louder. Deciding it must be his diaper, I take off his onesie and pat his diaper. Nothing out of the ordinary. I grit my teeth in frustration, finally taking the diaper off only to scream in surprise as water splashes me in the face.

"Oh Gross." I groan, stepping back from my child as I hastily grab a towel and dab at myself. I've got fucking pee on my face. How can people deal with these kids?

I hear laughter, that laughter and I whip around with a cross look on my face as Miley stands at the door, bottle of milk in her hand and smirking.

"Nice face."

I growl and she laughs. She approaches the baby, fixing another diaper on him, re-attaching his onesie and I watch as she lays him back in his crib, before greedily accepting the bottle that Miley feeds him. And then, two burps later, he's laying in his crib, conked out and silent.

I scoff, not wanting to see Miley's smug face any longer before going to the washroom and washing my face. I won't admit that I lost. I won't. I walk back to our room, glad that the light was closed and slip into bed, hoping that I could just forget what happened the last few minutes, exit this nightmare and wake up to a better beginning.

It's not even five minutes later when I find myself smack dab on the ground.

"I don't think so, hubby. I've got a pee-free zone." She cackles, burying deeper in the covers.

"Nice one." I say sarcastically, climbing back into bed.

"Like the pee on your face, I think yes." She quirks back, pushing me off the bed again and I huff childishly.

Nick 2, Miley 2.

Tie. ( but we all know she got the last word. )

Day 1 in our guestroom and for once- and I can't even believe this happened but it did- I lost.

To Miley Stewart.

I'm not sure whether I should be shocked or scared at all.

Hahaha, Soooo Nick lost. Boo him, but he really had it coming. Soo umm, I wrote this chapter in Nick's point of View to kind of get you readers into his head and how he is thinking. Also to kind of clear up why he treats Miley the way he does. I hope the chapter satisfied you, it hasn't really satisfied me but it was quite fun to write. Lots of Niley interaction here. Again, thanks for the reviews and the support. Over 30 reviews baby! :D I love you guys.

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Nicki M.