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Annoying sisters, draining teachers and gruesome slow-passing of the day, aint it grand?
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Previously:
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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Chapter 8: Life is a whirlwind just waiting to happen.
"Harmony…" She could faintly hear, the faint irritated voice of her father echoing into her little brain as she moved rapidly around the room, eyes blinking innocently wide.
Insert giggle here.
She instantly regretted her poor action, knowing precisely by the rapid close footsteps that could be heard in a distance that her father had recognized her cynical giggle and that he was hot on her trail.
So she did what any common three year old would do..
Jump in the tool shed
Time ticked slowly, her clasping a petite hand over her mouth in order to contain the giggles that were desperately desiring to come out from the game of cat and mouse and the game of hide and seek she had made him participate in.
It was always a pleasure watching him squirm uncomfortably as he went wildfire searching for any common place she could be.
That and well, she knew she was in big, big trouble, the one reason why she had started the game in the first place.
She wasn't very fond of seeing her father disappointed, her being the three year old angel that she is and an absolute daddy's girl didn't really take a great liking to him being disappointed in her either.
Although Jaylen she could mind, but that's a story for another time.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by the door rattling open, her face hesitantly looking upwards only to grimace as she caught sight of her father, all tousled curly hair and agitation sprawled across his face, looking down at her with a frown.
She hesitantly smiled meekly in response.
She viewed with innocent blue doeful eyes of hesitance as her father crouched down to her size, exhaling before he feathered a hand in his locks, softly caressing her into his arms before standing up and carrying her baby-like to the kitchen table.
There was minimal beats of silence, Harmony watching pensively as her father once again, ran a frustrated hand into his afro curls before hovering in front of her, staring her down with a look of sheer disappointment and confusion.
Her eyes instantly went to the floor as a response.
There was a sigh barreling into her big ears, (something Uncle Joe had often told her yet she still didn't understand- she had checked in the mirror, even squinting for emphasis, her ears looked just fine to her) before her father's warm hands wrapped around her little frame and she accepted it, gripping on to it with trembling fingers, dropping into his laps before winding her arms around his neck.
Insert the tears… now.
He held her when she cried, rocking her slightly and singing light rhythms in her ear, something she had always likes since she had been in the stomach of her mother- yes, she was sure, her mommy told her so-
Ten minutes later and the tears of shame, at least what she thought her father called it- she couldn't remember- decided to take a breather did she finally lift her face up hesitantly to look up into the face of her father.
He didn't look too mad.
"What's going on, Harmony?" He sighed.
"Nuffin'."
"Which is why Timmy got decked smack dab in the face this morning, right?" He murmured sarcastically- something she had noticed he had been doing a lot these days- before continuing. " Your lucky Jamie saw you and decided to stop it before you could get hurt."
Did she say she loved Jamie? Not anymore she didn't.
"He deserved it, he was crammin' on my mood." She murmured hotly, the term nearly making Nick rumble into laughter. The term was one of the very things Miley adored to say, it was amazing how much Harmony was becoming a splitting image of his wife, both personality wise and image wise.
"So you decided to punch him instead?" He answered dejectedly. " Harmony you know violence isn't the answer."
"He said mommy don't like me no more and that's why she's so sick." She admitted, tears welling into her eyes as she turned away from her father's hot gaze, leveling her eyes to dejectedly look out in the outdoors.
"Harmony…" She heard him start. She sniffed in response, stubbornly not meeting his eyes. " Harmony, look at me…" He added in pleadingly, using both his fingers to turn her sad face towards his.
"Your mother loves you, both you and Jay.. don't let some street bully think otherwise." He told her confidently, extending a hand to brush back the brunette bangs that made way to cover her eyes.
"Then how come she don't wanna see me at the hos-pi-tal?" She enunciated sadly, blinking up at her father with sparkling blue specs of sadness.
"Princess, you know your not aloud in there, mommy doesn't want you to see her looking so ill" He answered, his hands getting lost in her short tousled curls.
"But I see her sick all the time!" She screeched helplessly, hot chunk of tears slipping on to her cheeks before she furiously wiped them away. "I jus' wan' my mama." She added as an afterthought before she bounced up from her position on her father, ignoring his attempt to calm her down and let her little legs dash up the stairs, slamming of the door being heard minutes later.
Nick breathed a frustrated sigh, slumping dejectedly in his chair as he buried his hands into his fingers.
Stomp, stomp, slam.. Even when attempting to pursue some mild normalcy in the world, the action proved to complicate his day just a little bit more.
It was an action filled with anger that they had found out Harmony often played when upset or clearly angry.
Short and petite as she is, she loved attention and loved to make everything she did be noticed by those around hers, always making sure she was in the spotlight- something with that face, wasn't that difficult to do.
In result of that, she produced this game, something they found she loved to do where she'd purse her lips, hands on her hip before she stomped up the stairs, down the hall and into her room, making sure dramatic effect was added in by slamming the door harshly in response.
It was only ironic that Miley used to do the same thing at her age.
Honestly, he often worried if he could be able to tend to the fire breathing dragon that escaped from his daughter when she reached her teenage years. Now that's a scary thought.
He was jumbled out of his thoughts by the sound of the door rattling open, soft footsteps following along closely afterwards.
"What's wrong with you?" She spat moodily, huffing with annoyance as he moved in to help her when she waddled over to the table, struggling with difficulty because of the big bulge she carried obviously getting in the way.
"I could ask you the same question." He sighed, raising his eyes to meet hers.
"Kevin's driving me crazy." She admitted heatedly, causing Nick to chuckle slightly. " I mean- I love him and hence the wedding ring on my finger but he's gone all lieutenant Jonas on me and slamming all over my independence." She huffed with imploringly. " He's just about this much near to singing me a damn lullaby."
"It could be due to the fact that you nearly lost the baby last week." Nick retorted accusingly, raising his eyebrows with concern.
"I know, I know." She sighed, holding her hands up in defense. "And I've suffered the consequences, really, I have. Besides, its not all my fault that there were too many things running around to keep me sidetracked, baby health be damned." She smiled slightly. "Speaking of drama, the wheel still spinning on yours?"
"One sentence- Stomp, stomp, slam." He recited dejectedly, viewing as Ashley cringed in response, eyebrows arched up in concern.
"Again? That's like, the third time this week." She exclaimed with admittance. "What's it about this time?"
Nick sighed, running his hand wildly in his head of curls, emotions running haywire on him. "She's adamant on seeing Miley."
"And the problem there would be?"
"She's three years old, Ash. She's too old to be exposed to the bad side of the world when infact she should be going off in Harmony world , singing corny songs and picking the next invisible unicorn to go fly her off to the moon… feeling down because your mother has no idea who you are shouldn't have to be on her agenda, none of them." He retorted, referring to how both his kids would feel if they learned the truth about their mother.
"Yet their drained with sadness from being away from her this long." Ash continued, adding her own insight. "Look Nick, while I support you one hundred percent on this decision- after all you are my favorite bro-in- law." She added with a wink, smiling as she got him to laugh before intertwining their fingers. "You are just causing them more sadness by preventing them from seeing Miley, amnesia be damned. "
"Besides.." She continued as an after thought. " Haven't you and Miley talked about what would happen when she comes home and how she would act with the kids?"
"We've decided she'd just go with the flow, attempt to remember them, you know? ." He laughed breathlessly, ironically thinking of the situation. "I've even concocted a speech on things she should know."
"Only you would do such a thing, NJ." She shook her head with a smile. "If you've got that part covered, this shouldn't be a problem. This is all for the benefit of your children's wellbeing, after all isn't that what families are all about? " She smirked. "Besides, maybe one look at those two together and BAM! Memory restored!"
Nick shook his head with a scrutinizing smile, squeezing her hand affectionately. " Your going to be a great mom, Ash."
"I already knew that but it never hurts to hear it time and again." She joked, brown eyes sparkling before pushing him slightly. "Now go make my favorite kids in the world happy and give Miley my greetings, I'd do so myself but by then I'll be on permanent lockdown."
"He's just worried, Ash." He laughed. " I was the same way too with both of mine."
"Doesn't mean it doesn't suck!" She whined bitterly, crossing her arms to only huff in exaggeration as she had a hard time doing so.
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Boredom, there was really no true answer to define the term. Well actually there was, but Miley was a bit too bored to go enunciating the definition of the slightly too big word.
It seemed boredom found an amorous liking to her, following her around with its hidden hind legs and invisible demonic ears just waiting to conjure up yet another way to make her day seem fuller and longer than it already had been.
Seriously, how the hell did patients stand being in this environment for so long. The walls were repulsing, the food felt like it was made by a newborn, the TV had a damn expiration date set in, fulfilling the day just that morning and the music damn near made her want to strangle the nurses that filed in one by one to check on her.
She swore, if she had to hear 'Stand up ' By what's her face on more time, she was afraid someone would get shot.
She was damn well convinced the victim wouldn't be her.
She sighed, fiddling with the sparkling item that lay on her ring finger, consuming her mind with thoughts that strayed from nothing to everything until finally it just settled on him.
Nick Grey, the guy she was married to.
It was still a little on the weird side for her and all. Its not everyday, you wake up after who knows how long from what she predicted a.. traumatic experience only to have a blinking set of eyes staring back at you with so much raw expression practically saying: 'Hey, I know you don't know me.. But we're married.'
She winced a bit, innerly figuring out how creeper-ish that sounded and that she should refrain the inner person inside of her to shut its mouth and retreat back to dooms Ville, basically the name she had conjured up from the dark,unintellectual mind she possessed.
Yeah. That's how bored she was.
Basically, she just wanted to go home… wherever home even was, it sure of hell had to be better than this dump she was surrounded in.
She was brought out of her bored consumed thoughts by tiny soft footsteps rendering her back into reality, her eyes seeking specifically the perpetrator that dared to come join her in her doomed fate of boredness.
She couldn't contain the gasp that flew out of her mouth as she met the set of blue eyes that stared straight back at her, eyes blaring into her soul.
It was like looking into a mirror. She figured.
Big blue eyes that held a glimmer of sparkle into them except revealing a whole lot of innocence, wavy brunette hair slightly shorter than the one she possessed framing her baby-like face, bright smile lighting up her adorable little face as she inspected her with joyous eyes.
There was no denying who that child belonged to.
Harmony. Just the name had her heart hammering inside of her chest.
And then life flashed before her eyes, just like in the movies. You know? Like in those movies where children had been taken away from their parent, either forceful-wise or by unlucky chance and the child finally sees you again after who knows how long and they desperately try to move but their legs aren't really getting the message and their stuck motionless, just staring back at you with glimmering eyes which has you yelling cynically at the TV in hopes that the child will gain some common sense and just do what she's wanted to do all along.
And then she does it and your bawling like a baby that's suffering from colic, shaking your head with a tearful smile and commenting adoringly at the huge leap the child took just to finally reunite with the person she probably adored most in the world.
It seemed she was one of the lucky parents that got to experience that.
It was a winding blur, both fast and rushed that she could barely see it yet it was there, all passionate and starry eyed and all rushing emotions yet one thought occurring in her mind. She caught a hint of a smile beneath the glossy glimmer staring back at her yet didn't have time to catch the rest because all of a sudden the child picked up her tiny little legs and ran as fast as her little legs could let her, jumping straight into her arms as if she never wanted to let go.
Miley realized, she didn't.
And it was then, out of nowhere, where the maternal instinct inside of her snapped, the little girl sobbing into her shirt with heart wrenching sobs, hands tightly gripping to her neck yet she didn't care, her hand slipping on the middle of her back to rub her comfortingly and whisper little nothings of understanding in her ear.
It was then that Miley finally admitted to herself both heart, mind and soul that whether she liked it or not, she was a mother and as much as it freaked her out and completely scared her at the same time.. She found she.. liked it.
"Harmony Grey." He scolded warningly. "What did I say about running around without -"
She could feel the burning exhale that escaped his lips, could practically envision him running a frustrated hair through those adorable little untamable curls that he had, biting his lip in order to suppress the emotion that was riding through him like an uncontrollable rollercoaster yet she didn't dare to meet his eyes, focusing on the child that hung onto her as if afraid she'd up and leave any second.
"I missed you." She whispered, it was so soft she could barely hear it yet it was there.
Her heart pounded in her ribcage before she responded. " I missed you, too."
There was a thickening silence, the child still holding her with as much force as her little body could allow, her gulping thickly as she extended her hand to brush back the small brunette bangs that hid the unnamable shade of those blue specs she had inherited.
She wiped away the tear that slid down the cheek of the small child, her child, the sight of seeing her so brokenly happy, eyes flashing to what she envisioned the tortured side of herself before she ever woke up and her breath hitched, feeling guilt and every vile emotion out there rushing through her for causing such a beautiful little girl so much pain that she shouldn't have to muster at her three years of age.
Harmony looked up suddenly timid, blinking at her with inspecting eyes. "Daddy said you got amn-e-sia. You don' remember me that well but you look just fine to me." She continued, eyebrows furrowed.
Miley chuckled slightly, daring herself to place a hand on the girl's cheek, caressing it softly. "My mind's just missing, darlin' , that's all.. Nothin' to worry about."
Lies, but she wouldn't admit that to a child.
"Like my lucky socks?" She mused, head tilted slightly with furrowed brows. Miley couldn't help her heart swoon by how adorable the child looked. " They're real blue, just like you like em' but I threw them under my bed last time and it disappeared just like that!"
Miley giggled as the girl snapped her fingers dramatically before continuing. "Daddy said that there's a purple unicorn that sneaks into people's woom when they are bein' lazy but I tink he's lying." She paused with a smile. "Purple unicorns don' care about that stuff, plus everyone knows they live in Aust-ra-lia."
Miley arched her eyebrows up, fixing her gaze on to Nick who shrugged, fighting off a chuckle of his own.
It was quite a girl they owned.
"Yeah.. kind of like that." She retorted softly, smiling softly at the child who mirrored her expression.
"I'm gon' help you," Harmony said, lips pursed in determination. "Not just me but everyone, that way.. We can be a family again and you could read me my bed- time stories." Her lips quirked to one side as she whispered. "Daddy don't read them well."
"I heard that." Grumbled Nick from his spot at the door, warningly narrowing his eyes to the child who smiled meekly at him, smiling nonetheless.
Miley let herself mirror his expression, gaining eye-contact from the man himself before she tore her eyes away from him, a blush rising to her cheeks.
She was distracted by the set of brown pair of eyes that looked hesitantly towards her, wrangling his hands together in act of nervousness, the carbon copy of his father.
The boy she had met before..
Jaylen.
She realized he was quiet unlike his sister, tightly gripping on to the leg that belonged to his father as he blinked at her with passion-filled eyes, tears welling into them as he inspected her with curious yet somewhat joyous eyes.
She smiled lightly, inclining a finger towards him, secretly expressing that it was okay for him to feel this way and that he wouldn't hurt her.
And just like that, that breathless movie-scene that only happened in theatres acted out once again and she found herself clutching to both of her kids, softly stroking the head of curls that frizzly reigned his head.
Jaylen sobbed into his shoulder, softly telling her how much he had missed her and simply basking into the motherly embrace that he had been seeking for since she had gone into that horrible accident.
She told him it was okay and that she was fine and that she was never leaving again and he responded that he never wanted her to and that he would strap her to the house so she wouldn't leave and bring her to school with him whenever he had to go to school.
She had laughed in response, softly ruffling his curls to which he seriously added that he wasn't joking.
She, once again, hadn't been able to contain her laughter.
"I- I have something." He admitted shyly, hands fumbling into his dark skinny jeans to find the item. " I- I don't know if its gonna help but.."
He trailed off and she gave him an understanding smile, knowing yet not having had experienced how this little boy must be feeling and how he must have been feeling all this time while he had to act both ferocious and strong for both his sister and his father.
Once again, she was torn with unresided guilt.
The guilt was pushed away however as the paper revealed to her, welled tears in to her eyes, gasping marvelously as she regarded the well-drawn picture her son had obviously drawn for them.
"I- I didn't mean to make you cry.." He freaked out, eyes innocently wide.
She kissed him on the cheek, her nose nuzzling with his a bit to ensure him that they were happy tears and that every girl around the world experienced them at some point of their lives, especially when dealt with ice-cream to which he relieving-ly returned the smile.
She pinched his cheek a little bit, watching as he squirmed a little before adoringly looking at the blur of textured houses and colored trees and stick-legged people with more than acceptable attire slashed all over their bodies.
She softly cooed over the drawing, making him blush yet smile still intact before something caught her eye.
She eyed the somewhat average-height woman, hoisting a small sticked child on her hip, one hand intact on to a bushy-haired boy as she smiled down at him lovingly, her head nuzzled into the apple of a neck that belonged to a matured bushy-haired man.
She peered down at him with a smile. " Is that me?"
He nodded, finger lifted to point out all the specifics. "The little boy with the lion curls is me and the little girl your carryin' is Harmony and the big, big guy beside you is Daddy." He smiled sadly. " Its us, as a family."
She mirrored his expression gloomingly. "Well, how about we try retrieving that, huh?" She suggested.
She watched as his eyes lit up causing him to break out into a smile, something that warmed her heart. " Now how about you tell me some stories so we can help the ole remembering process fasten up a little bit."
Jaylen and Harmony looked at each other excitedly, nodding their head brightly for emphasis causing her to giggle before they both went in hysterics trying to remember a good story to story tell.
She raised her eyes, immediately letting her blue eyes hold on to those magnetic blue eyes that she had spent most of her lone nights dreaming about, mouthing that there was always room for one more.
He smiled at her largely before obliging the command and slipping right on to the bed beside her, carrying Jaylen into his lap and another around her shoulder so as to hold Harmony's little hand.
And as Harmony retold a comical story, they all laughed and Miley broke out into a giant smile, feeling the enriching pureness of how good it felt to have them all around her, like a family.
She came to the conclusion, that Miley Grey was practically applauding with praise on the inside.
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Miley took the time to study the smiling children nestled in her arms, sleeping delightfully without a care of the world, her hands tracing their adorable little features with a mirroring glimmering smile of her own.
A shiver ran through her and she raised her eyes up, blue eyes instantly meeting brown and she held her breath suddenly overwhelmed with the thought of letting her lips touch his, softly if she must as long as she felt him.
She wondered daily how it would feel, just to have her pressed up against him as their tongues battled for dominance, heat taking control of them.
She wondered if she'd ever get her memory back.
He was such a good father, awesome if you call it, something she had already predicted from the start.
He was patient, kind and loving with each single one of them, showering Harmony with kisses whenever she would retell a simple story that involved their family, Harmony-wise dramatically told though in that standard innocent little three year old mild southern twang she had.
He'd beam with pride whenever he looked at them, obviously proud of his children( she couldn't blame him) and would pinch Jaylen's cheek teasingly whenever he said he wanted to follow through with the family name and be one of the biggest singer/actor in the world; just like his parents.
Nick Grey, she found out, held a lot of qualities and one of them she realized was the capability of being a great father.
"You're a great father, you know?" She told him, lips curling into a smile. "They are a little on the eccentric side and slightly hyper but they adore you."
"Well the first part is your fault." He teased, bumping his shoulder with his, ignoring the tingle that went through his spine. " But I can say the same about you, you looked like you were cozy down there. It was like a glimpse of the old you."
"Call it maternal instinct." She shrugged nonchalantly."They really are amazing kids."
"Well they are children of mine, what did you expect?" He smirked jokingly, watching as Miley rolled her eyes in response.
"Gee, someone's a little cocky."
"You shouldn't be surprised, all of us are. Be glad you don't have me and my brothers all in the same place."
"I'll hold you to that." She giggled, smiling tenderly up at him.
He smiled back at her, them holding their eye-contact as they let their thoughts take them over, obviously their thoughts only centered on them and their relationship, somewhat relationship as of now and how they would get their family back on track, how long it would be if they got their family back to its normalcy..
That is if Miley ever remembered the girl she used to be.
He, however was pulled out of his thoughts like one of those pushy sales shoppers that would do anything to get the shoe that was on maximum sale when something caught his attention, a glimmer of beauty flashing back at him.
She was wearing her ring.
Her wedding ring, the one thing that symbolized that the two of them were together, joined as a couple in holy matrimony.
He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his lips, shock still intact on his face.
He hadn't expected that, but that just confirmed the notion a little bit.. Somewhere, deep down his wife is still there, telling him that she's okay and that she'll come back to normalcy really soon.
That, was just pure confirmation.
Miley noticed his eyes lingering on her fingers and she furrowed her brows in confusion, wondering why he seemed so fascinated with her boring fingers when she remembered the ring that was on one of them and blushed famously, refusing to meet his eyes.
"I- something just wouldn't let me not wear it." She stammered.
He shook his head, shaking his head with a gigantic smile. " Its okay, that.. That just made my day."
The words couldn't help that rush of familiarity rush through her and suddenly, she found herself smiling for she finally made the guy at ease.
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Nick rubbed his tired eyes with his fist, a slow yawn escaping his perfect lips. They, meaning him Miley and the kids had spent the rest of the day at the hospital, making each other laugh and kidding around and or simply skyrocketing the bubbly air that swam around them.
It was the way that Miley had handled the children did he feel one of those emotional smiles where so much emotion pumps through that one smile that you feel your lips are about to combust and your smile has permanently been pasted against his lips yet there's nothing you can do about it, that you liked it and that you were beaming with pride.
Watching her cater to the kids( Even though she had done it various times) and adding in a tidbit of jokes that she whipped up on the spot or simply earning that trusting bond that no other child could have except for those they adored the most, even though she had just learnt that she was a mother and was learning how to do so, the moment itself was even more captivating to him.
Even when suffering amnesia, she still managed to dazzle him with her big heart, something he hoped would contain him inside of it like it had once been, so long ago.
He shook his head, willing himself to not go further to think this through after having had the fun-packed yet drained day that he had encountered before picking up the dishes that lay on the table and traveling to the kitchen, deep in thought.
He placed the dishes in the sink, failing to win the battle of him doing it himself from the house maid before taking her advice and slumping into a chair, grabbing a bottle of advil and chunking down a pill, water following along.
The door rattled open, him swerving around to meet the person that dared to come in his house and rolled his eyes as he caught sight of the victim, all perfectly straight-haired and silly smile.
"Oh great, its you." He teased jokingly, watching as his brother smirked in response.
"You know you secretly love it when I come in to this house unannounced, this house isn't complete without me in it." He bragged egotistically, instantly going to the fridge to skim for food options.
"Your right, how will we ever survive without your presence?" He retorted with sarcasm, laughing as his brother replied with a shrug saying 'beats me' before continuing his sought out journey. "Do you like thrive off of not eating at your house to gulp down every inch of food in mine?"
Joe shrugged. "Cravings wants it wants, Frobro. Don't deny the power of the hormonal."
Nick eyed him with a peculiar look on his face. " How the hell are we even related?"
"Well you know Nicholas,when a mother and father have s-" Joe replied, laughing as his brother gagged with disdain before unwrapping the sandwich he held in his hands and slumping down into a chair beside his brother, taking a huge bite before speaking. "Speaking of relations, how is my darling sister-in-law."
"Still has no memory." He exclaimed sadly, ignoring his brothers sympathetic glance before perking up. "But the kids saw her today and I swear, I think I fell in love with her all over again.."
"Huh." Exclaimed Joe with furrowed brows. " I thought you didn't want them to see Miley until you were sure they could handle it."
"They won't ever be able to handle it, Joe. I can barely handle it myself, besides someone gave me a good punch in the face to help me think otherwise."
"Ashley give you the old 'lecture' too, huh?" Joe Grinned.
"That and well, Harmony may of snuffed a little boy in the face to help make the decision process go on a little faster."
"That's my girl!" Cheered Joe in response, shaking his head in amazement.
Nick furrowed his brows, amusedly. "I thought you were still mad at her for selling you out that other time."
"It's her eyes, man." He shrugged nonchalantly. " They do me in every time."
Nick nodded in response, bright smile on his face. He knew exactly how Joe felt, he was forced to deal with that 24/7.
As much as Harmony was a great kid, with great morals and a heart that could fit anyone she damn well wanted to, her eyes were one of the few things about her that could have you manipulated into her spell at any time, hell the damn thing could make anyone bow to her feet and have you being her slave as a consequence. It had taken a long time for him to resist the strong pull and even then, it still was hard to.
Nick retold his brother about the day he had with her, telling him how great she was with the kids and how amazing the kids had taken well to her amnesia-wise. He told her of the jokes she had told, Joe laughing along with him, cackling so much that he almost fell of his chair in delight.
He told her of the stories the children had told her, telling them of the dramatics they had added in and even a tidbit of information on themselves for contribution. He even so much as went to tell his brother about the ring giddily, responding that the Miley he had married proved still to be stubborn with that ring.
She didn't like it off her finger before and un-strangely enough, she didn't like it off her finger now.
"I don't get it." Said Joe, forehead creased with confusion. "Obviously Miley is still in there somewhere and stuff and its obvious she likes you so why don't you just make her fall in love with you… again." He shrugged. " Maybe those voodoo switch-aroo things that happen in the movies might happen and snap! She's back insulting me and causing me misery again." He joked the last part.
He looked up with furrowed eyebrows as silence was bestowed after he had finished his sentence, peering at his brother with confused eyes as his brother looked at him slack jawed with his mouth hanging open.
"What?"
"You just- you just had one of those light bulb flashes go off in your head and give you one of those rare really good ideas." He retorted.
"Well…" He smirked, popping up his collar. " You know what they say."
"No. What do they say?" Quipped back Nick with confused eyes, Joe slumped his shoulders down looking at him meekly.
"I don't know dude, I was hoping you'd be able to tell me!"
Nick chuckles breathlessly, finding it ironic how his brother could be so bipolar sometimes and completely switch personalities in a snap of a finger.
"I'm gonna make her fall in love with me again."He stated, seriously, face lighting with anticipation.
Joe's eyes lightened, peering down at his brother with an angelic smile. " Hey good idea, man!" He screeched delight, clasping his brother on the back. " Go get em' Frobro."
And he swore that's exactly what he was going to do.
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