A/N: Sorry I didn't update as frequently, I've been at the hospital all week with my family. I'm actually still at the hospital, but I was smart enough to bring my laptop with me. (I know, I'm genius ;] ). Anyways, this is extra long to make up for it! Hope you like it!
The next morning Selena walked into the Torres house, knocking lightly as she came in. "Hello?! Demi? Anyone home?"
Dallas rounded the corner from the living room, talking on her cell phone. Giving Selena a sideways hug as she passed by, she pointed her finger upstairs and continued walking. Selena nodded in acknowledgement, mouthing 'thank you' as she sprinted up the stairs. She was extremely close to the Torres family, and had been every since she'd met Demi at their first Barney audition. They took her as their own, especially when her mom wasn't around (which was very often). She loved their family, how close they were and how everyone cared for and took care of each other. It was like the perfect family, so down to earth and genuine.
Selena walked down the upstairs hallway until she came to Demi's bedroom door. It was closed shut. Slowly opening it, she rolled her eyes, noticing that the girl was still fast asleep. She carefully shut the door behind her and tiptoed over to her bed, climbing on top of it. Nudging her lightly, she attempted to wake her up. "Demiiiii wake up!" When she received no response, she sighed impatiently. Not one to wait around and gently rouse someone from their sleep, she reached out and roughly shoved the girl off the bed.
"AH!" Thud. "…ow." Demi groaned, rolling over slowly and rubbing her side which had hit the floor.
Selena grinned, crawling over and leaning off the side of the bed. Putting her hands under her chin, she sprawled out on her bed laughing hysterically. "Did that hurt? Oops."
Demi grunted, and in response grabbed the closest thing she could find (her pillow) and connected it with the other girl's face. Selena, who could not stop laughing, rolled over on her back and clutched her stomach. "That was so not necessary!"
"Oh and coming in at 8 am and disturbing my sleep by shoving me on the floor was?!" Despite how grumpy she sounded, Demi was quite pleased. She relished the moments where Selena was sober and they could just hang out like old times. Sure, Miley was a good friend to her but with all the pregnancy issues and with Nick being in the hospital she just wished for some normalcy from time to time.
Getting off the floor and laying down on her large bed facing Selena, she closed her eyes. Selena, having finally calmed down her uncontrollable laughter studied her friend. Noticing a hickey on her neck, she pointed and grinned. "Getting busy with Cody I see? " Demi frowned, opening her eyes in shock. Blushing, as she saw what the other girl was talking about she subconsciously covered it with her hand.
"Um, yeah… sure! I mean I guess so." Selena rolled her eyes, yawning.
"You guess so? Wow you are the worst at keeping a secret. It's Joe isn't it?" Demi groaned, rolling over so that her back was to the other girl. Am I honestly that readable? Selena laughed, saying "and yeah, you really are."
"I am what?"
Selena poked her in the back and grinned "…readable." As Demi turned over to look at her weirdly, Selena just shrugged it off.
"Don't worry; I'm your best friend. It's my job to read your mind."
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Miley slowly walked across the lawn, towards her house. In her mind, the slower she walked, the slower she'd get there to deal with her parents. Denise had offered multiple times to go with her but Miley had declined, saying she needed to 'handle this on her own'. If she couldn't even take the responsibility to talk to her own parents, how would she be able to be a mother herself?
She walked into the foyer of their house, and it was still eerily quiet. Passing by her little brother and sister who were in the living room she felt extremely estranged. They looked at her as if she was a stranger in her own house; a freak of sorts. It broke her heart not to have to support she needed from them. Instead they just sat back and watched her like some exhibit. Sighing, she walked down into the den where she knew her father would be. Climbing down the stairs, she froze as she saw him sitting on the couch staring at the blank television screen. She bit her lip, taking a few deep breaths to gather enough courage to say something. "Daddy?" she finally whispered. It was audible, and she knew he heard her. When she received no answer, she sighed and tried again.
"Dad? Please…"
No answer
Tears falling down her face once more, she choked on her words, not wanting to seem weak. "Okay then, I'm going to a checkup. I thought that um, maybe you'd want to come with me?" He finally turned around. As soon as he did Miley wished he hadn't. Giving her a stone cold look, he glared at her with spite in his eyes.
"I do not."
Miley nodded, the tears falling freely from her face now. She ran back upstairs and into her mother, who had been watching from the doorway. Grasping her little girl in a hug, she walked her over to a chair and sat down, pulling her onto her lap. "Shhhh, baby girl. It's gonna be okay." As Miley continued to sob, she gasped for air and choked out some words.
"He *sniff* doesn't understand! *sniff* He hates me and the baby."
Tish shook her head soothingly. "Sweetie that's nonsense! He loves both of you he just needs some time to figure it out. Now don't worry about your appointment, I'll go with you."
Miley nodded tearfully, calming down a little as Tish rubbed her back soothingly. "However," her mom continued, "I must ask what you're planning on doing about the press."
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HEADLINES: AMERICA'S SWEETHEART MILEY STEWART PREGNANT! BY INCAPACITATED BOYFREIND NICK JONAS. READ ALL ABOUT IT, THE SHOCKING CONFESSION!
Demi rolled her eyes, attempting to hide her face as people shouted at her.
"DEMI! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT MILEY'S PREGNANCY?!"
"ARE YOU PREGNANT TOO?"
"WHAT'S YOUR OPINION ON THE FALSE LIVES CONNECT THREE HAS BEEN LIVIING??"
She quickened her pace along the sidewalk, her heels clicking loudly. The paparazzi continued to follow her, shoving microphones in her face and snapping pictures like there was no tomorrow. Seeing her final destination, she broke out into a run and into Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. Letting the door swing shut behind her she leaned up against the door. She was relieved because she knew they had a strict no solicitation policy and the paparazzi would disperse eventually. She saw Cody waving her down from one of the tables in the back and smiled, walking over to meet him.
"I already ordered your drink, hope you don't mind." He said as she kissed him on the cheek and sat down directly in front of him.
Demi shook her head quickly, while taking the black forest ice blended drink from his hand. "No it's fine, thanks." Cody nodded, and for a few minutes they sat in a comfortable silence together, sipping on their drinks. Finally, Cody broke the silence.
"Did you know?"
When she looked at him questioningly, he elaborated on his question. "About Miley, I mean."
She nodded slowly, taking a sip from her straw. "Yeah I did. I've known for a few months. I guess neither of us thought that it would have this kind of effect on all of us Disney kids, not just her. I mean take Joe for instance; he can't even leave his house without getting hounded by the paps. Hollywood Records is deliberating dropping Connect Three and Miley too. They've been really patient with the Nick thing, but I think this is the last straw. And Joe said…"
"You've been talking a lot about Joe." Demi froze, looking at him with wide eyes. He continued, "You two seem really close."
Demi gulped, trying to avoid his soft gaze. Did he know? Did Sel tell him? No way, Selena doesn't tell anything, not when she's drunk! Shrugging, she stuttered, "Well, I-I mean, yeah. He- He, Joe, he's well… like my um, best friend!" Finding a plausible excuse she decided to run with it. "I mean, why wouldn't I talk about him? I love him, like you know, in a friendly way! Not that I spend that much time with him, and…"
Cody laughed and interrupted her. "Demi! Stop." He smiled, reached over and grabbed her hand across the table. "I'm not accusing with sleeping with him!" She bit her lip, extremely uncomfortable. "I'm just saying, you two are really close, I think maybe I should get to know him a little better too you know?"
Shaking her head, she looked around. "I really don't think that's a good idea."
Cody frowned, studying her. "Why not?"
"Well, I mean, seriously! Joe's so… Joe. And well you're so… you?"
He stared at her oddly, her last statement making no sense. Demi bit her lip again, knowing that she wouldn't be able to find a way out of this without drawing suspicion towards herself. "But… I mean, it couldn't hurt right?"
Cody smiled; glad she was seeing things his way. "Exactly! I'm glad you understand where I'm coming from. You're sure you're okay with this though?"
Demi sighed, taking a sip from her drink. Oh yeah. I'm just dandy. Just fucking dandy. Smiling a fake smile she took another sip from her drink.
"Yeah! I can't wait."
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Demi moaned as Joe's tongue invaded her mouth. His arms ran up and down her sides quickly as she tangled her hands in his smooth hair. He lowered his mouth and bit down on her neck as she gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly. His hands traced over her stomach lightly and grazed over her belly button ring, causing her to squirm against him and giggle. Joe pulled back, looking at her questioningly. She blushed as he grinned with realization.
"You're ticklish?!"
She shook her head hastily as she laughed loudly. Throwing her onto his bed, he crawled on top of her and lifted up her shirt to reveal her toned stomach. Despite her protests, his hands attacked it and he tickled her mercilessly. Between giggles, she gasped out for air. "This … is…. Rape!" she choked out, trying to stop laughing.
He laughed, pausing and placing a light kiss on her stomach. "Well your stomach is a most appealing victim." As he looked up at her flushed face and messy hair he caught his breath. She looked so damn beautiful, lying on her back on his bed. Her shirt was risen up to just under her chest which was heaving up and down Joe chuckled, placing light kisses all over her stomach. "Well you're stomach is a most appealing victim." As he looked up at her flushed face and messy hair he caught his breath. She looked so damn beautiful, lying on her back on his bed. Her shirt was risen up to just under her chest which was heaving up and down from lack of oxygen. She bit her lip, suddenly shy under his intense gaze. He crawled up her body and hovered over her, looking down at her softly. She offered him a small smile, trying to hide her racing pulse. He didn't return it, but instead leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Looking deep into her eyes he reached up and stroked her hair. "You are so beautiful." He paused, looking away embarrassed. "Call me crazy but I think I might be falling in love with you."
At that moment, fear flashed through Demi's eyes. His previous statement played over and over in her mind. Panic coursed throughout her body and she reacted by pushing him off of her roughly. Stunned, he laid on his back as she grabbed her purse and briskly moved towards his door. Pushing himself off of the bed he reached forward and grabbed her arm firmly. "Demi! Wait, did I say something wrong?!"
She rolled her eyes, trying to break free of his grasp. "Let go of me!!!" she squirmed out of his grasp, only for him to grab her by the waist and get a firmer hold on her.
Joe gave her an exasperated look, getting annoyed now. "I tell you I'm in love with you and you just run?! God Demi what are you afraid of?"
Fire blazed through her eyes which seemed to get darker. Her anger was the only thing keeping her from breaking down and crying.
"I'M NOT THE ONE AFRAID HERE JOE! YOU'RE THE COWARD!"
Stunned, he released his grip on her. As she continued her eyes began to water. "I LOVE you Joe; I really do, with all of my everything! How do you think it makes me feel that I can't be with you in public? How do you think I feel knowing that you won't leave your girlfriend, which just happens to be one of my ex-best friends for me? I get to-to smile and pretend that everything's alright when I know that she's the one you go home to! Taylor's the girl who gets to show you off and go out with your family and be the other half of the PERFECT couple!" Wiping her freshly fallen tears she choked on her words. "It, it hurts SO damn much to love you, Joseph. And it's tearing me apart inside."
With that, she turned on her heel and left him there. He stayed in the same place, perfectly still. A single tear rolled down his left cheek as he wondered.
Why was this so damn hard?
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Miley bit her lip, frightened. She was a wreck, and hadn't left her house in the few days since she released the statement. The paparazzi had been stationed outside her home, just waiting to pounce and get the first shot of 'pregnant Miley'. Her mother came up behind her, and put her arms around her shoulders. "Sweetie, you're gonna have to face them sooner or later... I know it's hard, but how else are you gonna get out to see Nick?" Miley nodded, attempting to be strong and gathered the courage to step outside her front door... She instantly regretted it. Five or so photographers jumped out of the bushes on her front lawn, while one roughly grabbed her arm in order to get a better shot. Panicking, Miley screamed while her Tish shoved them to the side. Grabbing her daughter protectively she pushed her way through them in order to get to the waiting car. Miley began to sob hysterically, especially when she looked back over to her house. She saw her dad looking at her through their front window, not even making an attempt to help the situation. He gazed at her coldly, then turned and shut the blinds. Looking at the spot he left as her mom pulled out of the driveway, she bit her lip. Did he even still love her anymore?
TWO MONTHS LATER
"MAKE WAY FOR SHAMU HERSELF! SHE COULD CRUSH YOU, WHICH MAY BE HAZARDOUS TO YOU HEALTH!"
Joe bursted through the doors of Nick's hospital room, startling the many occupants it held. Miley waddled after him with some difficulty, managing to give him a hard smack on the head as she passed. Denise rolled her eyes at her son's childish antics while she watched Miley carefully lower herself into a chair.
"Sweetie you're awfully big for seven months, are you sure you don't have twins in there?"
In all reality, Miley really wasn't that big. However, with her small frame it seemed as if the size of her belly was overwhelming. Giggling, she rubbed her protruding stomach. "Oh God, I hope not. I couldn't handle two of them. But you saw the sonogram!"
Laughing in agreement, Denise nodded. "Very true, but this is going to be one hell of a little girl. Miley, sweetheart do you mind being here by yourself for a little bit? We need to go home and pick up a few things." Miley shook her head, always happy for a few alone moments with Nick. As everyone else shuffled out of the room, she slowly got up and pulled her chair over next to his bed. Grabbing a pillow, she put it behind her own head and grabbed his hand, drifting off to sleep.
An hour or so later, she awoke. Something was wrong; something was different. As she groggily looked around the room, she let out a big yawn. She glanced, around, noticing that the nurse had been in the room because his chart had been moved. Her eyes moved from the chart to her hand, still grasping his. They then moved up to the IVs hooked up around him and down to his brown eyes staring intensely back at her. At that moment, her heart could have stopped. He was awake?! Her mouth began to move to say something, but she was speechless. In strained movements, he slowly raised his left arm, motioning to her that he wanted the breathing tube removed from his mouth. Still stunned, Miley sprinted out the room to the nurse's station. Tears of joy fell down her face as she ran into the nurse.
Startling her, she yelled, "HE'S AWAKE! OH MY GOD HE WOKE UP! COME QUICK HE WANTS THE TUBE TAKEN FROM HIS THROAT!" The nurse looked at her shocked, then sprung into action, racing towards his room. Miley wiped her eyes and sank to the ground in the middle of the hallway. Looking up at the sky she gasped unbelievingly and choked out. "Thank you, God. Thank you for bringing him back to me." After a few moments of composing herself, she slowly rose up off the ground and headed towards the room. Her head was spinning and she kept shaking her head, hoping it was not a dream. Entering, she noticed that the nurse had taken it from his mouth and was now helping him drink some water. Miley rushed over to his side, taking over and turning to the nurse.
"Can you call his parents for me?" She nodded, affirmatively and left them alone. Miley turned back to Nick, who was just watching her, intently. His lips cracked into that same old smile she knew and loved as he spoke for the first time in over five months.
"Hey Smiles."
She gasped again, walking over and climbing on his bed. She lay down next to him, her tears soaking his sheets. A smile still on his face, he reached over and stroked her soft hair. Looking up at him she shook her head disbelievingly through her tears. "I love you so much baby. So, so much. "
He nodded, tears beginning to fall from his own eyes. "I love you too, baby."
Ahhhh okay. Crappy ending I know, (to this chapter, not the story hehe) but I wanted to fit him waking up in. Also, had I continued, I wouldn't have stopped for probably another 2,000 words or so ;]. Review please! Lots of Niley+unborn baby fluff in the next chapter!
XOXO,
Mils
