Miley's POV:
"So, what are you guys going to name him?" I asked, looking up from the sweet innocent face to his parents. Parents; that word felt weird when it was Mitchie and Joe I was talking about.
"We were thinking… Mathew Jerry."
I looked up at the sound of the name… Jerry. I smiled, "I think that's a great idea." And if he turns out to be anything like his uncle, he's going to be the kind that was one in a million. I looked down at him. Yup, definitely a heartbreaker.
Just then, the sound of the door clicking open made me look up again. "Sorry, I'm late—" He trailed as his eyes landed on me, his hand resting on the doorknob and his chest heaving from probably running up the stairs in his hurry to get here.
I stared; of course he was going to be here! Why hadn't that occurred to me earlier? It was his brother's baby! He stared right back at me.
I was the first to break off the eye contact. I frowned, walking over to Mitchie who looked like she wanted to say something but didn't know what. I smiled painfully, handing her little Mathew Jerry, "I'm feeling kind of hungry… I'm-I'm… See you later, guys."
I breezed past… him and out of the door. And even as I left, I could feel his eyes boring the back of my head. The door swung close and the room was blocked out of view. I sighed, how could I have not realized that he was going to be here?
He'd looked so… so different yet so similar.
It was like I didn't know him anymore, and I couldn't begin to explain what that thought made me feel; it was way too painful. I hadn't realized how much I missed him until today… until I saw him again.
It's been way too long. I've never been away from him for this long since I met him. I don't know how I'd survived.
I sighed, slipping my hand into my pocket and bowed my head, walking aimlessly through the hospital. I finally found the cafeteria and ordered a cup of coffee. I located an empty table by the far end and situated myself.
I stared at my cup of coffee for about five minutes without touching it. Finally, I pushed it away and stood up, walking out of the cafeteria. I didn't think it was best to go back upstairs cause, well, Nick might still be there.
I waited for an hour, and finally decided it would be alright to go upstairs now. I couldn't go home because I was feeling way too lonely, especially after seeing him and I couldn't bear to go home to an empty house.
I hope he's not here… I prayed as I opened the door. And even as I thought that, a tiny part of my heart still hoped he would be there, so I'd be able to get one last glance of him.
I missed him… the way he smiled, the way he smelt, the way his chocolate brown eyes had the power to melt me at any given moment, the way he'd take care of me, the way he held me…
"Oof!" was all I heard and before I knew it, I was lying on top of Nick with him on the floor, flat on his back. I looked up at him in shock and saw him looking down at me, worried. It took me a second to realize his hands were holding my waist in a protective manner.
Our eyes met as another one of those precious memories played in my mind…
"Nick?" I whispered as we sat on the couch side by side after a long day, in the comfy silence of our apartment; me watching Gossip Girl and him reading the sports section of the newspaper.
"Hmm?" He mumbled without taking is eyes off the paper. "Nicky…" I urged and he looked up, his curls falling into his eyes.
I smiled slightly, brushing his hair off and leaned my head onto his shoulder and sighed. "What is it, sweetie?" he asked me as he placed the paper on the coffee table and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
"I-… It's nothing." I said, deciding saying what I was going to say would have probably not been the best thing to say to your boyfriend of eight months.
"Tell me." He urged. I looked up at him and shook my head, "Nah, you're going to think it's weird. I'm going to creep you out." "I still want to know."
"Fine… But you can't say I didn't warn you." I replied, sitting up straight and looking at him with my eyebrows raised. He chuckled, "Sure."
"Nicky… Do you think we'll ever have a baby?"
He froze. I knew it. I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut! Now he's all scared and he's probably going to break up with me! Oh no, what have I done?!
He chuckled, probably having noticed the panic-stricken expression on my face. "Relax. I just didn't expect you to ask me that."
"See, this is why I said I wouldn't. But you had to go and encourage me to open my big freaking mouth and—"
"Miley." There was amused smile playing on his lips. "What?" I snapped. "You never gave me a chance to answer." That stupid smile was still there. I shrugged, frowning.
He took my hands and slowly ran his thumb across the back of it. "You're- you're not going to break up with me, are you?" I asked timidly. He laughed, "No."
"…And yes."
"I knew it-!"
"Miley! I meant yes, I do think we'll have a baby… Someday." A look of alarm comes upon his face, "Wait, you don't want one right now, do you?"
I laughed, relieved, shaking my head, "Nick, I'm twenty. I'm not ready for a baby!"
He smiles, leaning in to peck my lips before saying, "Good." I smile, leaning in and placing my lips on his again which turns into a full blown make-out session in just a couple of minutes.
How the hell had I ended up with this amazing guy? It was almost too good to be true.
And it was. I remember my grandmother once told me 'If it is too good to be true, it probably isn't'. I was still very aware of the fact that his hands were dangerously close to my stomach… where our baby rest.
Our baby…
It had been less than a year when we'd had that conversation and here I am, carrying his child. That he has no idea of.
I quickly scramble to my feet and avert my gaze from his. I hear him get to his feet as well and realize that I had been holding my breath the whole while.
"Miley…" he breathes, and it sounds so angelic. I had almost forgotten the warmth that fills my heart every time I hear him say my name. "How have you been?" he asks me.
'How do you think I feel?' I want to yell at him. But then I remember that I was the one who had broken up with him… with no explanation. "Fine," I hear myself saying, "You?"
"I—" he begins to say something when the door opens with a loud click, making us all look up. There stands a brunette, smiling big. I watched as she walked over to Nick and pecks him on his lips as he just stands there awkwardly. The girl doesn't notice as she excitedly walked over to Mitchie and gushes at the baby.
"Oh My God, Mitchie!" she exclaims, "She's beautiful!" What a fake. "Um… it's a he…?" I hear Mitchie say uneasily. The girl giggles 'cutely' and replies, "Sorry! My mistake!"
I guess that answers my question… he's more than fine. And that's what I wanted in the first lace, right? For him to be fine. For him to find someone who could take care of him. And this girl seemed right for the job…
"Um… I need to get going. Busy day at work!" I force myself to fake a smile as I turn and walk out, feeling three pairs of eyes burning into my back as I do.
I lip on my sunglasses as I step out, hiding my tears from being noticed.
I sit in my car for a few minutes in silence as my mind replays the events of the morning. It all seems so vivid and surreal. My trying to get an abortion; rushing to Mitchie's side at the last moment; deciding to have the baby; seeing Nick… and his girlfriend.
I feel my jean pocket vibrate and pull my phone out.
U ok? Me n Joe r worried.
See? This was exactly why Mitchie was my best friend in the whole world. I smile, thanking God that I still had them both.
A/N: Hello. It's been a while. Well, it's going to be like that from now on. I'm not going on a break but it's going to take me a LONG time to update. (My O/Ls are in two and a half months! Eeeeeppp!)
And, hope you liked the chapter. A teensy- weensy bit of Niley for ya!
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