You Be The Prince And I'll Be The Princess!

MILEYS POV

'Yeah, we can talk…. I guess.' I said, following my dad into his bedroom. I perched on the ottoman.

'Mile, I need to ask you something, do you hate me and Louise?'

'No! Well, sometimes Louise, but she deserves hate at those times.' I replied, chewing on my lip nervously.

'Look, whatever emotions you feel for us, please don't transfer it to your new little brother or sister.' dad said, twiddling his thumbs.

'Dad, I cant say that I'll even be in its life. When its born, I'll probably have moved out, I could have my own child. No one is to say that I'll even be in this country. I'm not going to lie, and this is hard for me to say, but I'm going to say it.' I said, blinking back tears. 'My life was in total balance. There was me, you, mum and Noah, and everything was fine there. I started dating, my relationship with Nick and his family was perfect. Then, last year, you left. For no reason. You hooked up with Louise and moved here.'

'Mum's still not over it, Noah's too young to remember and I want to forget. For the next year, cracks were made in the relationship between me and Nick. The slightest thing would get to me, and he'd end up coming over at three am to calm me down. We got over it, and we were ok again. Then, you wanted me and Noie to come and visit, and we did. Twice. Saying Noah and Louise didn't get on was an understatement. I wondered why you asked me to come back here, then I discovered. The bimbo was pregnant, and you needed me to control and raise it. And along the way, I discovered you married her. To be totally honest, I want to get out of here, get back to mum and Noie, and forget about all this. Forget about you.'

'Right. I'll let you do that, because I love you. If you want, I'll phone every week, I'll even come visit - just me. I'll do whatever you want me to, because I don't want to hold you back.' dad said, wrapping an arm around me.

'I love you too. When I'm ready, when I'm settled into my own life. Say, five to seven years, I'll consider revisiting you. I might understand the situation better. I want a phone call, maybe twice a month.' I stuttered.

'Ok. If you really feel that way, I can get you and Nick home tomorrow night. But Mi, take care of yourself.'

'I will, daddy. Don't worry. I'll know when I'm going to be ready to do anything.' I smiled.


'That was good.' I smiled, wiping my mouth with the napkin.

'You are like a garbage disposal. I know the hospital said you'd to weigh at least six stone by Christmas, but this is just-'

'Hey! We paid thirty dollars for that. I only ate it because you said you couldn't finish it.' I retorted, slapping Nick across the side of his face with a napkin.

'I need to find out who started that 'guys eat more than girls' rumour and show them you.' he joked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

'Lets change the subject.' I said, moving around until I was sitting on Nick's lap.

'Changing the subject… unable to compute another subject.' joked Nick in a robot voice.

'Ha ha. Lets talk about you.' I suggested. He knew my entire life story, mainly because I never shut up, but I knew nothing about him from before the day I met him at the verge.

'My past is kind of boring.' he muttered. 'I'll just put you to sleep.'

'Just tell me. You know everything about me.'

'Including stuff I didn't want to know. When you're telling someone your life story 'I took my period on my thirteenth birthday' is information you can leave out.'

'Shut up. You wanted my life story, so I gave you every detail. You need to be specific.' I smirked, head butting his chin unintentionally.

'Fine. I'll tell you my life story. Vaguely. I'm not going into as much detail as you did.' he sighed, clearly unhappy.

'If you don't want to, you don't need to tell me. I could ask five questions and you answer them totally truthfully.' I suggested, shrugging. 'But I want to go upstairs.'

'We'll do that.' he said, lifting me up unexpectedly.

'Fine.' I smiled, jumping from his arms and running upstairs. I opened the door and jumped onto the bed. I sat on the pillow, pulling the blanket (that I had luckily lifted from downstairs) over my shoulders.

'Right, first question?' Nick asked, sitting next to me, then pulling the blanket so it covered us both.

'Ok. We were at a school party when you asked me out, weren't we? What did you notice most about me that day?' I asked.

'Your eyes and hair.' he replied. 'They're the most beautiful thing about you.'

'Aww! Thanks.' I smiled, racking my brains for another question. 'Who was the first person you kissed?'

'Don't laugh, but its you.'

'A lot of people don't have their first kiss until they're fourteen.' I consoled, kissing his cheek quickly. 'Who was the first person, unrelated to you, that you said 'I love you' to?'

'My hamster Rodabelle. But the first human was you.' he blushed, why was he so embarrassed about this? A lot of people don't get into relationships until early teens.

'That's cute. This is question four, right? Um, where do you see us in ten years?'

'I see me sitting in an office, running a huge corporation, being really successful, y'know? At that point in time, you're in a house, making sculptures and roleplaying with our children.' he smiled, kissing the side of my head.

'That is so awesome. Right, final question. Describe me in a ten word sentence.' I smiled, looking up at him.

'Beautiful, hot, sexy, adorable, amazing, caring, wonderful, pretty and mine.'

'You flatter me. I'm nothing like that.' I sighed, sliding down the headboard so I was lying on my back, my head against the pillow.

'You put yourself down too much. You are everything I said.' Nick said firmly, lying next to me. He pulled me into his arms and ran his hand through my hair.

'You're letting your hormones talk. Your hard on is right on my thigh, so don't deny it. I know I'm an ugly bitch.'

'You're not. I swear. Miles, as far as I'm concerned, you're the most beautiful girl ever.'

'Subject change.' I said hastily. 'I find out for definite if I'm pregnant tomorrow.'

'What do you want the result to be?' Nick asked, resting his hand on my shoulder.

'I don't really know.' I said truthfully. 'Its just, if I'm not pregnant, I'll kind of be relieved, but if I am, I'll be sorta, y'know, happy. But then mum will shout at me for throwing my life away. And then theres Noie, as far as she knows, when you get married a fairy brings you a baby. If I go back and say 'I'm pregnant' my mum and I will probably have to give a puberty talk to a six year old.'

'That will be, um, awkward. Then theres my parents aswell. Joe wont give a shit until its about three and he can teach it stuff, Frankie wont know how to react, he's the youngest in my whole family. As for my parents, they'll think we've ruined our lives, and probably yell at us for making them feel old.' Nick muttered into my ear. 'Not to mention my grandparents. Heck, even my great gran is still alive. She's like a hundred or something. I think she'll take it best. She was nineteen when she had my gran.'

'All my grandparents and great grandparents are dead.' I sighed, pressing my head into Nicks chest, the smell of his cologne entering my nostrils.

'Try and sleep. We'll decide what to do when we find out, ok?'

'Night, I love you.' I murmured, pulling both the blanket and the duvet over myself.

'Love you too.' Nick replied, kissing my forehead softly, his lips lingering.


'Miley Stewart?' called a nurse. I followed her into the same room I had been in the day previous.

'Hello, Miley.' Katy sighed. 'I can tell you that you are not pregnant.'

'What a relief. Thank goodness.' I murmured, breathing deeply.

'I'll let you go now.' Katy said, helping me up again.

I walked out of the clinic and ran across the street. My mind was no longer weighted down, so I could think properly. I ran all the way back to my dads, and then tripped over the cases in the hall.

'Are you ok? You need to pay attention to where you're going.' Nick said, grabbing me under my arms and pulling me off the floor.

'I'm not pregnant.' I smiled, wrapping my arms around him.

'Life plans itself out. We aren't ready to be parents. When we are, we will be.' he whispered, kissing my forehead.

'I know. And I don't need to tell my mum anything.'

'I got all your stuff packed. We'll just go relax, your dad says he'll take us to the airport at about ten, so its an overnight flight. Your mum knows we're coming back, and she says I've to stay whats left of the night at yours.' Nick explained, taking his hands down to my waist.

'I cant wait to get away from this crazy place.' I sighed, letting my head droop until it came into contact with Nick's chest.

'What relatives do we need to visit next? I only have my Aunt Alison and my Uncle Chuck along with my cousins Marie and Anna. They're ten, I think. You've met all my family.' Nick joked.

'Small family. Same as me. The only family I have that you havent met are my Aunt Dolly and Mamaw, and my little cousins Tammy and Luke. They're nine and three.' I said, wrapping my arms around Nick's neck.

'I think we should visit my family next. That'll get us to Italy. That's where they live.' he said, rocking me on the spot.

'Yeah, then we can go to Hawaii for my family.'

'That'll be a good summer. I'll phone my Aunt now. If we can, we'll head out tomorrow.' Nick suggested, letting go of me and walking over to the phone.


'Take care, Miles. I'll always be here for you if you ever need me.' my dad said, lifting our cases into the terminal.

I followed Nick through the crowds. Dodging parents pushing luggage carts with sleeping kids on top of the cases. Past all the people selling ten cent papers. Past all the shops, until we reached the gate.

We went through the rigmarole of boarding, then I slumped into the aircraft seat and sighed.

'Whats up?' asked Nick, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

'Exhausted and worried. We get on a plane to Italy in less than 10 hours from now. And your aunt doesn't even know you're dating, let alone bringing me.'

'Try and sleep.' Nick said soothingly, not making the slightest attempt at answering my question.