The sight was beautiful. A sleepy mother leaned over a cheery pink bassinet. Her arms rested on the edge, cradling her head as she sleepily watched her baby girl. Her hair, a tangled mess, spread beautifully over her shoulders, long and curly. The baby in the bassinet was the picture of an angel. Soft, dark blonde hair was just long enough to put in one of those little bows. She smiled slightly, in that perfect baby-sleep position.

"Hey" Jake whispered, placing his hand gently on Miley's back, "why don't you sleep?"

"Who'll watch her?" she whispered sleepily, letting out a little yawn.

"I will." He answered, helping her up. She didn't support her own weight, but relied on him, her arms around his neck as he helped her limp to their bed.

"No you won't." she answered, sitting heavily on her pink comforter and letting Jake pull her shirt up and over her head.

"You two better not even be thinking about doin' what I think you are." Robby warned, passing by the door and seeing Jake lifting his daughter's shirt.

"No sir" Jake answered quickly, "I'm just trying to convince your daughter here that Annie'll be a-okay if she isn't on 24-7 watch."

"You can't convince her of that, believe me I've tried." Robby told him, laughing, "just let her, she'll tier herself out eventually."

"See, I'm sane." Miley shot at Jake, sticking out her pink tongue.

"I never said that" Robby defended, walking into the room as Miley pulled on her nightgown. "Look sweetie, I know you love that little girl, but I promise, no one's going to take her away to the adoption agency while you sleep, okay?"

"Fine" she sighed, slipping off her jeans.

"You want me to tuck you in like a little baby?" he offered, throwing the jeans and shirt into the hamper, and missing.

"I'd like that" she told him.

"Alright little Miley-Bear!" he cried, yanking her off the bed. Quickly, he ripped back the covers before lifting her into his arms, much like a groom might carry his bride. She laughed as he plopped her gently on the bed and started cocooning her in soft covers. "Tight enough?" he asked teasingly. She nodded. After a big bear hug he left, shutting off the lights as he went.

Bright sun woke Miley the next morning. Streams of light filtered through her thin curtains, beaming her right in the face. Giving up her dreams of sleeping in, Miley dug her feet into the soft carpet, walking over to the little bassinet. The little, empty bassinet.

Don't panic, she thought, Jake probably just took her. Yet she could feel her heart beating faster. Where was her baby? Who had taken her?

"Dad!" she screamed, her feet planted like tree roots to the floor.

"What?" he called back.

"Did Jake take Annie?" she asked. Feet thumped up the stairs, quickly, in rhythm with her speeding heart.

"No" he answered, "why?"

"She-She isn't here" Miley stuttered, reality sinking in. Robby would have told her. Jake didn't have her. Where was she?

"Don't worry hun" Robby told her, enveloping her small frame in his large one, "we'll find her."

"What if we don't?" Miley asked, letting tears silently stream down her face. "What if we never find her? What if she's gone forever? Oh my God. I woke up, in the middle of the night, she was crying, but I didn't get up! She stopped, so I thought she was okay. What if…if someone took her? Daddy, what if she was kidnapped?"

"Shhhh" he whispered, stroking his daughter's stray curls and holding her tight. He had to be strong for her, and yet he was sure this hurt him more than her. She was worried about her daughter, he both about his granddaughter and the pain his daughter was and would be going through. With every squeeze of his hug he wanted to pull her pain away, make it leave her. But it was impossible.

"Where's Jackson?" Miley asked, wiping her tears away.

"At a sleepover."

"Who would do this to me?"

"I don't know Miles," Robby answered, "but we haven't even started looking yet, come on, let's not get worked up over nothing." Silently, she followed him out of the room.

"You're dead!" the threat rang through the entirety of Malibu. Loud and clear. "Do you hear me Jackson?"

"It was just a joke" he answered feebly, giving a nervous laugh as he handed Annabel back to her mother.

"Just a joke?" Miley asked. She was pure anger, fire streaming from her mouth and nose. She wanted to kill him, but make his suffering long and painful. "Your sister's sanity, your father's happiness, and your niece's safety were all sacrificial for a stupid joke!"

"It was a dare"

"Miley, let me talk to him" Robby told her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Make him pay" she huffed, turning her back on the two and marching to sit on top of the stairs. Silently, she watched them interact as she fed her hungry daughter.

"Jackson how could you?" Robby burst.

"I didn't think anyone would notice." He answered.

"Do you remember two weeks ago how scared I was when you weren't at the right meeting place in the mall? How could you think we wouldn't notice?"

"I assumed you sleep in."

"Your sister's already adjusting to waking up ever two hours, of coarse we'd notice!" he cried, "what were you thinking?"

"That the girl who dared me was hot and promised to kiss me if I did it." He answered simply. "What does it matter? I'm looking at a life time grounding any way you look at it."

"Way more than that, son. You punishment is in the hands of Miley and Jake."

"Jake?" Jackson asked, confused, "why does he matter?"

"Annabel's as much his daughter as she is Miley's. He'll be here any minute."

"Oh boy."

"But first" Robby added, getting a whiff of his son, who hadn't showered in three straight days, "run up and take a COLD shower."

"Yes sir."

AN: yeah, boredom is a funny thing. Turns out I'm continuing this story instead. Tee hee. Hope ya likes it!