An- Hey! Just wanna apologize yet again for the delay of this long-awaited chapter. I've been really busy lately but I've finally found a system to work with in order to keep my updates in check; I'm quickly mentally labeling myself as one of those updaters that never Ud in forever and that pisses me off because I'm always pissed when writers do that and yet I'm turning into one myself. Anyways, here's the macho plan I constructed. Its called the centennial reviewal program. Each single time we reach a new border in our reviews like let's say '10-20' reviews, I update the next chapter either the next day or the day before that; basically two times that week. It's been a system that has been working greatly so hopefully we can use this to our advantage.

Answers to reviewers:

Mileyluver4: Thank you so much for reviewing, sorry for making you wait for the update. I'm glad you enjoyed it, hopefully you'll enjoy this one too.

Espanol: I know exactly how you feel, I love Miley too, it kinda kills me that I've written her in this kind of state. Just the thought makes me sad.

Untapie: I know what you mean about the whole depressing factor. My mood tends to sadden too when I think about the situation I've written up for them but it has to be done or else this story will have no point. I can guarantee that our love Miley Stewart- my bad- Grey, will have her memory back; eventually. Just bear with me here.

Sinaxx:

He-he, I'm glad you liked it. I'm always thrilled to hear the opinions of others, I'm glad that you think she isn't racist, I mean- she has asian friends for pete's sakes and she was standing right next to one when they did it, he was pulling the stunt also so why didn't he get sued? I personally think they were offended for no reason and just want Miley's money.

LongLiveInsanity:

Aww, thank you! I'm glad you liked the chapter. And as for the whole racist comment and your view on how you don't think she is racist is amazing, added bonus is that your asian. Keep the faith, I can guarantee Miley appreciates it and he-he so do I!

TheHeartNeverLies442:

Yes! Thank you, someone that gets me! It's like we're twins or something, lol! Your view about the whole Miley, racist scandal is exactly the way I see it. I think its kind of low how people are always trying to be so negative towards Miley and try so hard to bring her down; she's only sixteen and simply living her life, I hate that people judge her when they have no idea who she is, I mean- have you even met her, more even, had a conversation? It bugs me too.

NickJisoffmychain2828:

Okay, let me just say that I officially love you! He-he, sorry if I sound stalkerish or kind of a looney by exclaiming that but the way you answered my question is exactly how I see it. I do think people should get off her back. I mean I don't know what it is about this sick obsession they have with hating Miley. If you hate her, why bother wasting your time to update yourself with the current posts that come up only to slam about her afterwards. *sigh* The things the girl does to the world, its one of the reason I love that girl. She's like Disney's hbic ( Head bitch in charge.)

Oh! And thanks for the review, glad you loved the chapter and lets just say, that suggestion of yours, may of came to mind a few times. You never know, I might just use it and sooner than you think too ;)

Soccergirl722:

Girl, I agree with you on her not being racist. And thanks again for the supportive comment regarding my story, your reviews are what keeps me running!

Sexxiselli08:

Ha-ha, thanks for the comment, I think you are right about her not knowing it would offend anyone and.. I'm pretty sure you already know I updated 'I'm in love with my bodyguard' I did it strictly for you.

Hanfan89:

I know right, I hate making Nicky so sad, lol. Oh well, All's fair in love and war right? Besides love comes with consequences, I'm sure Nick is figuring that out as we speak. I'm glad you liked the father daughter moment, I've always adored the interaction they have on Hannah Montana therefore the reason why I posted a little piece about them; they just have that tight-knit bond that most kids don't have with their parents. It so heart-warming.

Alright, hope that answers them all. let's begin!

Previously:

"What? What is it?"

"That boy earlier, the one that ran out of my room like a shark ready to bite his swimming trunks." She started, smiling slightly at his loud rumble of laughter. " Who is he? He seemed too sad."

The sentence was enough to halt Robby Ray's laughter, expression crawling back to sorrow as he remembered the situation at hand and the young man he now called son shedding tears in a chair nearby..

How in the name of all legends out there was he supposed to tell his naive, confused little girl that the man that hightailed out of the room was her husband?

Chapter 7: Downfall of the day.

The bright light shone against her creamy skin of perfection, the lightness, the pure brightness streaking her with its presence, taunting her with its distinct lighting beauty. Birds were chirping, practically chanting a wondrous lullaby, gleeful children's laughter could be heard in the distance, the sound of the wind performing its infamous dance as the leaves dropped with instant magnificence.

If inquired about the delightful exterior people called the outdoors, most people would inform you that it was a mirthful day filled with laughter and pleasure to all those around the world; atleast in the area.

To Miley, she concluded otherwise. It was torturing agony, it was fucking hell and she suddenly wished she were cooped up somewhere else.

Just when her supposed father,- yes the word was still a whee bit unsettling for her considering her current state- were about to part his lips in order to offer her access about the particular man that had occupied her thoughts since the minute she damn well laid eyes on him, lips about to dish about the man himself which would also be excellent source for the future, her father had been interrupted, rude awakening filling the room as the nurse informed them of her presence, shooing away her father.

In result, she had watched as relief had surged through the face of the single father, rushing words that started with ' It's okay' and ' just doing your job' before he gave her a side kiss to the temple, ruffled her hair abit and curled his hand around the doorknob as he exited. His last parting words had been that he would check on her later.

Her eyes fixated on the petite-sized nurse in front of her, eyeing her with annoyance as she huffed loudly, scoffing as the nurse simply chuckled quietly, humming a bright tune. She couldn't help the disdain she felt for the woman at that moment, words flashing through her mind as her mind consumed thoughts.

Couldn't she just but in say.. Twenty minutes later?

Miley breathed an intense sigh, momentarily flinching as the woman accidentally patted her arm, exactly where her stitches from the accident were situated. Her eyes formed a firm glare at the woman before she gave up, slumping her shoulders with defeat as she simply ran a hand through her brunette locks, her thoughts being consumed by him once again… mystery boy.

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Her soft tranquil breaths flushed through the room, her nose flaring in and out within each intake of breath she took. Her lips parted, a strangled moan rushing out of her lips, her face creasing with distress as she stirred. Her figure turning crimson red, him alertingly up as he reached out to console her, his chest heaving.

Nick picked up the slumbering three year old, a transpired sigh clouding the room as he rocked her back and forth, his voice humming a tune that was familiar to the three year old nestled in his arms, broad arms tightening his grip on her as he sang in her ear softly; emotion lacing in with his voice as he sang.

He watched as she relaxed under her touch, babbling a few words before she fixated her head on his chest, breathing a soft sigh before resuming her sole place back to the land of the slumbering, his heart beat pounding in her ears.

His distressed face, one that had been formed in the slight hesitant fact that she might've woken up again relaxed, him dropping her onto her bed softly as to not awaken her before leaving her with a long kiss on the forehead, brushing back her bangs as he draped the covers over her before he exited the room.

A fatigued sigh escaped his mouth as his hand shot upwards to thread through his bouncy curls. His face drained with emotional stress, eyes bloodshot red from the amount of tears he had shed.

He still remembers the look on her face, one of pure innocence, loss of knowledge, despair as her blue eyes fixated on him, her face holding regret and sadness before she opened her mouth and said the sentence that caused him to break, both emotionally and physically.

I'm sorry, but who in Aunt Pearl's name are you?

His breath came out shuddering, eyes fluttering shut as pain consumed him, striking him with full force as he blinked on the edge of tears. The remembrance of it all, the memory of it swinging through his head. It still burned him, flamed deep inside of him, eating him up inside.

His own wife… has no clue as to who he is.

If you were to question him two weeks earlier if he had ever pictured his wife in this particular position, him in this torturous state and the impact it had on the rest of them, he would of very well chuckled smoothly and retorted a soft ' not a chance', adding that they were much too happy and situations like that only happened in the movies, not in the real world where things were more complex for them, easier.

He takes a look at them now and his mind flashes with anger, fleetingly wondering how they got where they were in this particular time and place. How could they go from happiness, being the only celebrity that lived a life filled with stability, children, big paying jobs, publicity and the title that told others they had never divorced.. Considering the fact that they had married at the age of 19 to the messed up, broken individuals that they currently were as of now.

He sobbed at the fact, thoughts idling through his mind. Had their been a kink in the stars? Was this a test? Was this a long-awaited punishment for something they had done, for living their lives solely in happiness?

He didn't know, yet the glimmer of hope he had just regained was slowly reducing at the thought of it.

"Don't even think about it, dude."

He jumped about a mile high, brunette strands bouncing gleefully upwards before retreating back downwards, breath fastening as he relaxed under the familiarity of the voice, innerly-groaning… all he wanted was to be alone.

"Ignore me all you want, man." Voiced Oliver, pushing his hands into his jean-pockets. " I'll still be here."

"What do you want, Oliver?"

"Your wife." He joked, wincing as his feeble attempt to lighten the situation, receiving a hard look from the man opposite him. " Look, Man… we know Miley doesn't remember you right now, but…-"

"That's just it, man!" Yelled Nick, regarding his friend with a sharp expression. " She doesn't remember me. She doesn't remember our kids, she doesn't remember her friends, she doesn't remember her brother.. She doesn't even remember her own father! She has no knowledge whatsoever of the life we shared together, man. None whatsoever."

"Nick, dude-"

Nick's eyes flashed with anger as he battled off his inner emotions, tears welling up in her eyes.

" You have no idea how it feels, Oliver. To watch her sit there, in that bed, facing the world with no absolute knowledge of the dangers that come along with it, all innocent like. You have no idea how it feels when she looks at me, blue eyes no longer filled with those sparkling specs in them. She looks numb, Oliver. Dead to the world, as if she's just woken up. To strangers no less." He breaths harshly, tears colliding with his cheeks. " That's what I am to her… a stranger and the knowledge itself kills."

"Your right, dude. " Started Oliver, momentarily taken aback from the conversation that had taken place. " No one understands the pain that you are going through better than you, yourself, the experiencer. But I do have an intake on how she feels, and trust me. It aint that pretty."

From the peculiar look Nick sends him, he elaborates. " I talked to her, Nick. We all did…. She's confused, she's adjusting, we introduced ourselves to her and how we've been sitting at her bedside since she's wound up here and she was momentarily baffled with the love in the room. She's scared, Nick.. But most of all she's hurting. She fears that she's caused you to run away from her, fears that she's broken you. " He chuckles lightly. " Even when momentarily not herself you still have that big impact on her no one can reach.. She just woke up from a coma and she's worried about you. She's still in there, Nick.. Somewhere just dying to come out, we can all see it, and you're the only one that can bring her out."

"What if I can't?" He whispers solemnly, regarding his friend with tearful eyes. " What if love isn't enough?"

"Love comes with consequences, my brotha. Whether strong or weak, its all the same. Love is never not enough, it either is or it isn't and we the lovers are the only ones that have the answer to it.. So, Nick.. Is it enough or not?"

"Its enough every damn minute." He instantly replies and Oliver grins, clasping him on the back with pride and adoration before speaking.

"Well then, go get your girl, man. She's waiting."

Nick nods, determined as he rushes out of the room, slamming on his jacket. His girl is waiting and regardless of the situation, however long it will take for her to get her memory back, if she ever gets her memory back, he'll wait aswell; because their love is enough and he plans to prove that to her and the rest of the world.

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He chuckles, shaking his head back and forth incredulously. " My whole life, my whole life I've asked dad if we could ship you off to the hospital and the one time I don't, fate decides to step in away." He jokes.

Miley casts her eyes upwards, eyeing the shaggy blonde-haired guy in front of her. He looked about his age, more so, older, his blue eyes daring and lightening up with amusement and humor. He smirks and she suddenly feels her heart pound in her ears, fleetingly wonder if she should somehow swing out peppermint spray.

Self defense right? Who knows she might just need it?

Jackson grins bashfully, chuckling victoriously before mustering up a response, chest heaving from the amount of laughter he has consumed. " Jackson Ron Stewart, your brother." He chuckles as her eyes widen immensely, regarding him with a baffled expression on her face. " The look on your face, priceless!"

"Not funny." She spat out unconsciously as she pursed her lips. " Now I know why they call you the weird one."

"And they say your in a coma…Touché" He teases, slumping into a chair as he turns to face her, inspecting her with his eyes.

Jackson Ron Stewart was what people would label a comical person. His whole life was spent with him being the comical one in the family, the one less intelligent than the rest of them, definitely less talented and definitely something opposed to normal.

He was a man that lived off of fun, his teenage years consumed with him acting like a normal teenager, asking out chicks and feeding his macho ego even when shot down, enjoying the perks of being Hannah Montana's sister- atleast when the money came rolling in and his infamous ideas of guilt tripping his sister into lending him some' and plotting ways to get revenge on the piteous demonic child he called Rico whenever he went to work.

Needless to say, Jackson was filled with adventure, having never had a dull moment in his life and over the years that hadn't changed. He still lived off of fun, slight change being made in his plans with the fact that he had a fiancée yet that didn't stop him, he was simply Jackson Stewart, a man people liked to tease but nevertheless loved him, regardless his peculiar attitude.

All in all, One could say Jackson had never once in his life showed his affection for his little sister unless around the household or simply in little hushed moments between the two of them. With that being said, most would be surprised by the affection, the heartbreaking pain that had been sprawled out evident to the world once learned that his sister was on the point of life and death.

Even when not shown and his reluctance of admitting it, Jackson loved his little sister and even when they teased each other with insults and threw playful banters of annoyance with each other, they had a bond like any other sibling in the world; she had his back when needed just like he had hers, the plus side was that she was family and he spent most of his early years making her happy when his mother had died and his father had spiraled into a solemn state of depression.

That and the damn girl had given up the dang queen for him, it was only natural he owe her back.

"So Jackson, I hear your getting married?" She drawled out, lips curling into a smile as she eyed the sparkle in his eyes at the thought of his fiancée. " Congratulations." She smirked. " I do feel bad for the soon to be wifey though."

Jackson smirked, fleetingly wondering that they had nothing to worry about. It seemed like not much had changed. " Hardy-har-har- it's so funny I forgot to laugh. Give me a heads up next time would ya?"

She giggles and he chuckles along with her, relishing at the sound. Him concluding as scary as it is, that he's missed his baby sister.

" I'm sorry." She informs him, apologetic emotion laced with her voice as she tucks her head downwards, elaborating as Jackson sends her a strange expression. " You would have been married already, hell, probably already be on your way to your honeymoon if it weren't for me."

Jackson shakes his head with a slight laugh, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. " Yeah.. You should be." He sighs jokingly, laughing at her wide-eyed expression before turning serious. " Look Miles, you're my sister and yes we bicker sometimes and you can be totally hard-headed and annoying but.. You're my baby sister and knowing that you were in the hospital, fighting for your life… there's now way I would've gotten married without you present."

Miley smiles softly, remarking how sweet he was, unnoticing the smirk on his lips as he continued to provoke her.

"That and well… Dad would've never aloud it and well, Lena would probably kill me with daggers."

She rolls her eyes, smiling as she shakes her head side to side before pulling him into an embrace, startling him. She smiles as he retreats the gesture.

"You know-" She starts off with a grin. " Your not so bad, Jackson."

"You either, Miles. You either."

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Nerves bustle through him, palms sweating as he hangs in front of her door. His heart constricts out of his chest and he halts, slashing a hand over his heart in order to prevent it from exploding. His mind conjures up ways to approach her, ways to talk to her. He's nervous beyond compare and he's suddenly taken back to the moment he met her, as Hannah Montana, his eyes meeting her sparkling blue ones and how his heart pounded in his ears. He fell hard for her in that moment, that minute.

The nerves that strayed within him didn't come close to the ones from that previous moment in time. His lips part, him swallowing a gash of air in order to loosen up the nerves that welled up inside him before his hand curled up around the doorknob, mentally preparing himself to see his wife, a slight chuckle came out of his lips as he replayed that sentence in his head, chuckling at the irony of the situation.

Never in a million years had he ever seen himself getting so nervous over seeing Miley since the years they had said their vows and gotten hitched; then again, she was Miley, always a constant surprise. He just wasn't ready for this one.

Before he could shriek at himself to retreat back to the car due to the fears that boiled inside of him, his hand swooshed the door open, the momentary swoosh of air whipping him in the face as if ordering him to wake up as he marched into the spacious hospital room.

His eyes met hers instantly, Blue meeting hesitant brown as they simply looked at each other, drowning the world beside them out as they entered the land of Nick and Miley, a land which only held them inside, eyes only fixated on each other.

She's still beautiful, concludes Nick, if more so, radiant as ever. She seems more carefree since the last time he had seen her that previous morning, more confident, more at ease with the world and her situation, even if she has no current know bouts what so ever about why she even landed up there. Her brunette hair cascades down her face, blue eyes popping it with a bright sparkle, her cheeks grow red under his indiscreet gaze and he blushes alongside her, knowing she had caught him checking her out.

His body goes on alert and fear, sudden thoughts of her thinking he was a perve and that his presence made her uncomfortable or that she'd simply resort to kicking him out of his room for his dirty minded thoughts and he blushes deeper, innerly cringing.

He never would've thought that there could be a consequence for checking out his gorgeous wife.

Her lips curl into a hesitant smile, smile reaching her eyes and his nerves loosen, diminishing into never land as they simply hold the eye-contact, him casting his eyes to the floor as he smirks, having had noticed her checking him out.

His chocolate brown eyes cast back upwards, meeting her curious blue ones as their gaze never waver, him tucking his hands into his pockets in an act of nervousness.

She smiles lightly, waving him over with her hand and he marvels at her, wondering how she could have such confidence and trust within him when she had no idea as to who he was and who he was to her, he hadn't realized he had said it aloud until her mesmerizing voice, one he hadn't heard in so long, spoke.

" I don't know either." She chuckles nervously, rubbing her palms on her covers, suddenly feeling they were vastly becoming sweaty, confused by the way her heart beaded rigidly against her chest. At his expression, she elaborated. " I don't know why I'm so confident towards you or trust you so much when I'm so shy with the others… there's just.. Something about you, this familiarity… something telling me, call it gut instinct or whatever you want that's telling me we're close, really close and your important to me, I can feel it."

He smiles slightly, slightly getting at ease. "You have questions, don't you?"

She nods childishly and he grins, having a mental flashback to a certain time where she had acted like that with him before, let's just say it was a very primal moment in time and they were both.. Taunting each other, resulting in hot, wild, sex. He curses himself for bringing up the situation, willing himself to think of something else before the little guy beneath his pants could become.. excited.

He breathes a sigh, slumping into the chair near her bed, crawling into the bed beside her when she protests, informing him that she had space before moving over and patting the space beside her. He shuddered at the close proximity between them, longing to just spread his arms around her, strong urge of pressing his lips to hers coming to mind. His eyes take notice of the innocent look he gives him and he feels guilt rise in him for thinking such a thing.

"What do you wanna know?" He questions quietly, biting his lip with hesitance.

"Who are you?" She blurts out, cursing herself as she notices the flash of hurt rush through his eyes. " I- I'm sorry, I just- this connection we have, it intrigues me, and I, God, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." He whispers hoarsely, clearing his throat before answering, pain running through his very veins as he speaks. " I- I'm your husband."

Miley gasps, hand instantly going to her hand, eyes aimlessly wandering to his hand. Sure enough, evident to her eyes and certainly the world, lay a shiny band, a huge bright diamond sparkling back at her, its beauty forming a wave of happiness and guilt to reside within her.

She's married, had committed her life to a man that she could very well see, loved her with every fiber of his being. Had Promised to love and adore him whether in sickness and in health till death do them apart, informing others that she wouldn't cause him any kind of pain or hurt in the process and yet she did anyway, breaking her vows she concluded, with the fact that she had caused him pain anyway. Her heart felt for the handsome guy at that moment.

Without noticing, her hand plays with her other hand, searching, seeking for the band that belonged to her, that was a form of expression that told all mankind that she was taken and happily married. She frowns once not having felt the exterior, unconsciously jerking her body in a tense move, eyes quickly casting upwards, questioning the brunette man with her eyes.

Nick lays a hand over her hand, attempting to calm her nerves, that and his urges had gained control. Miley looks down, fleetingly wondering how warm, how right, how natural, their hands felt together, intertwined and it was that, that movement that makes Nick curse himself before hurriedly slipping his fingers away from hers; innerly cursing himself.

Miley takes notice of the aching of that warmth she had earlier go through her body once again.

Nick clears his throat before speaking. "Your ring, they took it off when they were performing surgery."

"W-where is it?" She muses in a hushed tone, curiosity and a possessive feeling rushing through her. She didn't know why but something inside of her felt horrid, like something was missing, she wondered fleetingly if that , the ring was what was missing.

Her thoughts dissipate once her attention focuses back to Nick, viewing as he slips a hand into his shirt, gripping onto something before untangling it from his neck. She gasps innerly, seeing the glimmering shine of the band calling out to her. Nick slips it off the rope necklace it had currently been on, laying it on the table before ducking his head, embarrassed.

" I- we- you." He stutters, breathing a sigh as he runs a hand in his curly locks. " I just couldn't bear someone confiscating it or better yet losing it so I… well yeah."

She smiles softly, putting her hand over his, intertwining their hands together. She didn't know why she did it yet something inside of her strongly suggested it was the right thing to do. She concludes her inner side was right considering the way her husband looked up at her with surprise, a hint of hope glimmering in his eyes.

"It's okay." She softly says, stroking his fingers, the act provides relaxation through Nick's body.

She hovers, opening her mouth and closing it a few times before opting to ask the question. " How long have we been.. You know, married?"

"Seven years." He instantly whispers, watching as her eyes go wide, dumbfounded. " We dated since we were fourteen and decided to get married when we were nineteen. It wasn't an all out romantic proposal or anything, it was more of a spur of the moment thing. We just woke up one day, stared in to each other's eyes and I just popped the question."

"Whoa.." Whispered Miley, gob smacked as she tried to comprehend the whole thing. " Seven years, what are we like.. Movie characters, that kind of thing only happens in the movies."

"Well it was either that or propose in Vegas and well, that's just not the way I roll." He teased, their laughs joining together and uniting as one, Miley grinning up at him with an incredulous yet impressed expression on her face.

"Seriously though, seven years. " She enunciates in her southern Tennessee drawl. " I'm surprised you aren't tired of me, yet."

"I could never tire of you, Miles. Ever. Whether unconscious or not." He adds the last one in a hushed tone, hoping Miley hadn't heard it yet she heard it, loud and clear. She smiles softly in response before ducking her head in shame.

"I'm sorry." She announces sadly, tears brimming in her eyes. " For all of this, making you feel this way, I mean- we're married, we have children, both of which we made together, a blissful and content life and then this comes along and your suddenly on this never-ending rollercoaster of sadness that you can't escape, It's all my fault and I- I'm so-"

"You have nothing to apologize for, Miley." Nick retorts determinedly, his face hardening. He's always hated when Miley so much as cried and would instantly cuss the person that made her so much as shed a tear before rocking her in his arms, he was repulsed by the fact that he was the cause for her sadness. " You didn't ask for the accident to happen, you didn't wake up one morning and decide to wish sadness towards the world.. It just happened. You'll get your memory back, Miley… I'll be right alongside you every step of the way and if you don't." He gulped at the thought. "Well then, I'll still be here… I'm here to stay, Miles. I'll wait my whole life if we have to."

Her resolve breaks, tears streaming down her cheeks as she replays the whole speech in her head and she sobs, broken heartedly, wrench fully. She weeps for all the hurt she caused throughout the world, she weeps for all the fans she had agonized ( the gang, when they had introduced themselves had mentioned she was a pop sensation.) ,she weeps for her family and friends; group of people that provide so much warmth and love for her,

she weeps for her children, one of which will break once they realize that their mother has no idea who they are, but most of all, she weeps for the man that pulls her into a tight embrace, consoling her with emotion spurring out of him too, the man that continued to fight pain within each day she suffers this state, the man that devotes his whole life to making her happy.

Nick Grey.

And when he exits that door, after having received a phone call informing him that one of their kids were in need of him, hesitantly kissing her cheek, brushing her bangs back to see the whole of her face before walking out the door. Her mind spins, her eyes fluttering shut as she relishes in the moment. She could still feel his soft lips on her skin, his broad arms around her petite body, his calloused hands in her hair as he consoled her, hot breath tickling her ear as he murmured sweet words of affection in order to calm her down.

She's reeled with an overwhelming expression, one too deep and too emotional to explain, if she could explain it. Before she knows what's happening, she eyes the ring left on her table, in her line of vision, before, as if she was magnetically drawn to it, she picks it up and places it on her ring finger.

It felt right, it felt natural and it felt like for that one spinning moment, the world had finally resurrected back to its normal pace and she concludes, that the thought of being Nick's wife, appealed her in more ways than she should currently be feeling.

Its one of the reasons why it stays situated on her ring finger… for the world to see.

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Whoo! Long chapter! I hope you liked the Niley bit and the chapter itself wasn't boring for you. Anyways review, review, review, and there will be another post up possibly tomorrow. Moving on, have you guys read 'Miles to go' from Miley, I just read the first chapter and for a sixteen year old, her thoughts and her emotions are one so deep and on such a familiar basis that it connects us with her in its richest form. It amazes me that she goes through all that in her life and still manages to be sane and strong. You guys should read it.

Anyways, I suggest you read it and question: Do you think Miley is a slut for jogging with that baggy shirt, shorts and that bikini top she had on. I don't but your opinion is what really matters, so tell me what you think.

Peace. Love. Cyrus.