Miley's POV:

I groaned as the back of my head hit the bathtub. I dragged myself off the floor excruciatingly and pulled the lever on the toilet, and watched as the lunch that I'd emptied into it flushed away with the water. I quickly brushed my teeth before pulling myself into the room.

I heaved myself across the room and onto the bed wearisomely. I ran a tired hand through my hair as my heavy eyelids closed over my vision. I sighed; it had been like this for two weeks: I had been throwing up constantly, eating too much and I felt extremely tired and drained to even move a finger.

I shot up, sitting straight on the bed with my eyes wide open as the thought hit me. It had been more than a month since…

Oh no.

I frantically rushed up to my phone and pressed three on speed dial. I tapped my foot impatiently having settles on the chair as I waited for the call to be attended.

Fifteen excruciating seconds later, Mitchie's voice flooded into my ears through the phone. "Hey Miles? You Ok?" I rolled my eyes at the new greeting she had taken upon for the past month whenever I called her. Why did she automatically assume something was wrong?

"Yeah, Mitch, listen… I need you to get me something. Could you do that?"

"Um… Ok?"

"No, no, no." I shook my head as I paced my room. Mitchie watched me with nervous eyes from her position on my bed. She eyed me as if I was going to blow up any second or something.

"What?!" I turned to her skeptically.

"Nothing, nothing!" she held up her hands defensively, "Just… you're scaring me right now, Ok? Will you just-just calm down for one second."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. And then I burst, "I just can't have a baby Mitchie!" She stood up, with much difficulty might I add due to her pregnancy (she was due in two-three weeks), and waddled over to me.

I looked at her frantically, "What am I going to do?" She shrugged helplessly, "We don't know yet. Let's just wait until the test is ready and then, we'll freak out—if that's the situation, alright?" I nodded and she reached over to give me a hug. I accepted in graciously, but it was kind of awkward due to the huge stomach of hers standing between us.

I stared at it in panic, if the test came out positive, I would be the one carrying around a huge stomach. The thought scared me beyond extent. I wasn't ready to be a mother, not now especially! My eyes darted to mine, ad was it my imagination or did it seem slightly bigger? Oh God no!

There was a quiet 'ding!' and I turned to Mitchie fearfully, "Is it time?" She nodded, smiling encouragingly, "It's time."

I took a deep breath before reaching out for the white strip that lay on my bedside table. Negative, negative, negative, negative… I kept praying to myself.

"I can't do it." I announced at the last minute, shaking my head. My eyes filled with tears unexpectedly. Why the hell was I crying? "Want me to do it for you? I mean, you did it for me…" Mitchie offered. I turned to her and nodded gratefully.

She smiled slightly before reaching forward and picking it up. I watched her as she read the strip, but couldn't make anything out of it. She looked up at me and sighed, "Looks like you're pregnant." And then she showed me the little pink plus sign that would change my life.

I closed my eyes, letting my body fall back onto the bed. My hand subconsciously found itself on my stomach. And as I ran my hands across it, I thought about what was in there. There was a baby in there… something living. And breathing… And—oh God.

I started crying. "Miley!" I heard Mitchie cry out in panic. I shook my head tearfully, sitting up. "How am I going to do this, Mitchie? I can't do this. I can't have a freaking baby!"

"Miley--Miley, calm down, will you? You'll be fine. You will have all of us there with you. I'm having a baby and I'm fine, aren't I?" I shook my head vigorously.

"No, you don't understand. You want this baby; you're actually ready for it. Me? I'm not ready for a baby. And no one is going to know. Except you and me. No on, you hear me!"

Mitchie stared at me like I was insane, "Are you kidding me? You're not going to tell anyone? You do know that you're going to start showing, don't you? And what happens when the baby comes? You can't hide a baby!"

"I don't know, Mitchie. I just don't know…"

"…And if you do decide to go on and have the baby, then that would put you in some pretty bad risk. Your only other option is an abortion, and you'd have to do it pretty soon cause you're already six weeks in… it would be way too dangerous any later."

"Can-can I think about this?" I asked, my voice shaking with emotion. The doctor nodded, "Sure, but my advice would be that you decide soon or the consequences are going to be bad, I'm afraid."

I nodded. I looked to my right where my dad was sitting, holding my hand. I had told my dad yesterday, right after Mitchie had left. And even though he had been pretty appalled at first, he regained quickly (quicker than I'd expected) and since, he's been very understanding even though I'm giving him way too many shocks lately.

"What are you going to do, bud?" he asked me, gently running his thumb across the back of my hand. An action that Nick used to do occasionally. Oh God… Nick. This was Nick's baby I was carrying.

I shook my head, bringing my thoughts back to earth, "I don't know, daddy, what do you think I should do?" I asked him. He smiled slightly and gave my hard a squeeze, "I think you should do whatever your heart's telling you to do."

Oh yeah, that helps. Thanks, dad.

A week later;

"Do you want me to go with you?" I shook my head, taking a deep breath. Mitchie smiled, an attempt to make me feel better. "No, I-I… need to do it alone."

I had decided to go along with the abortion, cause it would make my life so much easier. After days of pondering, I had finally come to a decision. I was still slightly hesitant, but I knew I had to do this. I couldn't possibly have a baby and hide it from Nick… could I?

I got into my car, and slipped the key into the ignition. A second later, it roared into life and I looked back to wave at Mitchie. I couldn't help but look at her stomach at the last moment, thinking about the little baby in there, just like in mine. But I was going to kill –no, abort- mine.

Oh My God, I'm going to kill my own baby!

I felt like I was about to faint, how could I do this? Was I really that cruel to think of killing my own baby? I slammed on the breaks having swerved to the side. I rested my head on the steering wheel as guilty thoughts attacked me mercilessly.

But this was what's best, right? Best me for me. Of course it was… I had to do it. It was the right thing to do, right?

I fought with myself, trying to convince my heart that this was what was right as I drove on.

Finally, I'd reached the hospital. I parked my car and sat there in silence, having a moment to myself. My legs were shaking violently; I gripped on the door as I forced my legs to get out. I walked into the hospital, my legs still shaking and made my way over to the receptionist.

"Can I help you?" the blonde said, without looking up. I took a deep breath, "Dianna Jones. I have an appointment with Dr. Rogers?" I had used a fake name, and a few disguises that if you looked a little closer would give me away instantly. But it was a miracle I could do even this much with how nervous I was.

She nodded, "Take a seat Mrs. Jones. She'll be with you soon. Can you fill this in meanwhile?" she handed me a form. I nodded, taking it from her. I walked over to the plastic seats, bright orange in colour. For a clinic where they killed babies, this place seemed extraordinarily cheerful.

I sighed, averting my eyes to the paper and pulling out a pen.

Name:

I was about to write my name down when my mobile vibrating in the back pocket of my jeans made me jump with a yelp. The receptionist looked over at me with an eyebrow raised, I smiled nervously. She shook her head like she thought I was stupid and went back to her work.

I pulled out my phone, cursing it for almost giving me a heart attack. I had text message from Joe. It had been impossible for Mitchie to keep balancing me and Joe without fighting with him every time, so I had been forced to tell him about my, uh… 'condition', i.e. my cancer. He had reacted just like Mitchie, badgering me to tell everybody, but at the end he gave up.

Anyways, back to the message. It read 'Mtch hvng bby, NOW. Gt 2 the hsptl!'

Mitchie's having her baby? NOW?! But she isn't due for another three weeks! Oh God, I can't leave now; I have an appointment. At the same time, I can't stay… Mitchie would be furious and I would be furious with myself for having missed it!

You have to go; she's your best friend. You can't miss it! A voice at the back of my head screamed.

But you have to stay, you have an appointment. Another voice argued.

Yes, but you can do it another time. This is the only to Mitchie's going to have her first baby.

Remember what the doctor said? You have to do it now, later would be bad for you.

But—

Shut up! I thought furiously. Oh my God, something is seriously wrong with me, I'm talking to myself! Somebody help me!

An hour later, I'm still at the hospital, but a different one, holding Mitchie's hand as she squeezes it like her life depends on it. I yelp, "Ow, you're going to break my hand!" I yell.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was hurting you because I'm feeling like I have a planet coming out of my stomach and the pain has been tearing me apart!"

"Sorry." I mumbled in a timid voice, looking over at Joe who was silently laughing at our little exchange. I glared at him, "Joe, it's your turn." He narrowed his eyes, "It's your wife and you did this to her!" I said defensively as he walked over and took over. I sighed in relief.

Yeah, if you haven't guessed yet, I bailed on my appointment. I decided it was Mitchie's day, so I should choose her over me. She was my best friend, and I needed to be there for her, and that was exactly what I intended to do.

Quite a while later, another high pitched cry mixed with Mitchie's, shocking us all and at the same time, relieving us all. "Congratulations, you have a healthy baby boy."

I looked at Mitchie as she lay there with her head resting on the pillow, with Joe hovering over her, telling her how brave she had been. I couldn't help but smile through the tears when I saw her beaming, she looked like she had braved a storm, which I guess she did in a way, and at the same time, she was looking radiant; glowing. And there was something new in her that made her seem different, in a good way.

I smiled as she let out a watery chuckle, "I think you're more emotional than I am, stop crying!" I laughed, wiping my tears away. Joe looked up at me and smiled, and I noticed a difference in him too. They were going to be amazing parents, I can just tell.

I smiled, "I'm just happy for you guys!" I leaned forward and enveloped them both in a group hug but let go quickly realizing that Mitchie wasn't very stable at the moment.

A while later, they brought the baby back and I watched the family have their little moment. I couldn't keep the smile off my face, it was the most beautiful thing that I had ever witnessed.

"You want to hold him?" Mitchie inquired, looking up at me. I hesitated, "Come on…" Joe piped in. I smiled, nodding. I leaned forward and took the little blue bundle in my arms.

I looked down at the baby in my arms, he looked so tiny and fragile and so doll-like in my arms. It was almost unreal. I smiled as my eyes filled with tears again, "He's so beautiful—"

"Handsome." Joe corrected me and I rolled my eyes, letting out a little laugh.

I ran my index finger across the back of his tiny hands, it was so smooth and so… baby-like. A moment later, my finger was engulfed in his tiny little fist. My smile widened. It was a beautiful miracle, and I was so taken back by it.

And that was the moment I knew… that I was going to have a baby too.

I have been given this wonderful opportunity and I'm not going to let it go to waste.

If I felt this wonderful holding my best friend's baby, I couldn't imagine how I'd feel holding my own. A beautiful baby that had come out of my love for Nick and his for me.

A/N: Ok, so, SO much happened in this chapter for it all be in one chapter. Haha. Anyways, forgive me for how crappy this is. I feel like I didn't do it justice. But still, I am updating, aren't I? And so soon! Wooooowww!

Ok, so I don't have much time, my battery's dying and I need to go take a shower before my mom bites my head off. :p

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