"Miley," Jake said, leaning over his wife, who was still sleeping. It was one in the afternoon.
It was one of those days. In the month since Jackson had been buried, Miley had her good days, and her bad days. On her good days, she's be up like normal. On her bad days, she slept the whole day. Well, not sleep necessarily, but she'd lay in bed all day.
On good days, she's go about the house normally, she'd converse with her family and friends normally, she'd act normal with Jake.
On bad days, she was grouchy, easily annoyed, angry. She didn't want to talk to or see anyone, sometimes even Jake.
He prayed for the good days, and when the bad days came, he got through them with her.
This was, quite plainly, a bad day.
She groaned in acknowledgment, and said nothing.
"Miley, you've been sleeping since last night." Jake said.
"No," She said, her voice muffled by the pillows. "I was up all night. I think I ate something bad yesterday or something."
He pushed her hair from her face, to feel her forehead, before pressing his lips to her forehead. "You don't have a fever," He said, after kissing her.
"It's probably just a overnight bug," She said, turning to face him. "Go on to the studio." She stopped him before he could protest, "Please," She said, running her thumb across his cheek with the hand that wasn't under herself.
"But I miss you," Jake said, crossing some invisible line. They never mentioned her bad days. When a good day came, they simply went on as normal.
"You see me every day," Miley said, looking away. "Please, Jake."
"Fine," He gave in. "But if you don't get sick again today, I'm taking you out to dinner."
"Alright." She said.
He gently kissed her before leaving.
Once Miley heard his car pull out from the driveway, she reached under their bed, and pulled the plastic shopping bag out, and spilled the contents on her lap. Three different pregnancy tests.
Sighing, she slid from the bed, and went tot he bathroom. Her bladder was about to burst, before she'd gone to bed after being sick all night, she'd drank a lot of water.
After reading the instructions, she took two of the tests. She'd do the other one later.
Setting them on the counter, she slid in to the shower, and let the hot water run over her body. Her body felt stiff, probably from spending so much time in bed lately.
After taking a forty minute long shower, she stepped out to in front of the mirror. Taking a deep breath, she looked down at the two tests.
Her heart raced, but she let out a shaky breath, and smiled slightly. Both were positive.
Quickly and numbly, she finished drying off, and dressed in a pair of cotton shorts and one of Jake's t-shirts, then crawled in to their bed again, pulling his pillow to her chest, and breathing in deeply the sent of his cologne.
Jake had no idea that her being pregnant was even a possibility. As far as he knew, she was on birth control, proved to him from the bills on his insurance. She was betraying his trust, and for that, she felt horrible. But he'd be ok with it, she knew it.
He had to be.
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I focused the camera on what she was holding.
A pregnancy test. A positive one.
Well how nice, the dick impregnated her.
She must be itching to get that demon spawn out of her.
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When Jake got home, Miley was in the bathroom, taking the third test.
It was six in the evening, when he began knocking.
"Miley, baby?"
"Hold on." She called out.
Jake stopped. She sounded different. He knocked again, "Miley, what's wrong? Are you ok in there?"
"You can come in." She said quietly.
She was sitting on the counter of their master bath, her hands gripping the sides of it.
He rushed over to her, placing his hands on hers. "Are you ok? What's wrong?"
"I'm fine," She said softly, smiling, "Better then I have been in a while, actually." He waited for an explanation. Slowly she said, "I'm pregnant."
Jake stared at her for a long moment, shocked. "Are...are you sure?" He asked finally.
She slowly held up the positive pregnancy test. "This is the third one I've taken."
He slowly turned away, walking in to their room.
She hesitantly followed, the test still in her hands.
She watched as her slowly, silently, shoved his fingers through his blond locks.
He rounded on her, asking, "What happened to waiting?"
She said nothing, just looked down.
"What about your birth control pills? We've been getting them, I know you have, they're on the insurance bill!" He said.
"I-I may have missed a few." She muttered.
"How, Miley? It's not like we've been having sex at all in the last month, so that means..." He looked at her, then walked forward towards the bathroom.
She stopped him, blocking the path. "That really doesn't matter," She said, standing in front of the door, "Because I'm already pregnant, Jake."
"Well it sure as hell doesn't have to stay that way," He hissed. "Now move, Miley."
She didn't, and so he pushed passed her, she stayed at the door, facing where he was, looking at her feet.
She heard him open the drawer where her stuff was.
He paused, seeing last months supply, and this months. Last months were used some in the beginning, but it was obvious that she hadn't been taking them since then.
He turned to face her and angrily threw them on the floor at her feet. "You may have missed a FEW?" He shouted angrily. She nodded. "Don't give me that line of shit, Miley Ray! You haven't even been taking them, you LIED TO ME!"
Shrinking away, she quietly said, "You never asked if I was taking them."
"I shouldn't HAVE TOO!" He screamed back, "I told you I wasn't ready, so I shouldn't been able to trust you'd honor my wishes!"
"You wouldn't even take mine in to consideration!" She yelled back, beginning to cry. "How can you tell me you're not happy about this at all!?" She whimpered.
"Oh don't you turn this on me," He said back nastily. "Don't you dare."
She rushed over to him and grabbed his hand and held it to her stomach. "That's our baby, Jake!" She pleaded, "We're having a baby."
He grabbed his hand back, "No, you're having a baby that shouldn't even be in existence." He snapped. "I'm going to Lily and Oliver's. I'll be back later. Maybe."
He exited the room before she could say a word, and she chased after him, running down the stairs. "Jake, Jake please wait!" She cried, "Don't go, don't leave me!" She yelled, following him out the door, to the driveway.
As he got in his car, she whimpered, "Jake, please. I'm sorry."
He paused for a moment, before getting in the car anyways and speeding off.
Ouch.
I was tearing up writing that!
1. What do you think of the chapter?
2. What do you think about Miley's blatant disregard of her BC pills?
3. What do you think about her believing that magically, Jake would be ok with her lying to him?
4. What do you think about Jake's reaction?
5. Of him ripping away his hand and ignoring her cries and apologies and leaving?
6. Do you think this will trigger the creeper in to anything? If so, what?
7. How do you think this will affect the story? I know it's obviously going to be big, but like, in what ways?
Review and answer those pleasseee!!
-Jen