Abused. Hurt. Alone.
It's an ENGAGEMENT RING! Yahh! Still considering baby names, I'll confirm the sex and name of the baby next chapter. Read and review :D Whenever I upload it now, its underlined and it wont let me undo it! Any help from anyone is very much accepted, because when I read a fic, if its underlined it puts me off and I always try to avoid it in my work.
MILEYS POV
'What do you want. Pick anything - I'm paying!' said Nick firmly. I pondered the menu.
'Yum! The seafood selection looks good.' I replied, smiling.
'Good choice, Miss Miley.' replied Nick, laughing. The waiter came and we got a seafood selection each, and two diet cokes. I admired the restaurant. We were in a booth in the back corner, with rose bushes all around us.
Nick saw me staring and picked a rose up. Smiling, he tied it around the strap of my dress.
'We have more than one occasion to celebrate tonight.' said Nick, smiling, but stuttering. 'Will you marry me?'
I nearly passed out when he got down on one knee in front of the whole restaurant. I didn't need any time to think of an answer.
'Yes. Of course.' I replied, tears streaming down my face. Nick stood up and slid the ring onto my finger, then hugged me, wiping my tears. The onlookers had begun to cheer.
'I love you.' he whispered, kissing my cheek.
'I love you too.' I replied, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
'That was nice, freakish nice.' I said as we were walking home.
'Do you mean it? Or did you just say yes because of the crowd?' asked Nick. What? Is he accusing me of lying?
'Well, if you think I'm lying, the yes is real, but tomorrow morning it might not be!' I yelled, opening the door and running inside. I pulled on a pair of pyjamas and pulled the bedcovers right up over my head and started crying.
The next day I woke up a hell of a lot later than usual. I went through to the kitchen and found Nick sitting at the table.
'Look, Nick-' I was cut off by my own vomit. I ran to the bin and I felt someone hold my hair back.
'There, you okay? Anyway, I was thinking, and well, I was wrong to even think you would have lied.' blushed Nick, playing with his fingers.
'Its okay. I didn't mean what I said either. It was the hormones, pregnancy fucks up your body.' I replied, hugging him.
'So, Mrs Munroe, what do you want to do today?' asked Nick, a broad grin on his face.
'Technically, I'm STILL Miss Stewart. And I want to go to your parents. We need to tell them about the pregnancy.' I replied. Nick nodded.
'Well then, Miley, go get your coat.'
I grabbed my red cagoule and pulled it on over my pyjamas. Denise wouldn't care. Nick drove us there and we went inside. Denise looked at my hand.
'Oh my! She said yes!' she exclaimed, hugging us both.
'Yeah, I did. But there's something else-' I began, choking. How was she going to take this? 'I-I'm pregnant.' I blurted out.
'That's wonderful.' said Denise, looking at us. Then she turned to face the kitchen door. 'Paul! Get your lazy butt in here! Your daughter-in-law is carrying our second grandchild!'
'What the fuck? You serious? They're eighteen!' yelled back the voice of Paul, Nick's dad.
'Just ignore him, you two, sit down! We need to contact your gran, Nick! And your family too, Miley!' said Denise, handing Nick the phone.
'Em, hi grandmamma.' said Nick, after pressing the speaker phone button.
'Little Nicholas? Is that you? You must be, fifteen now?' replied a croaky old voice from the other end of the line.
'I'm eighteen, grandmamma. And there's some news.' replied Nick confidently. 'My fiancée, Miley, well, shes pregnant.'
'Nicholas Munroe! You knocked her up before you're married? Didn't your mother teach you anything?' yelled back the old woman, very angrily.
Denise pressed the end call button and handed the phone to me. I dialled Mamaws number. Aunt Dolly would be there most likely.
'Mamaw? Aunt Dolly?' I asked, putting the phone on speaker.
'What is it, Little Smiley? Do you want me to go get Mamaw so you can talk to us both?' replied Aunt Dolly.
'Please.' I said nervously.
'What is it?' asked Mamaw.
'Well, Nick proposed.' I said, going for the good news first - the pregnancy was still in undecided waters.
'That's amazing! I hope you said yes!' said Aunt Dolly happily.
'I did. And I'm pregnant.' I said, breathing deeply.
'So I'll be expecting scan pictures of my great grandchild?' laughed Mamaw.
'Yeah, I guess you will. Um, bye!'
I ended the call and gave the phone back to Denise.
'They took it ok.' hedged Nick. I nodded and he pulled me onto his lap, as if I was a baby, not the one about to mother one.
'Sorry, but I feel really really tired.' I murmured, leaning on his shoulder and drifting off.
'Nick, leave her be, she'll be tired.' whispered Denise, walking away. Nick wriggled around into a comfier position and then started stroking my hair and face.
'Thanks.' I said, kissing his hand gently.
NICKS POV
I looked down at Miley sleeping in my arms. I wriggled around so I could escape without waking her. I stood up and lifted her gently. I carried her up the stairs, into the room I had. The faded posters still hung limply on the wall. I laid Miley gently on the bed and pulled the covers over her.
'Night, beautiful.' I murmured, lying on top of the covers next to her.
She woke up a few hours later.
MILEYS POV
I woke up in Nick's bed. I'm guessing he put me here. I turned to see him staring at me.
'You pervert! Stop watching me sleep!' I said, hitting him in the head with his own pillow.
'I just wanted you to know where you were when you woke up.' replied Nick, smiling slightly.
'Nick, I'm pregnant, not a drugged up alcoholic.' I said, sitting up. I kissed him lightly and then got up off the bed.
'I know, I just, forget it.' he mumbled, following after me.
'So, do you want a boy or a girl?' I asked when we were on the couch downstairs.
'I want a girl, because then she'll look just like you, and she'll make a guy really happy.' replied Nick, rubbing my hand in his.
'Yeah, but then she'll end up like this- pregnant at eighteen.' I said, tapping my stomach. 'I want a boy. Because I imagine him to have your hair, my eyes, and your smile. That would be perfect.'
'Yeah, but no-one says this will be our only kid.' said Nick, kissing my forehead.
'Slow down, Carlos.' I muttered, pushing his head back.
'So, whens your due date?' asked Nick, wrapping his arm around me.
'March the 5th.' I replied, leaning against his chest.
'So she/he will be about a year younger than Carrie? Her birthday is the eleventh of January.' said Nick, pulling a strand of hair from my face.
'Awesome. Now I'm thinking we need to head home.' I answered, taking his hand and we walked out the door.
So, (this is a tricky riddle) explain,
To love is to love
To love is to hate,
To hate is to hate.
And any names for baby? I have picked the sex, names still accepted. And YOU DONT NEED TO BE A MEMBER TO REVIEW! Click the button, he's lonely. :L