A/N: thanks for the reviews, everyone! Anyways, this chapter is going to have some VERY bad language. Just warning you, because I usually don't use language in much of my writing.

Oliver POV

"I can't wait to tell dad!" Miley was obviously excited. I. wasn't. There are already the problems of school, finding a place to live, and of course, Hannah Montana. Uh, this is not something that I will be looking forward to. At. All.

"Yeah, me either." I said, just because she was waiting for me to say something in reaction. She gave me a look. "No, really, I couldn't be more excited." I just realized I was on the table. Oh, yeah. I fainted. That it all I remember, and then, black out. Oops.

We were in the car, Lilly drove. They thought because I fainted that I was in no condition to drive. Can you believe that?

"You're not excited, are you?" Miley broke the silence.

"Of course I am." I lied.

"I know you're lying, and I know why. We have to find a place to live, finish school, and about me being Hannah Montana."

"So you feel the same way?"

"Well, sure, in one way. But in another I am completely ecstatic."

"I guess that is wrong with me." I had plans tonight with some of the guys, and of course, Miley didn't, and wouldn't know. I hope…

WITH THE GUYS…

"Oliver, what's wrong?" one of my friends, Smitty, asked me.

"Nothing."

"Thinking about your fiancé?"

"I guess. We are having twins."

"Man, when you do something, you go the whole way!" he was trying to make me laugh.

"I guess I do." I said, playing along.

"Does she know that you are out with us tonight?"

"No, and I am hoping to keep it that way. Hey, pass me a beer."

"My man!" Smitty handed the alcoholic drink to me. I know that I am under aged, but I am just under a lot of stress right now, and I need it.

"So, Oliver, Smokin' Oken, who leaves the ladies heartbroken, is having a drink." Fuck. Jake was at the door. Fuckity fuck, fuck, fuck. (a/n: it was fun typing that, sorry, but that is why it is rated T!)

"Jake, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Nothing, just catching you, being an asshole when you should be home with her. After all, you are having a child together." gasps

"Did you have to say that in front of everyone?"

"Actually, yes I did." The tossed the ring up in the air and caught it. I hate the bastard. A lot.

He left. I had about 4 beers, 2 martinis, and a couple glasses of red wine. But, I swear to drunk I'm not god.

I home drove mine car. I walked into 3 walls, but I swear to drunk I'm not god.

I home, finally. I quietly open the door to house.

"Oliver, where have you been?" Miley here was. Shit.

"Um. With guys. Yeah. With them."

"Are you okay? You seem a little… um… wasted."

"Miley, I swear to drunk I'm not god." She stare at me with again look.

"WTF mate? Did someone spike my coke?"

Miley POV

"Stop the act, Oliver. I know you're drunk. Brush your teeth and get to bed."

"Yes sir." Okay, now I know he's drunk. I need to call Smitty, he might know something about this.

"Hey, Smitty. I'm Miley, Oliver's fiancé."

"Why, hello, what can I do for you?" he sounded okay.

"I wanted to ask you, was Oliver with you tonight?"

"Yes he was."

"Okay, then you will be able to answer my question then, right?"

"Shoot."

"Why did Oliver come home drunk? He is acting and talking funny, and his breath smells worse than my uncle Earl's horse stable when he hasn't cleaned it in over a month."

"Um… he was under a lot pf pressure, so I am sure that he just took a couple drinks to, you know, loosen up."

"What did he have, exactly?"

"Um… let's see… 4 beers, 2 martinis, and a couple glasses of red wine?"

"What the hell? Did someone drive him home?"

"Nope. He swore to drunk he wasn't god." He chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?! He could have gotten hurt! I actually want our kids to grow up with a father you know!"

"Wait, kids?"

"Yeah, they're twins. Didn't he tell you?"

"No. he never told me that he was having one kid until tonight."

"That's weird. That doesn't sound a lot like Oliver. If anyone, I thought that he would tell you."

"Well, he didn't. I got to go. Someone is at the door. Bye."

"Bye, and thanks." Dial tone.

I decided to go to bed. Surprisingly, I went with Oliver.

The next morning, Oliver had a massive headache, so he stayed in bed. I got up, made pancakes and eggs, and brought them into him. He was still sleeping, so I put them on the night stand. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. When I tried to leave, there were arms around my waist. They pulled me forward. Our lips were about 2 inches apart, and still getting closer. Within the moment, out lips were together.

Sadly, we had to pull apart. Stupid laws of nature, saying people have to breathe. Ugh. Damn it all.

"So, did you figure out if someone spiked your coke?" I joked.

"No. Sadly, but that's the truth."

"I talked to Smitty. Four beers, two martinis and glasses of red wine? Thirsty much? And what was with driving home."

"How did you figure out I was drunk in the first place?"

"You called me sir, you were walking into things, your breath smelled horrible, you parked your car sideways, and what was with that line, 'I swear to drunk I'm not god.'?"

"Okay, so it was obvious, but I was expecting you to be mad at me."

"I was, but I love you, and I can't be mad at you forever."

"You do have a point there." He pulled me into a kiss that lasted for a few minutes, then I broke apart because I felt something.

"Shit! Owww!"

"What? What's wrong? Is it the babies?"

"I nodded my head in pain."

"They cannot be born two months premature! That is impossible!"

"Just get me to the fucking hospital!"

"Right." He ran, drove fast, and I was in a hospital bed. I hate this portion of my life.