Miley's POV:

"Miles!" Oliver exclaimed as he walked into the apartment a few minutes later holding a large book.

"What?" I asked.

"NO! I mean, Miles!" He said as he set down the book in front of me. I read the title, 'So you need a baby name?'

"If you have a boy you could name it Miles!" Oliver said with a goofy smile.

"I think that would get very confusing!" I exclaimed.

"Oh I don't know Miley; I think it would be cute!" Lilly exclaimed. Then she grinned and said,

"You could name it Miles Jacob! You know like Miley and Jake!"

"Do you just want the poor kid to get beat up?" Jackson asked.

"Well I think it's cute. If we have kids we are going to name them either Lilliana Jackie or Jackie Lilo!" Jackson rolled his eyes and I laughed.

"Lil, you are something else!" I said with a smile.

"You could play on letters." Lydia said as she opened the book.

"Like, Oliver and I decided on Emily Eve because the two Es sound good together! Like, you don't want a long first name and middle name. You want it to balance just perfectly." She said.

"Wow. Déjà vu. Sounds like the time when me and Uncle Earl were little and he wanted me to get on the seesaw with him. That was the only time in my life I actually flew for two minutes. I felt like a bird." Dad said.

"I never want to meet uncle Earl." Oliver, Lilly, and Jake said at the same time.

"I never knew picking a name was so…complicated." I said.

"Well it's easiest to pick if you pick your top five in each gender." Oliver said as he sat down beside Lydia. She nodded in agreement. They opened the book and turned to the 'male' names.

"Ok, just look through all these 'A' names and see if there is one you like." Lydia said. I called Jake over and we skimmed through the page. I didn't see one I liked in that letter and neither did Jake. Soon we had looked at all of them up to the Bs. I was feeling discouraged.

"Wait! Go back!" I exclaimed. Jake turned the page back, trying to avoid getting hit with books. Jackson, Dad, and Lana (her Mom and Dad and grandparents left but she wanted to stay here with 'Jackie') were playing the Xbox and it was Jackson's turn. He had the reputation of throwing books and CDs around if he couldn't win.

He turned the page and I skimmed it.

"This one!" I exclaimed. Jake leaned over and read the one I was pointing to.

"Connor?" He asked. I nodded excitedly.

"Ok." He said as he wrote it down on the sheet.

We looked for thirty minutes more and finally the boys list was done. It was: Connor, Mitch, Lucas, Cody and Miller. After a while, we had all the girl's names.

When they were on paper, It was…weird. I mean it was kind of like it just sealed the whole pregnancy thing. Before it was like I was pregnant. Now it was like, 'Wow. I'm going to have a baby.' Now it all looked at me in a new light I realized, I was the one that had to hold the baby and give birth. I couldn't get help from anyone else. It was something I had to do by myself and it was really scary. I've never been alone to do something before.

"Are you ok?" Jake asked me quietly. He backed away slightly and said,

"You aren't going to, like, throw up are you?" I shook my head and said,

"No I just…can I talk to you?"

"You are talking to me right now." He said.

"In private." I said. He nodded and took my hand before leading me into the bedroom. He shut the door and sprayed some air freshener (the throw up was already cleaned up) and said,

"What is wrong? Is it that dream you had this morning? Do you want to talk about it?" I sat down on the bed and said,

"No but that freaked me out too."

"What was it about?" he asked as he sat down beside me.

"Well it was kind of silly actually but, I had just had the baby and then you noticed it was an oriental baby and the doctor said that our real baby was in China and that we couldn't have it back." I said.

"Don't worry babe, if they do that I'll hop on a plane and go get it." He said with a smile.

"And…I'm scared. I was just thinking I've never done something by myself before. I have to hold the baby and have it all by myself. What if I can't do it?"

"Hey," He said as he gently took my face in his hands, "You can do anything that you want bad enough. Weren't you the one that told me that? You'll be fine. You have me."

"Like that's so much better." I joked.

Before he could respond someone knocked on the door.

"Is anyone naked?" Lilly screamed. I rolled my eyes and opened the door.

"No Lilly." I said with smile.

"So, let's hear those names." Lilly said.

"Nosy much?" I asked.

"Oh at least tell me the girl names!" She said as she sat down in my old seat.

"Only if you can guess them." I said with a smile.

"Ok, ok. Samantha?"

"No." Me and Jake said.

"Ashley?"

"NO!" I said, thinking about Amber and Ashley.

"Julianne?" She asked

"No." Jake said.

"Oh come on guys! Tell me!" She exclaimed.

"Fine, fine." I said.

"Sydney, Allison, Shyanne, Annalise, and Jenny." Jackson called as he walked in holding the list.

"Gah, Jackson! Give me that!" I screamed.

"Hey what's at the bottom?" Jackson asked. I scowled.

"None of your business monkey boy! Now give me the paper!" Jackson ignored me and brought the paper closer to his face. I jumped up on the bed and was about to jump off it and tackle Jackson when my Dad pulled me back down.

"What the crap Dad! I was about to get that paper back!" I exclaimed. Dad rolled his eyes, smacked Jackson in the head and got the paper, handed it to me and said,

"Miley, how do I say this, you shouldn't be jumping across the room and tackling people in your condition." Dad said.

"Ugh, you make it sound like I'm a fragile little Barbie doll! I don't have cancer Dad, I'm not dying! And besides," I held up my two index fingers about one centimeter apart and said, "The baby is only like this big! How much damage could I do? Now, I am going to tackle my brother and chase him around the house with a baseball bat." I said with a smile. I stood up and Jake pulled me back down.

"I think your Dad is right." I scowled and said,

"Great. The next thing you know I'm gonna get put on bed rest!"

"Bye! Thanks for coming!" I said to Dad. I kissed his cheek and Lana hugged me from behind.

"Thanks for letting me stay! Guess what? Jackie is going to let me come over to his house then he is going to take me to the beach with him and Lilly!" She exclaimed.

"That's great Lana!" I exclaimed. 'Jackie' rolled his eyes and followed her out. Lilly hugged me and Jake and said,

"Don't forget that no tackling rule!" I laughed and shut the door. I sighed and leaned against the door before closing my eyes.

"Tired?" Jake asked. I laughed weakly and said,

"Yea…very."

"Well let's watch a movie." Jake suggested. I shrugged/nodded and walked tiredly to the couch. Jake put in one of my favorite movies, The Sixth Sense.

"This movie makes me cry." I said. Jake looked at me oddly and said,

"It's a scary movie."

"Yea but the end is so sad! Do you just want me to cry?" I said.

"No, but I know you like the movie." He sat down on the couch and I laid down with my head in his lap.

The movie started with Cole and his Mom in their apartment.

"You know, the boy who plays Cole, Haley Joel Osment, kind of looks like Lilly. He could be her big brother!" I exclaimed as Cole made a facial feature Lilly made all the time.

"Hey, your right! They look a lot like each other! Man, if her name was like…Emily Osment or something they really would be siblings!" Jake said. I laughed.

"Emily Osment? Yea right, that doesn't fit her! She looks as much like an Emily as Oliver looks like a Mitchel!" I said.

"Yea your right. Oliver does NOT look like a Mitchel." Jake said. We watched the rest of the movie in silence until the part where the kid that invited Cole to his party locked him in the cellar with the dead person. Then I started crying.

"Are you crying?" Jake asked quietly.

"N-No." I whispered. He touched my cheek and said,

"Yes you are. Why are you crying?"

"Because," I sobbed, "Those kids are so mean and cruel! Did you hear Cole screaming and crying and them laughing? I hope they rot in hell!"

He stroked my hair then said,

"You do know it's a movie and not real right?"

I didn't care. At that point I was too into the movie to even believe it wasn't real.

I didn't cry again until almost the end.

--- (this is what happened in the movie)

"Mom, I'm ready to tell you my secret now." Cole whispered to his mother. His mother turned to him and said,

"That's great baby, what is it?" Cole closed his eyes briefly and said,

"Someone died in that wreck… a lady." Cole whispered.

"Oh that's horrible! Can you see it?" His mother asked as she looked out her window.

"No." Cole whispered.

"Then how do you know?" His mom asked as she leaned out the window still trying to look.

"Because she standing outside my window." Cole said and all the sudden a dead lady appeared at his window. His mom stopped looking and turned to him.

"What?" She asked.

"She standing outside my window." Cole repeated.

"I don't see anything Cole." She said.

"No one else can see them. Only I can. I see dead people." He whispered.

"W-What?" She asked.

"They don't want to hurt me though, they just want my help." Cole said.

"Cole stop it, your scaring me." His mom replied.

"I saw Grandma Mom, she visits me sometimes." Cole whispered. The mom's eyes filled with tears and she said,

"That's just wrong Cole."

"No really Mom, she told me to tell you hi, and that the answer is yes." The mom turned around sharply and said,

"What?"

"She said you asked her a question when you visited her grave that day, the answer is yes."

The mom started crying heavily.

"Mom, what did you ask her?" Cole asked.

"I asked," She stopped to get a hold of herself and cleared her throat, "I asked if she was proud of me."

"It's really not that sad Miley." Jake said.

"Yes it is." I sobbed. He just rolled his eyes.

RING RING

The doorbell rang at my favorite part. I scowled and said,

"Why can't people leave us alone? I mean, is it humanly impossible for us to spend time together without someone either walking in or ringing the freaking doorbell?"

"I think so." Jake said while he got up, which sent me rolling on the floor.

"Ow…" I said as I rubbed my head.

The door opened and I saw Tom (Jake's manager) standing there. He smiled warmly at me and walked in.

"Hello Jake, Miley!" He exclaimed, "I have the greatest news Jake! I found you a role in a movie! With Steve Martin!"

"Steve Martin? No way! He was like my freaking role model since I was young! He was the reason I even got into acting! Its been my life dream to star in a movie with him!" Jake screamed.

"Isn't it great? Now, Tom got everything settled for you! All you need is to sign the papers and we will send you out in 1 month!" Tom exclaimed. Jake excitedly grabbed the papers and skimmed through. But his eyes caught one sentence.

'filming will take roughly around 5 months.'

His happy expression faded and he looked up at Tom and said,

"I don't suppose there is any way the film is filming here? In Malibu?"

Tom laughed and said, "Why would we film Italy Tears in Malibu? That would be ridicules! It would have to be filmed in Venice, Italy!"

My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach.

Jake looked sadly down at the papers and said,

"Tell them I can't."

"Huh?" Tom asked as he took the papers back.

"I can't go." Jake repeated.

"Well why not?" Tom asked. Jake took my hand and said,

"Because I can't leave my wife for 5 months." Tom snorted and said,

"Oh please, you two are ridiculously young; you have your whole lives to spend together."

"That may be true, but I refuse to miss the birth of my child." Jake said.

"And on that note I--….wait what? Did you just say child?" Tom said.

Jake nodded and said,

"Miley is pregnant. I can't leave to Italy….no matter how much I want too." He smiled back at me but, all I could think of was the fact that this was his dream. He really wanted to be in a movie with his role model and this was his only chance. And I was ruining it.

"Go do the movie." I said suddenly.

What the hell was I doing?

"What?" Jake asked.

"I said, go do the movie. I want you too." I said.

You better stop it now Miley, before it's too late. Shut that big mouth of yours.

"No. I am not going." Jake said.

Good, I don't want you too.

"But, I want you too." I said.

Liar.

"Why? Why would you want me to be gone for most of your pregnancy and to see the baby born? That's just stupid! I am not going any where!" Jake exclaimed.

"Jake, we all have a reason for chasing our dreams. You chased yours because you wanted to grow up and be just like Steve Martin. You wanted to star in a movie with him all your life! This is your only chance and you can't pass it by!" I said.

No its not. There will be other movies for him. I need him here.

"No! Miley! There will be other movies! But there won't be another chance to see my baby born!" Jake said.

"Listen to the woman Jake." Tom said.

No…don't listen to the woman. She's crazy and delusional!

"But…why?" He asked. I smiled at him and said,

"Because I love you." He frowned and said to Tom,

"I'll think about it." He took the forms and pushed Tom out the door. Then he threw the papers on the floor and turned to me.

"I am not going to leave you!" He declared.

"Jake, I appreciate your loyalty, but I am telling you to go! It's ok with me! Besides, I will call you as soon as I go into labor and you can fly over here. During first births the mothers are always in labor for days at a time."

That's a lie. My mom had Jackson within the first hour of her contractions.

"I just don't know Miley. I don't think I would be able to live with myself."

"Jake, this hurts me yes…but I love you and I want you to do this. Please, do it for me?" I asked.

"I –I…okay." He said. He shakily picked up the papers and a pen. I felt my heart beating wildly against my chest as he brought the pen down on the paper. At every loop that formed 'Jake Ryan' my heart started beating just a little faster. He set down the pen and looked at the paper.

"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded my head slowly. He ran out and caught up with Tom. I watched as he handed him the contract.

"What did I do?" I asked myself.

All I knew was I had just done something I really didn't want to do. Something totally insane.

I guess I really was crazy in love.