Ok, here's chapter four. Its longer then my other ones. Read and review please.

You will understand the title of the chapter at the end.

Chapter 4: A Frightening Twist.

Miley's POV

Once we got back to the neighborhood, we parked the car at home then walked across the street to Lily and Oliver's house. Jake rang the bell, and Lily answered a second later.

"Hey," she said, standing back to let us in.

"Hey…how'd things go?" Jake asked.

"Fine, I got her to calm down after a while," she responded.

"How long is a while?" I asked.

"Oh….about 25 minutes," she said.

"Oh, Lils, I'm so sorry," I said.

But she just said, "Don't be sorry… just tell me how you appointment was"

"You'll find out later with everyone else," Jake answered, before I said anything. Then Oliver walked in, with Emily and Sophie walking with him, holding their hands. This was going slow, because they where just learning to walk.

When Sophie saw Jake and I, she yelled, "Mommy! Daddy!" I kneeled down, and she let go of Oliver's hand and ran towards us. When she was close to us, she tripped over her feet, and began to fall on the wood floor. Just in time Jake stepped forward and caught her, and brought her close to him. She flung her arms around his neck. He gave her a kiss on top of her head, and then she started reaching for me.

I walked to Jake and took her in my arms, holding her the way you hold a newborn. "See, mommy and daddy came back. We would never leave you," I cooed, kissing her forehead. She just yawned. "Well, we better go home so she can take a nap," I said. "Thank you so much. And remember dinner tonight," I called over my shoulder as we walked out the door.

"No problem. And we'll be there at 5:30." Lily called back.

We made are way back home. Jake unlocked the door, and I looked down at Sophie in my arms. She was sound asleep. "Aww. Look at her, Jake," I said.

He came and hugged me from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder, looking down at our sleeping baby girl. "She's so cute." He said. We stood there for a minute looking down at her. "We should put her in the crib, let her sleep." Jake said, releasing me and walking around in front of me. "Here give her to me," he said. "I'll bring her upstairs." We gently transferred her to Jake, careful not to wake her. We both headed upstairs. Jake took Sophie in to her room, and I went in to our room, and sank on to the bed.

Five minutes later Jake came in and sat beside me, his legs out in front of him. I sat up and moved closer to him. He put his arm around me and pulled me on to his lap. We kissed, and then I lay my head on his shoulder. We where silent for a minute, I was thinking.

"Miles, what's wrong?" he asked.

I thought for a minute. "Nothing's wrong….I just can't believe this is finally happening," I said, and for a reason I'll never know, I began to cry.

He pulled me closer to him, and began stroking my hair.

"You don't regret it, do you," he asked.

"Of course not," I said through my tears. "You know how long we've wanted this…how long I've wanted this. And now that its finally happening, I…I just can't believe it. It's a miracle." I finished

"I know. I can hardly believe it either. But its really happening baby…its really happening." He said softly, tightening his arms around me, and then continuing to stroke my hair. We stayed together in that position for about 20 minutes, when Sophie started screaming.

I got up off the bed, and ran to her room, followed by Jake. She was standing up, holding to the gate of the crib for support, crying. I picked her up and brought her close to me, rubbing her back. Once she stopped crying I put her on the changing table and changed her diaper. Then I picked her up and the three of us walked downstairs.

The phone started ringing just as we entered the kitchen. "Honey, can you get that?" I said to Jake, walking over to the highchair.

He walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello," he said in to the phone as I placed Sophie in the chair, and pushed the tray in to place. He paused, then said, "Hello, Mr. Stewart….Yea she's right here." He said.

I took the phone, but before talking I said to Jake, "can you please feed her some of the baby food from the cabinet?" He nodded and went to get it. Then I talked to my dad. "Hi daddy."

"Hey honey. How's…everything?" he said. He wanted to know about the doctors.

"Jake and I are fine. And Sophie is great. And I'll tell you about the doctors later," I said

"Fine," he sighed. "And I'm going to have someone with me tonight." He said.

"Ooo," I cooed. "Are we talking lady friend?" I inquired.

"You'll see tonight," he said. After talking a few more minutes we hung up. I walked over to Jake and Sophie.

He was trying, pretty ineffectively, to get her to eat smashed peas. The green goop was all over her face and hands. "Oh my gosh," I said, laughing. My daughter clapped her hands and laughed. "And how are things over here?"

"Not good. She doesn't want to eat this stuff…And I don't blame her. It smells repulsive," he said.

I laughed again. "Well, she may not like to eat it…but she sure likes to play in it," I said. She was rubbing it all over the tray of the high chair and all over her face.

Jake also laughed, then said, "I think she's done." He got up and brought the bowl of food to the sink, and came back with a wet sponge.

I unbuckled Sophie and took her out, and said, "I'm going to go give her a bath," well Jake began cleaning the high chair.

I brought her upstairs and in to her room and over to the changing table. I took her clothes off and then brought her in to the bathroom. I filled the bathtub with a little water, and then lowered her in to it. She immediately started laughing and splashing. I kneeled down on the side of the tub and began to clean her. After 20 minutes, she was clean and dry, and I was soaking wet. I wrapped her in the towel, and carried her back to her room. I put a diaper on her, then dressed her in a pink shirt and little jean overalls. I put pink socks over her small feet, and then brushed her hair and put it in to pigtails.

While I was finishing with her hair, Jake walked in. "the kitchen is clean again." He announced.

I laughed. "And the daughter is clean and dry," I said.

"The daughter is….but the mommy isn't." he added.

"I know," I said. "Here, you take her downstairs, and I'll go change," I added, handing Sophie to him.

We followed each other out of the room, and he walked down stairs, and I walked in to our room.

I took off the wet clothes, and put on a long, black skirt, and a green top. Then I slid the black ballet flats back on. Then I went in to our bathroom and took off my make up and re did it. Then I brushed my hair, and put it in half up half down. Then I went back downstairs. I found them in the living room. Jake sitting on the couch with Sophie in his lap, watching a cartoon on the TV. When he saw me he lifted up Sophie up and sat her on the couch.

"Honey, Mommy and I will be in the kitchen. You watch the TV, and we'll come and check on you in a few minutes, okay?" he said. She nodded, so he got up and we walked in to the kitchen. Once we where in the kitchen he wrapped hi arms around me, and gave me a long kiss. "You look amazing," he said.

I laughed, hugging him back. "You said that earlier." I reminded him.

"Well, you always look beautiful," he said, kissing me again.

"Thank you," I said, kissing him back. "But we should start dinner."

So he went to check on Sophie while I got the stuff out. When he came back, we started cooking. We where going to have pasta and meatballs and sauce. We prepared everything, taking in turn to check on Sophie every few minutes. By the time everything was on the stove cooking, it was 5:15. We went in the living room, where Sophie was sitting playing with blocks and watching the TV.

Just then the doorbell rang. I walked in to the hall, and pulled the front door open. It was Lily, Oliver, and Emily. "Hey." I said, standing back to let them in.

Then Jake came in, carrying Sophie. As I began to close the door, a car pulled up, and Jake's parents got out.

"Hey, Debbie!" I said

"Miley, how are you," she said, as we hugged.

"Good, and you?"

"Oh, I'm fine," she answered. And then Jackson arrived, with Dianna.

"Hey, little sister," he said, hugging me.

"Hey. You really like being older then my don't you?" I laughed

"Oh yea"

"Miley, we haven't talked in a while," Dianna said.

"Hey, Di, how you feeling?" I asked, hugging her. She was 3 months pregnant.

"Oh…you know….some days go better then others," she responded.

Just as I was taking Sophie from Jake, my dad walked in.

"Hey, sweetie," he said, wrapping me in a hug.

"Hey, daddy," I answered. Once we broke apart, I asked. "So where is this lady friend?" I asked.

Then, before he could answer, a familiar voice said, "Try sister, sweetie," and my aunt Dolly walked in.

"Aunt Dolly!" I exclaimed. I hadn't seen her since the wedding. I hugged her.

"So this is Miley's daughter," she said, seeing Sophie. "She's so cute." She exclaimed.

About three hours later, we where done with dinner. We had put the sleeping babies in Sophie's crib and we where in the big family room.

"So Miles," Lily said. "Are you going to tell us about the doctor's appointment?" she asked

"Well…" I trailed off.

"Come on, tell us." Dad said.

"I'm finally pregnant!" I said.

What followed where a lot of hugs and congratulations.

"How far are you?" Di asked.

"One month," I answered. "And I'm really looking forward to the morning sickness," I joked.

Everyone laughed. Just then we heard crying from upstairs. "Oh I'll go check on them." I said. I got up and left the room and went upstairs. When I got to the baby's room, I had a bad feeling, something wasn't right.

I looked in the crib and saw I was right.

Jake's POV

We where talking when we hear Miley's terrified scream. "JAAAAKE!" And a bang. I jumped up and ran up the stairs, followed by everyone. When I got to Sophie's room, Miley was on the floor. Everyone else stood at the door , but I rushed to her, and knelt down. She was crying.

I put my arms around her. "Baby what's wrong?" I asked.

She was sobbing and I barley understood as she screamed, "SOPHIE," through her cries. I stood up, pulling her with me, and looked in the crib. I instantly saw what was wrong.

Only Emily was in the crib. Sophie was gone. Nowhere to be seen.

Da da daaaaaa!!!!!! CLIFF HANGER. I promise I'll try to update soon. REVIEW, Please.

Oh and If you have and suggestions for a name for the story, I'd be glad to hear it.

Thanks,

-Jen